Adopted By Little Mix

~Chapter 18~

*two weeks later*
Camille's POV
While at the boys' house, Zayn slapped me really hard because I called him Zayn instead of Daddy a few minutes ago.

Right now, I'm sitting up in his room, still crying because that slap was really really hard and it stung my cheek so bad. I decided I've had enough of him and I'm ready to go home.

I sat up off the bed and wiped my tears away. I hesitantly got off the bed and slowly opened the bedroom door. I peeked out of it and saw no one.

I slowly opened the door and walked out of the room. I closed the door behind myself and walked down the stairs. I stopped when I saw Zayn on the couch.

"Za–"  I got cut off by his gaze. "Daddy. Can you take me home?" I asked. "Well, I can. But, I won't. You can walk home for all I care." Zayn replied.

"B-But, it's snowing. The snow out there is deep." I said. "What the hell did I just say?" Zayn asked. I didn't say anything. Instead, I walked upstairs and to Harry's room.

I opened the door to find Harry sat at his desk, writing. "Harry. Can you take me home?" I asked. "Yeah, of course." he replied.

He stood up and and walked with me to his car and we both got in.

"Hey. What happened to your cheek?" Harry asked, looking at the big red bruise that has now formed. "Um. I tripped and fell down the stairs." I lied, scolding my afterwards for the lame reply.

"You've been falling down the stairs a lot lately. Do you just need to go down the elevator now?" he asked, backing out of the driveway. "Sure, I guess. I don't know." I replied. "The girls at school do this?" he asks, still driving. "Yeah." I lied.

Since I went back to school, the girls apologized and we've been friends ever since, as you know. Not BFF's, but we don't hate each other. I don't want to hurt them, but I panicked.

"Do I need to go up there?" Harry asked, parking the car in the driveway and looking at me. My eyes widened and I looked at him.

I shook my head no and said, "No! Please don't go up there!" 

He looked me up and down before shaking his head. "Okay. Whatever you say. But, if this happens again, you can't stop me." he said. "Y'know, your dad should be having this talk with you and not me. Why did he refuse to being you home?" he asked. "I don't know." I lied.

"Uh. Okay." he said, getting out of the car. He opened my door for me and I stepped out, putting my hood over my head.

I discovered that the girls aren't home and I'm really happy about that.

"I can stay with you." Harry offered. "No. It's okay. I'll be fine." I said, walking away. "Okay." he said.
He got back in the car and watched as I walked in the house.

When I closed the door behind me, I ran to the window to see Harry drive off. Once he was out of sight, I put my hood back on and ran out the door. I locked it again and ran down the sidewalk. I tried not to slip on the snow while running. Once I made it to my destination, I rang the doorbell.

Sam opened the door and pulled me inside. "What did he do?" she asked. I took off my hood and she sighed. "Come on." she said, grabbing my hand.

She pulled me up to her room and I took my jacket off. "Did he punch you, slap you, what?" Sam asked from the bathroom. "Slap." I replied. "Why?" she asked. "I called him Zayn instead of Daddy." I replied.

"Why the hell does he want you to call him Daddy anyways? Is he–" "No." I said, cutting her off.
Sam came out of the bathroom with the first aid kit.