Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 8

Sam finally picked us up at exactly 4:45 and according to his kinda deep country accent, we were driving to San Fransisco Airport getting on the 5:30 plan to the UK. The driving was actually smooth and we arrived there in a whopping 20 minutes. No traffic. No assholes on the rode. Everything was good!

We got inside the airport at 5:20 so we had 10 minutes to spare. The guys were wearing sunglasses so fans wouldn't recognize them. I wouldn't count on it though. Directioners have eyes like a fucking hawk! Sorry.

Anyway, we waited the 20 minutes at the gate. I would say 20 minutes straight, Niall got up and bought food for us. Never again. He bought more than we could possibly chew! Harry explained that it was going to be an 11 hour fight and that the jetlag was going to take the most time to get used to.

I can imagine.

Niall whispered into my ear that we were also going in as first class. I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with this luxury stuff, but if it's anything better then the orphanage, I'll take first shot at it! I mean, wouldn't you?!

20 minutes had passed and the plane arrived right on schedule. We got our luggages (they had luggages, I had my shitty bag) and boarded the plane heading for first class.

A dark brunette woman with an overly amount of makeup on her face was at the gate of the plane. She was wearing her flight attendant and VERY HIGH high heels. They looked like Lady Gaga could hear those everyday! "Have a good flight!" she said is the most perky voice I've ever heard.

"Thanks." says Harry.

We began to walk near the first class section and settle down. I put my shitty bag underneath my seat which I have no idea why.

I felt the plane take off after about a 10 minute speech on how to put on a seat belt. Pressure started to build in my ears and I whispered to Harry about kit being able to hear. Harry said "Just yawn and it will go away." Shockingly, it actually worked!

I grabbed my bag from under the seat and place it onto my lap. I scrounge through my crap bag and try to look for my iPod.

iPod oh iPod where for arth thow iPod.

I finally find it under an underwear and socks. Great! Now I just need to find my headphones...DAMMIT!! Another 5 minutes later I manage to find my headphones in my bag. I looked over at Harry for a moment, and he was holding in laughter!

Typical Harry. Am I right?

I turned on my iPod and tried to decide which songs to listen to. Better yet, album! I decided to listen to Up All Night which pretty much being me back memories. Of the guys.

The toon from "What Makes You Beautiful" started to roar through my headphones. This is the song that started it all! Just imagine being the guys for a minute. Imagine recording this hit song not realizing how big it was going to become. How famous they will be. What big of a fandom they will have. Imagine that feeling! Wonderful, right?

I felt a slight tap on my shoulder during the middle of 'One Thing'. It was just Harry. "What are you listening to?" he asked while pointing to my headphones. "Why don't you listen yourself?" I say trying not to sound rude.

I take off the head phones and pass them to Harry. He puts them over his ears and leans back against the seat with a big smile on his face. Then, brings the headphones down to his neck and says "Man, that brings back memories." I can imagine. "Do you want these back?" he said talking about my headphones.

I nodded and giggled as he lifted them off if his neck and into my hand. "What did it feel like Harry?" I asked

"Like what?" he said

"To be in there not know how huge you were going to become." I said. "When you realized how big you here becoming."

He heritages for a while, about a minute or so, and finally said "I can't really describe what I felt. But I can say it was a brilliant feeling. Just picture the bestest thing that ever happened to you and multiply that by 100!"

I can't imagine nor ever feeling that. What Harry felt is like a once in a life time thing and I'm sure I'll never get that feeling. But wait, when he adopted me was pretty much the bestest thing ever. Funny how that was only a couple of hours ago.

So maybe I do have a happiest memory so far. Well what do you know!

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11 hours later....

"brooooOOOOOoooke." said an echo.

"BROOooooooke?" I heard again.

"Waaaake up!!" I heard. I felt a hand shake my shoulder as I begun to open my eyes. "Hey sleepy head." said Harry.

"Are we there yet?" I said.

"Yah, but the plane just has to land." he replied. We hovered over the air for about 4 minutes and then I felt the thud of airplane wheels land on top of the tarmac.

LAND SWEET LAND!

The guys and I get off the plane and try and find our luggage. Not me. I had my crap bag on my shoulder. Trust me, finding the luggage was more difficult then trying to find a pair of socks in the morning. Or even a TV remote!

We all found our luggage except for Niall. He started to worry that the airport lost his luggage and that he will never see his clothes again. Thankfully, after 7 minutes of clothing panic, he found it. Mostly because he had a little Irish flag chain on the handle.

Oh Niall.

I guess this was when we had to go separate ways. Niall had to go back to Ireland, Zayn had to go back to Bradford. Louis had to go back to Doncaster. Liam had to go back to Wolverhampton. And me and Harry had to go to Cheshire. We all said our goodbyes and headed our separate ways.

Me and Harry started to exit the airport as we saw some many fans out side. "Put your hood up Brooke." Harry told me. He didn't have to tell me twice! I put my hood over and head down as we stepped out into the crowd of fans and paparazzi. "HARRY HARRY OVER HERE!" said a paparazzi man. "I LOVE YOU HARRY!" screamed a fan.

Not to kill Harry's vibe, but being really honest, I was kinda hoping tha-"WHO IS THAT?!" said a fan. Never mind. Someone noticed me.

After that fan said that, people had all eyes on me. "HARRY WHO IS THAT GIRL!" screamed a paparazzi.

"Hang on to me." Harry whispered to me. I clung on to Harry's arm and heard screams! "I called a taxi to take us home." Harry whispered again. What do you know, Harry Styles, a member of the biggest "boy"band on the planet, takes a taxi to his house.

Can we just give Harry a round of applause please...

We make through the crowd and get in the taxi he called. I eminently pushed myself inside as well as Harry. "That was interesting..." I said.

"Yah." said Harry. "You never really get used to it."

"You know you're going to eventually have to say that you adopted someone." I said.

"Yah I know." he said. "I just don't know how to tell them."

"Tweet?" I suggest. "Maybe you could tweet a photo of us?"

"Yah." Harry said. "That's a really smart idea Brooke!" Automatically, Harry takes out his phone and entered his twitter page. "Say cheese!" he said as the camera light flashed.

I thought the photo looked great, but Harry didn't like the way he looked so we had to take it again. Four times. He finally posted it after 5 minutes.

His comment read: Guys I'd like to introduce you to my daughter! I adopted her today in San Fransisco. Don't you think she's pretty? -H

I wouldn't say pretty. Or beautiful period. I hate my dirty blonde hair. I hate my body. I hate myself. I honestly don't remember when was the last time I cut, but I can say that I WILL do it again.

Someday...