We got back home and I immediately took a shower. When I was finished, I noticed it was only six thirty at night. Eh, it's not really worth it to get dressed, but I did it anyway. I curled my hair, and decided to dye the bottom tips/ends a raspberry pink color, because I always tell myself I'm gonna do it when I wake up, but I keep forgetting and blah blah blah!
Once I was finished, it looked amaze with it all curled up like that. I put on a butterfly, kinda like Harry's tattoo, wavy flare crop top which was white and the butterfly was black, some black, then fades to white shorts, and some black vans. Perf, but I'm forgetting one thing.
I reached into my bathroom cabinet and grabbed my giant big black bow headband. Yeah, I guess you could say most of my style is black and white outfits...ifffff that makes sense.
I walked down the stairs with my phone in my hand. "Where are you going?" Liam asked me. I shrugged. Yeah, where was I going? "Honestly, I just felt like getting out of that crappy and sweaty hospital gown and putting on some real clothes." I said. He nodded in approval. I walked into the living room and pulled out my phone. I looked to my left and noticed a huge bandage wrapped around my shoulder. There was some blood stained onto it. Looks grosse, but wat are ya gonna do? I started to open up Pandora and played some music while plugging my earplugs in my ears.
I looked up from my phone when I saw dad. He looked worried. I took one of the ear plugs out. "Dad, what's wrong??" He's still looking at the floor, pacing in a circle. I cleared my throat, trying to get his attention. He sighs. "Management, Hun. Management." I raise an eyebrow. "What? What rumor is spreading now?" He sighs, still with a worried look.
It was very obvious that he didn't want to tell me something because he was worried. "Apparently, they don't want Harry, Niall, Liam, and Zayn apart of your foster family.
OOOOOOOOOHH THERES SOME DRAMA!!!!!!! What do you think will happen next??
