Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 9

"Where to?" said the taxi driver. He sounded like the rude ones in the Bronx.

"Cheshire." said Harry with his British accent. I just realized something, if I'm staying here in Cheshire, for about 3 months (maybe more. I honestly don't know the plan), I'm bound to catch a British accent!

Should I be happy?

The car ride was silent, a kind of awkward silence between me and Harry. I looked at Harry every now and then while he looked out the window.

I wanted him to talk to me, but what do we talk about? My life in the orphanage? My life before the orphanage? There aren't a lot if options people! Finally Harry said "You're going to love everyone."

"Everyone?" I say.

"My mother and my sister, Gemma silly!" Oh yah! I've seen photos if them! My god they're gorgeous, I wish I looked more like Gemma so badly!

"Oh right." I say. Then another awkward silence took over the taxi. That is, until the taxi driver said "Wait a second! Aren't you Harry Styles?!"

"Yah..." said Harry awkwardly. I think I even saw him blush a bit.

"Wow!" shouted the taxi driver. "My twins are crazy about you!"

"I can imagine." Harry said under his breath. I giggled a little as the taxi driver started to have a mini fangirl while driving. "Oh my god!" he said. "Can I have a photo? Please?"

"Sure. But after you park. Don't want to crash now do we?" Harry replied. The taxi driver nodded and eagerly started speeding up a little.

We made it four blocks away from Harry's house but it didn't make any difference. I saw at least 10 or 8 fans outside. The driver got the photo Harry "promised" and he was as happier then a child on Christmas Day!

Or Niall with food...

"That'll be $35.39" said the taxi man. Harry paid the man as he said "thank you" and we left. I got my shitty backpack and threw it over my shoulder. I also tried threw over my hoodie, but Harry insisted on me to leave it down.

I had to listen of course. He's my dad now! I think...

We continued to walk, but my stomach started getting heavy and twisted. The house was two more blocks away. So were the fans.

"Harry?" I say. "I'm getting scared."

"What are you scared of love?" he said.

"Of being mobbed." I say.

"Mobbed?"

"By the fans. I'm afraid that they'll hate me and bully me...like my old life in the orphanage." Harry hugged me almost automatically and I started to cry on his shoulder. I don't know why I was crying being honest.

Hormones?

"I can't promise anything," said Harry. This conversation is off to a good start. "But I can tell that some people will like you." Great only some. Not a lot! Not much! Just some...wonderful.

"Okay." I say, although I knew none of them would like me. No one has. He wiped away my tears and made me smile. No one have don't that before.

We get closer and closer to his house and my stomach becomes more twisted and twisted. I feel like I'm going to throw up!

Finally we make it to the drive way and the fans go psychotic! And there's only 10! Saying things like "OMG I LOVE YOU HARRY!" or "HARRY MARRY ME!!" and by far the weirdest "HARRY HAVE MY BABIES!" My eyes literally widened when one of the fans said that. I also let out a little giggle. Who wouldn't?

One fan didn't looked too happy. "WHO IS THAT?!" she screamed towards Harry and me. Now my fear just risen threw the roof! "Read my tweet." Harry said.

I grabbed Harry's hand with fear and he rubbed his thumb against my hand. The fans went absolutely psychopathic! They started screaming and trying to hit me. I didn't mind it, I'm used to it.

We arrived at the door and Harry and I ran for dear life inside! "Do you ever get used to that?" I say trying to fix my golden hair. "Not really," Harry said, "everything goes bazerk in an instant when your outside." I can't imagine that. Not being able to walk outside in public with out being noticed and mobbed must be kinda annoying. I guess I had to get used to it from now on.

"Your room is upstairs down the hall and to your left." Harry said snapping me back to reality. I was in my own world for some reason. "Can you take me?" I say. I honestly don't know why I said that, but I didn't want to be alone today. "Sure." he replied.

He took me upstairs and lead me to my room. Wow, I get my own room? Back in the orphanage, I had to share a room with at least 10 orphans, most of them where apart of Shannon's bully group and Shannon herself. We reached a door part of it painted baby blue painted in a shape of flowers all over the door.

Good thing blue was my favorite color!

Harry began to open up the door, but before he did he said "I hope you like it." and he opened the door. When I saw the room, I stood in awe! I felt like I was going to drop dead!

My room was HUGE! There was a huge window on the right side of the room with green curtains. The bed was (I think) queen sized with poka dotted covers of different colors. There was a closet in there but I didn't bother looking in, I don't have a lot of things.

"How did you get this done in times?" I say in awe.

"Let's just say it pays to be the only boy in the family." Harry said as he smirked at me. I gave him a hug, thanking him for all that he's done for me. Even though it's only been about a day.

It was 4:00 am in San Francisco but here in Cheshire, 10:00 am. There was a five hour time difference. Harry was right, the jetlag was the worst thing for traveling. This is gonna take some getting used to....

Then again I had like an 11 hour nap on the bus...so I'm good!

"Do you...want to, watch some TV?" said Harry. By the sound if his voice, he was nervous about this whole parent thing.

"Sure." I say. "What are we watching?" I ask.

"How about a murder mystery?"

"Sure."

We went down into the living room which had a black couch and a flat screen. I sat down next to Harry as he put his arm around my shoulder. Harry grabbed the remote and went to the Investigation Discovery channel.

This channel was just murder period! Everything! We started watching one called Redrum (murder spelled backwards). It actually wasn't that bad, I mean it's gonna come back to haunt me in my sleep, but it was good. Even Harry showed some fear.

This stuff was scary shit!

At the end of the episode, Harry turned it off. I thought he could take another moment of this, wrong. He said "Come on."

"Where are we going." I asked.

"I want you to meet a few people." he said. How many people want to bet that I'm going to meet Gemma and Anne? I'll bet all the money in my pocket which is.....

1 penny...

We headed back outside where the fans where still screaming there heads off! Do these people ever sleep?! Harry unlocked the door and then looked at me. "Ready." he said.

"Ready."