Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 4

Harry's POV
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First I saw Suzy. She seemed to be your average nine year old. We talked about what she want to do in the future and she tells me that we wants to join the army because her parents were in the army before they died. It was brave that she wants to follow in her parents footsteps. The army is no joke ether. I liked her overall, but I already had a person in mind.

Next was Kim. Cute girl but kinda a rude person. She sort of had this massive attitude and a fake tough girl personality. I don't blame her, especially because where she lives right now and who is in charge.

After her was Jada, spunky little girl about the age off eleven. Twelve at the most. I asked her about any of her favorite things and she told me that she loves to read. I asked her what her favorite book was and she replied with, To Kill a Mockingbird.

"You read 'To Kill a Mockingbird'?!"

"Yah! I love it!" Jada said.

"But you're so young! Most people don't like those types of books."

"I know, but I'm not like other people. I'm just...me!" We talked for another ten more minutes before I ended the conversation.

Charlie. She didn't actually talk much. I don't think she wanted to be there with me. I had a feeling that she knew I wasn't going to pick her, which was true. I guess that's why she didn't really put a lot of effort in trying to win my affections like most children would. I tried by best to at least make her happy. I actually got her to laugh a couple of times!

Kendall was next, nice girl really. She told me that she was a massive fan of One Direction and that its awesome that she got to meet me. I thanked her. We talked about her life as an orphan and what she liked. She lived to sing and act and told me that it's her true passion. I told her if that's what she wanted to pursue, that it wasn't gonna be an easy road, that she needed to work hard to get there. She gave me a hug and thanked me. I hugged back and sent her on her merry way.

And last but not least, was Brooke. She came in looking at the floor and I clearly was looking at a girl who's broken.

"Nice to see you again, Brooke," I say.

"Same here," she said.

"Love? Can you please take off your hoodie?"

"There's nothing to see I'm just an ugly, broken girl."

"Brooke," I say, "please?" She hesitated for a minute; I could tell even without seeing her face. Finally, she pulled it down and I saw even more bruises and cuts than earlier!

"Oh my god!" I shouted as I got out of the chair. "What happened?" I ran to her side.

"Nothing! I'm fine! Can we just get along with the interview?" she replied. Automatically I knew she was lying.

"Brooke, I can tell that nothing is fine! Now tell me what happened!" Suddenly, she started to break down and cry. I hugged her tight and I whispered in her ear "please don't cry" multiple times.

"Shannon," she sobbed, "Shannon Shannon Shannon"!

"She did this to you Brooke? But she seems so sweet."

"That's what she wants everyone to think! She wants everyone to think that she's this perfect little angel! She's a monster!" I feel so bad for her. Now I understand. I need to put her back together.

"Is there anything else I need to know. Things your not telling me? Or anyone for that matter? I asked. She was silent. No whimpering or even crying. She was hiding something from me and the outside world.

"No...nothing at all."

"Are you sure?" I said, "you took an awful kind time to say that."

"No I'm fin--"

"Brooke," I interrupted, "there's something you're not telling me." She began to cry again, but only slightly. She wasn't making any noise, tears were just slipping down her cheeks.

"Brooke. Please tell me. You can trust me. I want to help you." She got up on her feet and started to slowly pull up her shirt. I started to get really uncomfortable, until I saw a bone. I saw her entire rib cage. She was starving herself.

"How long have you been doing this, Brooke?"

"Since I came to this hell whole."

"Which is?" I worried.

"Four years Harry. Four. Terrible. Years." She pulled her shirt back down and I have her a big hug. I felt her tear drops land on my shoulder. I feel like she's not telling me everything, but at least she's staring to open up.

After the hug, I decided to tell her something that would change both of our lives forever.

"I would like to adopt you."
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Authors Note

It's short I know, but at least there's kinda a happy ending :)

I just came back from a school trip to Washington DC!

FUCK YAH!

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Questions for the chapter: Do you think Harry did this out of pity or out of love? Why?