Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 15

Gemma, Anne, and I started to head towards the car. Some how we managed to get in the subject of dogs saying which ones were the cutest. I thought the Yorkie was the cutest, but Gemma thought otherwise. She thought the Shitzu was the cutest. Anne had no comment in out little puppy argument, she only laughed an old us how stupid we were acting. I could only agree with her.

Anne started to talk about the mall and the funny things that we saw and did. Gemma managed to rip a pair of pants from Macy's that costed almost $150! We ditched the outfit and ran away from the area. I also managed to damage a snow globe with Big Ben in the center, only this time we were caught and had to pay for it. Good thing it was only $8! Anne didn't really do anything wrong, but she did mention her time in a massage chair for some reason.

The car ride this time was full of conversations and music. Miley Cyrus's Wreaking Ball started to play on the radio but I told Anne to change the radio station. "Why?" she asked me. I told because I highly disliked Miley Cyrus and the way she's acting. Instead of turning down the volume or changing the station, Anne turned up the volume full blast just to piss me off. And it did, I covered my ears and started to bang my head against the window. Just to make matters worse, Gemma and Anne started singing the song loud as well. If I could get my hands on them I swear I would choke them both! Gemma and Anne afterwords started to laugh there asses off seeing me bang my head against the window.

"You must really don't like her!" Gemma said.

"What gave it away?" I said. "The constant banging on the window or that fact that I told you I hated her?" We all had a laugh, but mostly Gemma and Anne.

We started to drive near Harry's drive way but we parked three houses away from it. What I always wondered is why they called it a "driveway" if you're not driving. Same thing with a parkway.

"This was fun." I say.

"I know!" Gemma shouted with joy.

"I really hope we can do this again some day." Anne hoped. I really did want to do this again, maybe a movie or a tour around town. I still don't know my way around this county. As we parked near Harry's house we saw the constant flashing of paparazzi and fans cameras. The whole house looked like strobe lights were flashing at a club.

"It was really fun spending time with you Brooke." Gemma said.

"See yah." I said. I got out of the car, slammed the car door, and left Gemma and Anne as they drove away.

I rose my hood over over my head although I knew it wasn't going to work. My hands were full of shopping bags from Macy's, Clare's, Justice, etc. and my arms were getting tired. As soon as I step on the brick path towards Harry's door, heads turn towards me and lights start flashing.

"GET AWAY YOU WHORE!" a fan shouted.

Haven't heard that before...

"SLUT!" shouted another.

Veeeery original.

Paparazzi was even worse. They said "Are you a prostitute?" and "You're sure Harry adopted you?" Both of those question were horrible to say and hear. I answered none of them.

I knocked on the door so Harry could let me in, but I heard no foot steps so I knocked again. Nothing. Ether Harry wanted me to stand up to the paparazzi or he wanted me to suffer under there harsh words and lies. Both of them are awful.

The fans and the Paps were all starting pushing me to the limit. I turned towards them and took my hood down to show my face as a single salty tear was streaming down my face. The fans started to laugh and the paps took even more photos.