Adopted by Louis Tomlinson?

Eleven.

Chapter status: Edited.

Hannah stayed over the past few days, now its Friday, and we have no clue what to do. Thinking, well you live in a fucking mansion, yeah, there's nothing to occupy us.

"I'm borrrrredd," Hannah whines.

"Would you shut the hell up!" I yell.

"Oh my God, Hannah, I'm so sorry I'm just so damn moody lately. Oh my God, Hannah," I whisper as a tear rolls down my face and onto my shirt.

"I couldn't be, could I?"

"Don't worry. Okay? Just relax," she tells me.

"Hey, its getting late, we should head up now," she says. We walk up into my room and lay down on my bed and quickly fall sleep.

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I wake up and Hannah's gone. I check the time 11:47

I brush my teeth and go to the bathroom.

"Oh my god," I whisper as a happy tear rolls down my cheek. I finish up and make my way down the stairs into the living room.

"Hey your crying, but smiling?" Harry says.

Hannah stands up and walks towards me.

"Lianna, you okay?"

"I got it Hannah," I say smiling widely.

"You got what?"

"I got it," I say motioning with my hands. Then she relizes what I'm talking about.

"Oh my god, she got it!" She yells. Ya know how in primary school when you where happy, you would hold hands and jump up and down I'm a circle? Well, we were doing that now.

"El, Perrie! I got it!" I yell emphasis on it.

"Omg!" Perrie squels jumping up and down with El, actually saying omg and not oh my god.

"Uhh what's going on?" Louis whispers to Zayn.

"No idea mate," Zayn whispers back.

"I got my period! I freaking got it! I'm not pregnant!" I yell hugging the girls.

I know you're probably thinking dumbass, now you're gonna have 3 days worth of hell. Well at least I'm not pregnant. Soon, we're all in a group hug.

"Well this just got awkward," I say. Everyone laughs and goes back to what they were talking about while Hannah and I made our way to the kitchen.

"You like Harry," I blurt randomly.

"Shh, he can probably hear you!" she whisper yells.

"I don't care. Watch this," I smirk.

I walk back into the t.v. room where everyone was just sitting their either texting, tweeting, or just looking off into space like Perrie, slightly drooling.

"Hey Harry, Hannah l-"

"No!" Hannah yells tackling me to the floor covering my mouth with her hand. I do the civil, mature thing to do, and lick her hand.

"Ew why did you lick my hand?!" she yells.

"Harry Hannah likes you!" I yell and run out the front door.

"Uggh that bitch!" I hear Hannah yell. I race across the yard into to volleyball court area. If I haven't mentioned before, I'm an addict for volleyball. I played this year but considering its the end of November, the seasons already over.

"Gotcha!" I hear Hannah yell. I throw the volleyball that was there and start sprinting.

"Stop!" I hear Harry yell I look up but its too late. I tumble into Harry and we fall to the ground.

"I need to talk to you," he says before Hannah tackles me off of him and pins me down to the ground.

"How dare you!" she yells and spits on my face.

"How dare you spit on my face!" I yell.

"How dare you embarrass me in front of the guy I like! Oh shit.." she says and turns around. Harry smiles waving slightly and she runs back into the house. I whipe her spit germs off my face and stand up with the help of Harry.

"Sorry you had to see that," I laugh .

He laughs. "Its fine. But I wanna thank you. I didn't think she liked me, I was afraid to ask her out because I think I'm falling hard," he whispers. My mouth drops open.

"Dude! Ask her! Do it! She would love too!"

"Okay, how?"

"Write her a song, or sing one. She likes tiny things," I say remembering her favourite song.

"You mean little things?" he chuckles.

"Yeah yeah, same shit."

"Come on," I say and start walking back towards the house. Once we get in there's a note on the counter.

Hey babe, The girls went home. Liam Zayn and I are going to get some groceries. Niall and Harry are there, Have fun. Be back at 7:00.
love,
dad

Two hours with my bestfriend, boyfriend, and soon to bestfriends boyfriend. Sounds perfect.