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

Chapter 12-I Didn't Know That

~Few Weeks Later~

Emily's POV

"Please don't make me go to school." I begged Louis as I walked down the stairs.

"Yes, you have to go stop bugging me." He said not looking at me.

I groaned. You have got to be kidding me. Well, I'm all normal, I guess. I'm not all sick and shit. Whatever, any who Louis and everyone else is making me go to school and you want to know what that's just bull shit. The worst part I'm going to the same school with no friends no nothing. Well, except you know the bullies.

I stomped my way up the stairs and walked to my room and shutting the door and locking it. I jumped on to my bed and l decided just to lay there on my face until...I don't really know. I was never you know really one of those smart people. I have dyslexia and it takes me a long while to process things. I wasn't one of those people who knew everything. Everyone would make fun of me for that. But, the worst part is that Louis or anyone doesn't know about it and I have to go got school and deal with it on my own.

Zayn's POV

We are going back to London and back home. Finally. My phone started to vibrate in my pocket, so I grabbed it and answered the phone without looking at the caller I.D.

"Hello?"

"Z-Zayn?" I heard someone say while crying.

"Emily?" I asked.

"A-a-are y-yo-u a-al-most h-home?" She asked still crying.

"We're really close home. What's wrong?" I asked.

"Emily!" I heard someone yell on the other side.

Before I could answer she hung up. Great.

Emily's POV

"Emily!" I heard Louis yell.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

"I'm fine!" I yelled hoping it would work and I wouldn't have to talk to him.

"Um, ok." Well that worked.

So, I started school today and it was horrible. Everyone picking on me all the words and numbers were confusing me and getting beat up. I walked home because Louis and the whole band of The Wanted had whatever they had to do. I hate having dyslexia. I could be smarter if someone; anyone would at least have patience with me and help me. It's not my fault that I have every problem in the world on my shoulders. It's not my fault for having breathing and heart problems and that I have to take pills and have an oxygen mask on my face before any sport thing I do.

Back to my problems, what the hell are they talking about? I looked at my math homework with a confused look. I dropped my head on to all of the papers I got today. Why does school hate me?

I heard the front door open and a lot of laughs. More than usual, they must be back. I wiped the tears that didn't come out yet and I walked towards the bathroom and I looked at myself. I didn't look so bad. I turned the faucet on and splashed water on to my face. I looked back into the mirror. I didn't look so bad, but it didn't look like I cried. I walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs. Before I could blink I was held by a billion of people. I was dying with them squishing me and all of the different kinds of perfume, cologne, b. o., etc. I crawled through their legs and stood on the stairs trying to get my sense of smell back. I blinked and looked all of them huddled around each other. I sat my ass down on one of the stairs and watched them hug themselves and air.

"We missed you Emily." They said.

I chuckled.

"Missed you to." I said from where I was as I leaned back with my elbows holding my upper body.