Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 11

"SURPRISE!" yelped Anne and Gemma. Gemma blew a party popper and confedii went everywhere! Anne managed to video tap the hole thing. I was really surprised! I haven't had a single party in two years and I haven't seen a balloon for a while. Apparently, Harry was surprised as well. I'm guessing he didn't really expect a party but only a regular visit between Aunt and Grandma.

Now that's gonna take some getting used to. Gemma Styles is now my Aunt and Anne Cox is now my grandmother. Though, Anne looks nothing like a grandmother should. She looks so pretty and I don't see a single gray hair on her head!

The house was full of balloons from the top of the ceiling to the bottom of the floor. "Maybe we overdosed on the balloons." said Gemma, she held a bright red balloon in her hand. Ironic.

"So?" Anne said looking at us. "Where you two surprised?"

"Absolutely!" I say. My voice sounded clear and excited. I haven't heard that side of Brooke Nation in a long time. I kinda like it!

"I thought this was just going to be a regular visit?" Harry said with a smile, trying to get a balloon away from his face. "Yah, it was! But we thought we could jazz it up a bit!" Gemma said with glee.

Harry left my side to give Anne and Gemma a hug. Then they looked at me. Did I do something wrong? "Come on!" Anne said as she gave the 'come here' hand gesture. I slowly moved my way towards there group hug. One I made it, they wrapped there arms around me. I felt like I was being wrapped in a silky blanket. It was so warm.

Is this was it felt like to be loved? To have people always looking after you. To be...a Styles? I had no idea. After all, I've only known Harry for a day and I've only known Anne and Gemma 20 minutes! So far, I don't have much of a family bond.

"I made cake!" Gemma shouted as our hug ended.

"And it didn't explode?!" Harry teased. Gemma gave him a little punch on the shoulder and Harry stuck his tongue out.

"I'm going to go get it." Gamma said and left the room. It's not even a room, it's more like a....I can't really explain.

"Come on." Anne said. "Let's sit down on the couch." We walked over to this blood red couch and sat down with me in the middle. Pretty comfortable.

I stared down at the floor 89% of the time. This was really awkward. The other percentage was staring up to see wether Gemma was coming back with the cake or not.

"So..." Anne said awkwardly. "What's your name love?"

"Brooke." I say.

"I love your hair."

"Thanks. I get it on my moms side."

"The curls as well?"

"I don't know being honest. Where I get my curls has always been a mystery to me."

"Harry?" Anne said. "Are those her only clothes?" I dig my head in between my shoulders in embarrassment. "Yah..." Harry said. I could tell that he was embarrassed too. I wonder what he was thinking...

"How about Gemma and I take...what's your name again? I apologize."

"Brooke."

"Brooke." Anne added "shopping tomorrow? I know your not good with the girly things Harry."

"HEY THat's true..." Harry put his big hand on his face meaning 'Dammit!' if I know Harry....from social media...

"What do you think Brooky?" Anne said. No one had called me 'Brooky' since mom and dad died. Andrew too. That name brought back the memories of me and my birth-family. I froze at the thought of it. Harry grabbed my shoulder, which I pretended never happened. He then shook it and tried to make be come back to reality. One I'm in my own world, it's hard to come back out.

"Brooke!" Harry shouted. Then I snapped back, remembering what Anne said, I answered. "Sure. That sounds nice."

"What was that?" Anne said.

"What was what?" I lie. I know she's referring to the whole 'Brooky' incident, but I don't want to talk about that.

"When you froze." Harry cut in.

"Nothing...it's nothing." Suddenly Gemma comes in with a golden brown cake.

"WHO WANTS TO PUT THE FROSTING ON?!" she screamed. Saved by the bell-er-Gemma. We all get up and follow Gemma to the kitchen and I see a big can of frosting on the counter.

It's vanilla icing and I can just feel the calories tuning down my throat. Just for the sake of the Styles, I'm only going to eat this one time. I don't want them to think I'm a freak like my other 19 families.

We start to put the frosting on the cake but when were not even halfway done, Harry flicks his spoon full of frosting towards Gemma. She gasps in shock as it hit her nose. Gemma flicks her spoon-it's a much bigger spoon then Harry's-full of even more frosting and flicks it toward Harry. The twist is, Harry manages to dodge it and it hit Anne in her back as she was getting some cups. "Sorry mum!" Gemma shouts. But Anne doesn't get angry. Instead, she gets the biggest spoon she can find (which is only a medium...it's not even the definition of big) and scoops up some frosting and tried to flick it towards Gemma, but hits me instead. Anne's face says it all, it says 'I'm so sorry'. I take advantage of this. But instead of flicking frosting in Anne's path, I hit Harry!

"Hey!" he shouts.

To make things short and sweet, it turned into a great big white creamy delicious frosting filled mess. Somehow, frosting managed to get stuck to the ceiling. Me and the Styles also managed to look like creamy snowmen. Shockingly enough, we actually got to finish the cake!

And now the calories build up. Gemma cut the cake trying not to get hair frosting into it. She gives me a corner piece which was my favorite part of a cake when I was seven. "Thanks" I say.

I shove the fork into my cake and force myself to shove the calories down my throat. I hate acting.

"We're going to need serious showers." Anne suggests.

"I don't know," Harry said. "I like being creamy and delicious!"

"That what he said..." Gemma teased. Bursts of laughter roared through out the room. Even I was laughing!

The rest of the night was fun. We played a casual game of hide and seek in which case, Harry ruined everyone's hiding spots by screaming where they where. He would pretty much sacrifice his own hiding spot just to do it. We treys to play monopoly...but Harry flipped the game board over. Twice.

So this is what it's like having a family? To have people who truly love and care for you? I like this.

I'm transforming from a Nation....to a Styles.