Adopted by 1D

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  The next morning I woke to the sound of an air horn.
"Get up! Get up! We're going on vacation!" screamed Louis.
"Shut up!" I yelled
"Hey Emily. Love. Can you please get up?"
This time it was Dad. I rolled out of bed.
"What?" I groaned.
"We're going on vacation. To Atlanta, Georgia. You need to pack. We are leaving for the airport in 2 hours. It is going to be 90 degrees (Fahrenheit). So...."
"How many days?"
"6-7. So pack for 7 days."
"Sounds good."
I got up and showered quickly. I put on a pair of basketball shorts with a pair of sweatpants on top. For my shirt, it was a random t-shirt from Nike. I threw my PINK sweatshirt over it and grabbed my suitcase from my closet. I packed a variety of summer clothes. 2 pairs of jean shorts. 1 dress. A skirt. And 3 pairs of basketball shorts. After my suitcase was packed with my clothes and toiletries, I grabbed my Nike Elite backpack to pack my electronics. I packed my laptop, phone, Ipod and all the charging cords. By then, I was done. I ran downstairs with all of my stuff. We then hopped into the car and left.
*skip plane ride*
When we landed, we quickly jumped into our rental car and drove to our hotel. We had the penthouse, so we each had our own room.
"So a very special person is going to stop by during dinner. Okay?" said Louis.
"Okay." I replied.
It was 6:00 pm, so it was diner time. We were all so use to traveling that we never had jet-lag anymore. So that wasn't a problem. I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was full of food. I didn't bother asking the boys, because I figured that they had asked someone to stock it for us. I knew everyone was hungry and we were having a guest, so I grabbed a ton of food. Once I had gathered all of the food, I started to cook. I decided to make pesto pasta with a salad and bread. Honestly, I don't know why I cook every meal. I think that is just because I don't trust the boys' cooking and plus, I just like to cook.
20 minutes later, all the food was done. I carried it to the table and set out a jug of ice water. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. One of the boys got it. I was still in the kitchen getting dishes and silverware to set the table. I heard whoever was at the door talking with Liam in the living room. But I still didn't know who it was.
"Dinner!" I yelled.
"Coming!" shouted everyone.