Adopted, Confused, Scared. ( One direction)

Chapter 4 Thank you

Liam left shortly after his weird moment and the rest of the boys came in asking how I liked it. While that was happening Liam made us dinner. Dinner was turkey sandwiches and wow they were amazing.

"Thank you Liam for the dinner. It was quite good."

"Your welcome. You don't have to thank me for everything you know." Liam says in return.

"My mum taught me manors....." I trail off trying to not think of her.

"So we should get to know you better." Niall suggested.

"Sure. What do you want to know." I say as I hop down from the chair and sit on the floor.

"Why are you on the floor babe?" Zayn asked me.

"I prefer the floor."

I hear a snort from Harry behind me on the couch.

I decide to ignore it.

"How bout we play truth or dare?" Louis said.

"Remember last time? Maybe we should play a-." I cut off Zayn.

"I don't mind."

"Ok but make it G rated." Niall said gesturing towards me.

"Naw I prefer it rated r." I said boldly.

"I did live on the streets you know."

"Are you sure?" Zayn asked.

"Yes."

They join on the floor in a circle. Harry on my right, Niall on my left. Zayn next to Harry then Louis, then Liam.

"I'll start." Zayn said.

"Hannah, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to punch Niall in the arm."

I scrunch up my eyebrows but agree to it.

"Sorry Niall." I take the biggest swing and hit him dead in the arm with my bony hand.

"Ow!" Niall then takes it to the next level of drama and falls on his back rubbing his arm saying "ows" along with it.

"I don't want to get you mad." Niall finally said as everyone chuckled.

"You learn how to kick as$ on the street." I explain. "So is it my turn now?"

"Yeah." Zayn stutters.

"Um Harry truth or dare."

He scoffs then sighs loudly.

"Truth." He says as if he was bothered.

"Umm whiskey or vodka?"

"What?"

"Whiskey or vodka?" I say slower.

"I don't know..... I've only had whiskey."

"Oh I prefer vodka."

"How old are you?" Harry said and I can feel everyone staring at me.

"14. Soon to be 15."

"How did you even get any?" Niall asked worriedly.

"Long story. Look I'm tired so I'm going to go to bed." I say trying to avoid confrontation.

As I reach my room I sigh sitting in my bed. I look in my drawers to see pjs. I decide in a tank top and shorts.

I fall onto the bed and feel my eyes droopy. I finally give in to sleep.