Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 10

We were in Harry's car this time. The incident with the fans as me and Harry left wasn't a pretty one.

Let's just say that purple is no longer my favorite color.

The bumps in the road started to make me feel car sick. I swear I could feel my face turned much greener then Oscar the grouch. Its been a long time since I've been in a car give me a break! And so far, it's gonna be hard to get used to...

Bleh...

It was weird inside Harrys car. I know it's strange to say, but it really is! If I was in America right now, I would be sitting in the drivers seat. Now do you get it?

Harry turned on the radio and 'Royals' by Lorde began to play. I honestly really liked this song and the beat to it felt awesome! "It's about a 30 minute ride." said Harry.

"Huh?" I said. I didn't really hear him, I was in my little world again.

"To my mums house," he said "it takes about 30 minutes to get there."

"Nice to know." I said. "What are they like?"

"My family?"

"Yah. I haven't had one in a while."

"Hmmm...they are loud, sweet, and caring. Gemma's hair is blue and purple, and my mum can be cheeky...in a good way. My mum is really nice and sweet. Gemma is also nice, she's really girly at times and all, but she's the best sister you could have."

That moment when he mentioned Gemma, his older sister, made me miss my older brother Andrew. The times we would have together. The moments where we were best friends. They're just memories now, and he's.....gone He would have been 18 if it wasn't for that crash.

"I miss my brother." I say.

"What?" said Harry. That's right, I never told him about the crash.

"Andrew, he was my brother."

"Was?" wondered Harry. Am suppose I'm supposed to open up now? Relive those painful memories? Yah....

"Andrew was the best brother you could ask for. Mom was the most caring you could have. Dad was the greatest guy there was. O-one morning m-me and my f-family were about to go home after a f-fun family day.

"Suddenly out of nowhere, a g-guy rams us at the rear of the c-car. D-dad lost control, everything happened so f-fast..." I started to tear up and tear drops fell. Harry let one hand go of the steering wheel and wiped away a tear on my cheek. Then I continued, thought I was still crying. "we crashed in a ditch. I felt so dizzy and in pain. My leg, neck, and left arm were broken. I looked over to my brother, he wasn't awake. I c-checked h-his p-pulse and there was n-nothing. He was g-gone!" Now I really started to cry. My eyes turned red and puffy in a matter of seconds. Harry gave me a huge, tight hug.

We were at a stop light.

"Do you want to continue with this?" said Harry. "I don't want you to relive painful memories."

"I wasn't even halfway done."

Harry gave he a look to continue. I'm guessing he wanted me to open up the him so we could be like father and daughter. Ether that or he's trying to torcher me with bad memories. "So then I looked over to my parents." I said a little calmer. "I reached as far as I could to my dad to see if his pulse was still there. It was gone too. And so was my mom. I sat back down screaming and crying wishing and hoping that I would die with them."

The light turned green and Harry drove.

"I felt my chest getting heavy and I knew that this was it. That I would die. Then I woke up in the hospital with memories of the crash flowing back to my mind. The doctor came in and asked how I was feeling...stupid question if you ask me. I asked how my family was and if they are okay. He didn't answer so I asked again. That's when he told me....they died..." I didn't know what to say next, mostly because the tears started to pour out my by eyes.

People used to say that I had my fathers eyes which were bright blue and my moms hair, blonde. Though I don't know where I got my curls from. That was always a mystery for me...

Harry pulled over to the side of the rode and parked. "I'm sorry you had to go through all of that." he said. "How old were you?"

"10 I think." I said, wiping away the salty tears from my eyes. Why do I have to cry so easily. Oh that's right, because I'm broken. I can never be fixed. Even with fucking super glue!

This time, I leaned towards Harry and started to rest my head on him then he warped his arms around me.

He felt warm. I felt his heart beat making me calm, just like dad. He would let me lie down on him and I would listen to his heart beat. Harry rested his chin on my and said "I'm really sorry that happened to you. But you're going to have a much better life. I promise."

Those were the words I was afraid of. I promise. Sometimes they mean it, other times they beat you and send you back to an orphanage. Some promise.

"Come on." he said as he let go and held back on the the steering wheel. "We got to visit Gemma and my mum. They are dying to meet you."

"How do you know." I say. He takes out his phone and turns it on. There are at least 15 texts from Gemma and 20 from Anne saying "WHEN ARE YOU COMING!" (Anne) and "I WANT TO MEET HER SO BAD!!! COME ALREADY!!" (Gemma).

"Yah," Harry said. "I think they really want to meet you."

I think they do too.

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30 minutes later. . .

We were about five or ten minutes late, Gemma and Anne were starting to become a little antsy too. They were texting non-stop! "Where are u?!?!" (Anne) "Plz come!!! I want to see her!" (Gemma) my god they were antsy!

Maybe it was a bad idea to stop and talk about my past. We would have been at Anne's by now if it wasn't for that.

"How many more minutes?" I questioned.

"About...3...2" Harry said as he drove his car. He had a big cheeky smile on his face. I think he was more excited then me to meet his family. I should be the one about to through up!

I can feel it coming up...blah....

Harry pulled up into Anne's driveway and my stomach pounded. That almost never happens, don't you remember? I'm 62 pounds and I'm pretty sure Harry couldn't remember that moment in the orphanage.

Harry turned off the ignition and we got out of the car. "You nervous?" he asked me.

With his British accent, he sounded like he said nuvus.

"Yah." I say. Why else was I supposed to say? Pizza?!

"Don't worry," Harry said. "you're going to like them a lot."

One we went to the walk path and I immediately noticed four colorful balloons outside, tapped to the railings of the stairway and parts of the walls.

My stomach=twisted

My head=bad thoughts

Legs=wobbly

Harry got out a silver key that said 'HOME' and put it in the key hole. I tried to fix my golden dirty blonder hair a little. Didn't do much good...it went back right to its messy place.

Some hairdo I know.

Harry twisted the key to the left and back to the middle. He twisted the knob and looked at me for a minute to give me this cheeky smile.

Before you know it, I heard people yell out "SURPRISE!"