Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 13

I'm more socked then ever before. Probably even more shocked then when Harry adopted me. No. That shocker is always 1st in like, this is a close second tied with the my shocker when I found my whole family was dead. Maybe this is just 3rd. The fact that I never gave my number to Shannon only freaked me out a little more.

Phone book? Wait...I'm in England, and she's in America. This isn't making any sense! I before I answer to see what she has to say, I silently close my door. I don't want Harry to see, hear, or worry about me. This is personal.

Now I remember who she got my number. When I first arrived at the orphanage by an officer, I wanted to make some friends fast and just fit in. The first person I saw was Shannon and ran up to her. I introduced myself as Brooke Michele Nation (why I said my full name, I don't know) and that I was the new orphan. She seemed nice at first so I gave her my number and she gave me hers. She started taking advantage of me by the time I was 11 and by then, the Shannon I thought I knew was gone. Considering we were the same age, we has the same "room". As we grew older, the higher the level of the orphanage and the crappier my life got (we had to stay in age appropriate levels. The 3-7 year olds on the bottom floor, which is the nicest. The 8-10 year olds on the second floor, which was the second nicest. And the 11-18 year olds on the third floor. I called it the rats pen.) I tried to get my number back from her but she just would just punch me. I knew there was no way out. I never threw away her number because I thought she would change and see the good in me and maybe we could be friends again. Nope. And now, my nightmares and horror films start all over again. Just as I stepped forward into a new life.

Me: H-Hello.

Shannon: Did ja miss me?

Me: in your dreams.

Shannon: Guess who just got adopted you little shit.

Me: Yah I know, I been away from the orphanage for a day and a half now.

Shannon: not you, you little slut! Me.

Me: Y-you?

Shannon: By a couple, from England. I'm comin' your way bitch.

My heart sank.

Me: How do you know where I live?

Shannon: I have my ways. See you soon...Brore..

End of phone call.

Now this is bad. Shannon had my number, the country where I live, and she's moving here soon! Talk about timing. This couldn't get any worse! I turned on my phone again to check the time when my phone suddenly died on me.

It just got worse.

I make my way down stairs like nothing ever happened. The call never happened, my fears never happened, my life in the orphanage never happened. I lied back down with Harry with my head on his shoulder, and he looked at me. "Who was that sweetheart?" he asked.

"Just a stupid game notification." I say. I hate lying-especially to Harry. "Alright." Harry believed. My stomach fills with guilt and despair. My head fills with thoughts and then turns into a headache. Thank you body, now you've mad me feel crappy.

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Jack was frozen in the water; Rose was shaking Jack; the rescue boat was leaving Rose; Rose get the whistle from the dead guys mouth. I love this movie so much! There was of the questions in my mind however, why didn't Jack go and get another piece of rubbish?

Already I'm thinking like a Brit.

The call from Shannon never escapes my mind. Nor does the guilt escape my stomach. Ether that or I'm hungry, I haven't had any breakfast. But I haven't really eaten anything in four years. Yesterday night was a very rare occasion. "Brooke?" Harry said.