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

Chapter 6-So...

Emily's POV

     We ended up going to some room. Everyone walked out. I raised my eyebrow.

“We have to reschedule for today.” Some guy said.

“Um, ok?” I said raising my eyebrow and looking at Siva.

                He shrugged. We followed everyone out the door. We got into the van. I had to sit on Siva because there was no more seats left. I sighed when we got home. One more step towards craziness. I can’t wait until my fucking ribs heal. I can’t do nothing except watch and sit. May my week be boredom.

~2 weeks later~ (A/N sorry for the jump, but bear with me.)

“Max, put me down!” I yelled while laughing.

“Ok.” He said dropping me on to the floor.

“Oh thanks.” I said sarcastically while getting up.

“Get dressed; we have go to that rescheduled meeting that we missed.” Liam said walking down the stairs.

                Me and Max looked at each other.

“Race ya.” I said running up the stairs.

“Cheater.” He said racing after me.

                We ran up the flight up the stairs.

“I win.” I said touching the top of the stairs.

“Fine, you win.” He said walking towards his room.

                I walked up the stairs passing Niall and Louis on the way. I walked up another set of stairs towards my room. I opened the door and closed it. I walked towards my closet and grabbed the first shirt and shorts I saw on the hangers. I threw them on and looked myself in the mirror. I was wearing a loose fitted orange tank with some random jean shorts I found on the shelf. I walked over to the closet once again and grabbed a pair of converse and threw them on. I quickly put my hair in a pony tail and quickly rushed out of the room grabbing my phone on the way. I saw that all of Little Mix’s door were opened. That means they’re done. I walked down another flight of stairs towards the One Direction floor. Everyone’s door was opened and seriously they need to clean up after themselves. Zayn’s door was the only door that was closed. I sighed and flung the door opened. Zayn was in the bathroom fixing his hair and admiring himself in the mirror. I walked over towards him and pulled him by his ear.

“Let’s go Malik.” I said dragging him out of the room.

“Ow, ow, ow.” He said.

                I dragged him down another flight stairs towards The Wanted floor. Everyone’s door was opened except Tom. I sighed once again dragging Zayn by his ear and into his room. I pulled Tom out of the bathroom by his ear and out the door. I walked down another flight of stairs and I soon let go of their ears.

“Ow.” Zayn pouted holding his ear.

“C’mon losers.” I said walking out the door.

                I walked towards the van and sat on Liam’s lap because he was the first person I saw. He was on his phone reading tweets about himself. Hate. I knew he was about to break any second now. I took the phone from him and put it in my back pocket. He looked up confused.

“Why were you reading that?” I whispered in ear.

“Reading what?” Really Liam you want to go that way.

“Liam, I’m not that stupid we all know that I’m not that stupid.” I whispered.

“Fine.” He said giving up and slouching back into the seat.