Adoption of Love (NARRY)

First Family Dinner

AUTHOR NOTE: This story may PG 13 or R. I'm not sure..... I'll have to talk with my co-writer.

NIALL POV

     Harry slumps down the stairs towards the dinner table after his mum (my new mum) calls him down. He looks like he just woke up, his curls are messed up and his eyes are drooping.

   He sits down as she walks in with a tray that holds the food. She places the tray on the table.

"This smells amazing" I smile at her.

"Why thank you Niall!" She smiles back at me and out of the corner of my eye I see Harry role his eyes.

"Okay let's dig in boys" mum says. We fill up our plates and begin to eat.

"So Niall, tell us about yourself." she says.

"Umm...well what do you want to know?" I ask stuffing my face full of potatoes.

"would you mind telling us your story, like your experiences and such?" she raises her eyebrows.

"oh ok... well when I was 14 I was put up for adoption, but you knew that" I begin. "My biological mom couldn't provide for me. she already had a son before me, Greg. He was her pride and joy, but then I came." Harry's mum looks at me with caring eyes, but he just continues to eat.

"She thought he was an angel, but at school he and his friends would beat me."

"Oh my!" She holds her hands to her chest. My brother (Harry) rolls his eyes and gets up from the table, then puts his dishes in the sink.

"I'm going to bed, I'm done hearing this shit" He says and storms upstairs.

"Harry! get back down here!" mum yells with wide eyes.

He stands at the top of the stairs and folds his arms.

"Why? so I can watch you drool over your new son?" Harry scowls. " I can't believe you are falling for his innocence!" he walks back into his room and I hear the door slam.

"I am so sorry Niall, he's been a bit hard to handle ever since I told him about your adoption." Mum shakes her head.

I put my hand on her shoulder.

"its alright, he just needs time" I say to reassure her along with myself.

"yes, but it's been two years and he's been very different." she sighs "I'm just hoping he'll become the Harry I love." I nod.

she walks over to the sink and starts the dishes. A loud rumble erupts from outside. "looks like a storm" she says looking out the kitchen window.

I try not to wince as another outburst is accompanied by a flash of lightning. I pull my sweater tighter around my body.

Another flash and I jump up from my seat and dart up the stairs. I hear the lady in the kitchen holler my name, but I keep going till I reach my room.

    I jump onto the bed after I strip of my clothes leaving me clad in my boxers. I hide under the covers and tighten my grip on them after each bang if thunder. I feel a few tears, that I didn't know formed, fall onto the bedding.

   I hate this, it just brings back memories of my biological family. I hate them for what they did to me. At least I am away from them, but now I have a new problem. Harry Styles.

     He's so mean to me, the person who has been his brother for only five hours. I haven't said more than two sentences to him and now he treats me like a disease. I get this 'Bad Boy' vibe from Harry. I'm not sure if he'll ever be the kind caring person that he once was and his mum misses.

This time the thunder sounds closer and definitely louder. I wince and continue to cry hoping I'll be able to fall asleep soon.

A/N : hey so yeah the pov's are going to mainly be Niall's but Harry's will show up so you can understand both men's feelings.