Adopted By Three British Bands *ON HOLD FOR MAJOR EDITING*

Chapter 3-Hospital Visits and Shopping With Little Mix

Chapter 3-Hospital Visits And Shopping With Little Mix

I found him in the back and sighed. I jumped over seats, dodged heads and then fell into his lap.

“Hi…again…” I said sitting up and leaning my back against the window while his arms were loosely around my torso.

“Hello,” He said.

“I swear you look really familiar, like really familiar,” I said tilting my head.

“Well maybe I’m famous and I’ve been on magazines,” He said.

“No, like somewhere from my childhood or something,” I said.

“Do I now?” He asked.

“Yeah, you remind me of my old babysitter, when I was younger, I have a picture. Hold on,” I said getting out of his lap and jumping into the trunk.

“Um…Emily…?” He asked looking down at me.

“Hold on,” I said opening my school bag and taking out my school notebooks and pencils.

                I stopped when I found a flat tin box. I took it out of the bag and opened the box up. The first thing in there was a picture of me and my babysitter.

“I found it,” I said but I didn’t give him the photograph.

                I looked at it and then back at him. I sighed before flipping it over. What the hell? I never read this before.

Dear Emily,

                Happy Birthday Baby Girl! Be safe on your trip and we’ll meet again soon. I promise you.

From your babysitter,
Harry Styles

Emily’s POV

                My mouth dropped open.

“Emily, are you okay?” Harry asked.

“Y-You…” I said.

“What about me?” He asked.

“You were my babysitter,” I said.

Harry’s POV

“You were my babysitter,” She said looking up at me.

~Flashback~

“Harry, don’t leave me,” Emily said from the hospital bed with her teddy bear clutched to her side.

“I won’t Emily,” I said holding her hand while scooting the chair closer to the bed.

                Her grandmother was away to see her son in London and she was staying over my house. My mum didn’t mind because she knew that Emily didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“Sing to me, please,” She begged.

“What song then babe?” I asked the 12 year old.

                She pulled at her lip before choosing a song.

“Rhythm of Love by Plain White T’s,” She said.