Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 12

"Not that bad Gemma." Harry said as he finished his leftover cake slice.

"You think it's good?" Gemma said to Harry.

"I didn't say that! Now did I?" Gemma got up and back slapped him. "Hey!" Harry shouted in....Payne!

BADUMM TISSS!!

That was corny wasn't it...

We left Anne's house at around 10:00 pm London time. It was about 6:00 am in San Fransisco and I was dead tired. My eyes were getting heavier, droopier, and my eyes were burning as I blinked. Harry defiantly seemed to notice.

"I think it's time to go." Harry suggested.

"Aww wwwwwwhy?" Anne whined. Harry then pointed to me, who was nearly knocked out. "Oh." Anne said.

"Someone's a little sleepy head." Gemma said to me.

"Am....not..." I yawned.

"Come on Brooke." Harry said. "Time to go home.

Home. Back to my wonderful room. To what I now call a bed. To the place where my new life is beginning. I just love thinking about it. Home.

"O..kay.." I mumble. I force myself off the couch with Gemma helping me. That's how tired I am, to the point where I can't even stand. I hug Gemma and said goodbye, trying not to fall asleep on her shoulder. I did the same with Anne. Said goodbye and tired not to fall asleep on a shoulder. Damn the jetlag is awful, but I think I will be okay in the morning.

"Bye everyone." Harry said to Anne and Gemma.

"Bye!" They said. "Nice to meet you Brooke." Gemma shouted. "Lovely seeing you dear!" Anne said.

We got into Harry's car and to me it felt like I was resting on a big fluffy cloud. Harry started the engine, and I knockout.

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Harry's POV

I glance over at Brooke when we were about 15 blocks away from my house. She's fast asleep. She looks so cute.

The jet lag must be really killing her to sleep...get it?!

I drive into the drive way and park. I see at least one or two fans sleeping under a tree, creepy. I unbuckle my seatbelt and reach over to unbuckle Brooke's. She mumbled something I didn't really catch as I unbuckled.

I got out if the car trying not to disturb Brooke or the sleeping fans. I open up Brooke's door and carry her bridal style into the house. Her room was on the second floor and she was getting pretty heavy. Up the stairs I go, running out of breath as I get to the last one.

Thank heaven.

"Yes! I made it!" I whisper to myself. "Now how do I get it open?" As you can read, my hands are pretty full right now. So I use the next bet thing-my foot. I "grab" the door on with my toes and open the door. It took me five tries but I finally got it open. I put Brooke on her bed and covered her body with the blanket. She looked so peaceful.

I lean down and kiss her forehead goodnight. A smile emerged onto her face. I wish the fans would just see her for what she is. A sweet girl, a funny girl, a confident girl, and most importantly...my daughter.

I head to my room and slam my body against the mattress, I'm dead tired. Let's not forget about my jetlag too. Then again, I'm pretty much used to it considering I'm in a band that goes all around the world. I get under the covers and make myself comfortable.

I can't wait to see Brooke in the morning. Why? Because that will be her second day in England. I can't wait to take her everywhere!

If mum says it's okay...

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Brooke's POV

I wake up in my bed and the first thing I notice is that I'm fully clothed. I guess I fell asleep at Anne's or the car ride. I honestly can't remember. The only thing I can remember is having that frosting fight, me eating calories, and hide and seek with the Styles. Maybe I remember more than I think.

I never felt more comfortable. I had an actual bed. A real bed! One with no springs, I think this was memory foam. I liked it. It made me feel like I was on top of a cloud. The beds at the orphanage looked like they were beat with a bat and run over by a monster truck, complete junk.

I get up and look at the clock: 11:59 pm.

Considering I don't have any other clothes, I stay in these rags. I head towards Harry room which was further down the hall. I creek the door open and see that he's still asleep, also fully clothed. I didn't want to disturb him so I just closed the door and went downstairs to watch some TV.

I found the remote and turned on the tv. I didn't know what channels Harry had our cable network so I just scrolled up to see what he had.

Channel 1: food network

Channel 2: MTV (which doesn't have what it stands for)

Channel 6: Movies.

I stuck with that one. It was playing Titanic which is one of my favorite movies of all time! I had a small crush on Jack Dawson and my birth mother knew it. I remember her playfully teasing me about Jack and singing that K-I-S-S-I-N-G song over and over. My brother did the same, the only difference was that she chased me around the house. My dad didn't really care but he did it too. Great memories.

I heard footsteps coming my way. I turned around and it was Harry with the worst bed head I've ever seen on a guy! His curls were going everywhere and looked like he'd time traveled from the 60's and back! I started to laugh at the sight and Harry rolled his eyes. "Yah yah yah," he said. "Go on laugh."

"I think I've already covered that!" I said laughing my guts out. Harry giggled along with me and then noticed what I was watching. "You like this movie?" He asked me. "Yah. I haven't seen it in like five years so."

"Can I watch with you?"

"Sure." Harry made his way the couch and sat next to me as I laid my head on his shoulder. He rubbed his hand up and down on my side. For the first time in a long time...I felt like I was a part of a family.

We were up the the part where Rose does her 'Titanic" on the window. "What position was she in where she could do that?" Harry wondered. I looked at Harry with a disturbed look. "What?" I say confused out of my mind. "It's just something I've always wanted to know."

"Why?!" I shout.

"Never mind." he said. That was by far the weirdest thing I've ever heard Harry say. And I've only known him for a day and a half. "Don't forget your going shopping with my mum and sister."

"Oh yah I forgot!"

"They know that I'm not good with that girly girl stuff. Do you want to know what I got Gemma for her birthday?"

"Sure."

"Well I'm not going to tell you." Harry sassed at me. I heard my phone go off in my room and got up from the couch. "BRB." I said. I went upstairs got my my crap bag and dug my hand through the worthless shit I had. When I finally got my phony into my position, I dropped it onto the ground. I never wanted to see nor hear from her again! How did she get my number?!

It was Shannon

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Authors Note

I'm feeling so much better then on Saturday! Though my ear still hurts and I'm coughing like a hobo with a sinus infection.

Thanks for reading!

Xoxo