Adopted By Who?!?

Chapter 5

- Kennedy's POV -

"Uhm, Kennedy, yeah, you kind of need to wake up. You have school, babe." My eyes snapped open once a hand was placed on my thigh. Harry peered down at me with a small smile. I sat up and shifted away, leaning against the headboard of my bed. When I saw Harry, I saw my father with is wicked smile and his green eyes. Yeah, my father had green eyes, but they weren't kind like Harry's. They were dark and mysterious.

"Harry, please. Don't touch me or ever call me babe, please," I begged, tears brimming at the corner of my eyes. Harry looked at me worriedly, almost like he was about to cry.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. Just get ready, you have school, please." Harry rushed out of my room, sniffling and wiping his tears away. I groaned and threw the covers off of me, walking over to my suitcase and pulling out jeans, combat boots, and my favorite superman t-shirt. I grabbed my towel and toothbrush and walked out to the hallway bathroom.

"I don't get it, Taylor. Just seeing her cry made me cry. I hate how I can't gain her trust."

"It's not so easy trusting someone, Harry. Especially what Kenzie has been through. She'll come around, though." IT'S KENNEDY, TAYLOR! But hopefully I will come around to Harry. Just not yet.

"It's Kennedy, Taylor. Kennedy," Harry corrected, ignoring what she said. I chuckled and walked into the bathroom, turning on the shower and waiting for the hot water. I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower, the hot water stinging my back.

But it felt damn good.

I grabbed the shampoo and massaged my head with my fingers. I was surprised the hot water was still running because at the orphanage, the hot water would run out fast. I hated it.

I finished my shower and stepped out, wrapping the fluffy towel around my body. I quickly grabbed my dirty clothes and sprinted to my room, locking the door after I closed it. I dressed quickly, then checked myself in the mirror. I smiled in satisfaction. I liked to dress for myself, not for anybody else. I grabbed my black Jansport backpack and skipped downstairs.

"Holy jesus, what is that amazing smell?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen. I inhaled the scent of blueberry pancakes and sausage. These guys are winning me over with food.

"Pancakes?" Harry asked as I sat on the counter. I nodded and smiled a little.

"Wait, who cooks?"

"Harry does," Taylor replied. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Harry Styles cooks?"

"Yeah, why not?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"You're famous. Don't you have people do that for you?"

He narrowed his eyes. "I hate that word. And yes, I have people that cook for me, but not always. My mum taught me how to cook several things before I became...famous. So, I cook for myself and the boys for most of the time."

Ah, the boys. Totally forgot there was more of them.

"Well, I'll be going now or I'm going to be late," Taylor says, getting up and gathering her things. She gives Harry a kiss and walks to the door.

"Wait!" I shout. "Who's taking me to school?"

"Harry," she responds nonchalantly. "Bye!" And with that, she walks out the door.

Holy shitballs, I'm stuck in a car with a guy.

"Hey, don't worry, I won't hurt you." Harry speaks up, his voice soft and kind. I nod slowly.