Chapter 2-In Hell I'll Get Adopted
"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, MISSY!" Ms. Mitchell yelled.
I ignored her and continued to walk to my small room. I heard footsteps and the door opening and some more screams. I opened my bedroom door and walked in. I was about to close it when a Converse shoe stops the door from closing. I opened it and looked at the very tall man.
"Yes?" I asked leaning on my doorframe.
"Can I talk to you?" He asked.
"Nope," I said closing the door on his foot.
"Ow, god damn it," He said taking his foot away from my door.
"Please, at least let me know your name," He pleaded.
"Fine, I'll tell you Styles. I will tell you once and only once," I said from the other side of the door.
"Alright," He said happily.
"My name is Emily."
Emily's POV
There was an awkward silence until he spoke up.
"This is awkward," He said.
I crossed my arms and pouted at the door.
"So, I'm awkward?" I said standing there.
"No, no, no, no, I didn't mean it that way," He quickly stated.
"Then what did you mean?" I asked opening the door and quickly stepping back.
He fell backwards and landed on the floor and he looked back at me.
"I meant, that the tense in the air was awkward," He said getting up.
I looked up at the 6ft man.
"God, you're really tall in person," I said walking around him.
"And you're point is...?" He started.
"I dunno, but seriously you're really tall," I said stepping back and tilting my head.
He looked at me funny, and I pouted.
"You like to judge," I said.
"I do not," He said.
"Yes you do," I said.
"Do not."
"Do to."
"Do not."
"Do to."
"Do not."
"Do not."
"Do to."
"Ha... you agreed with me," I said proud of myself.
"No fair, you tricked me." He said pouting.
"Mr. Styles, are you here?"
His eyes widened and he scrambled up from the floor and quickly shut the door. I gave him a look.
"What? Can't a 6ft man be scared?" He asked holding the door.
I shrugged.
"I'm not judging you," I said leaning against the wall.
We sat in an awkward silence until there was banging on the door.
"Holy shit," He mumbled.
"Mr. Harold Edward Styles, language. We do not yell incoherent words in this room," I scolded.
"How do you know my middle name?" He asked.
"What can you say? I'm an extreme 'directioner'," I said.
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