Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 18

Lunch came around faster then the reaction a person would get putting 15 Warheads in there mouth. It's a long story how I know that. Let's just say that my friend Sabrina lost her sense of taste. Harry said that at 2:34 pm we were going to go around town. But he said that he had to go in a hoodie and sunglasses so that the fans won't recognize him. "You have to be Incognito too Brooke." he said.

"Why do I have to?"

He said that every though I've only been with him for a few days, it's made national news. He's talking past TMZ news. He told me that I had to get into my orphanage clothes, put on a hat, and put my hair into a braid.

The thing is, I don't now how to make a braid. I confessed to Harry.

"It's alright love," Harry said, "I know how. Sit down." I sat down on the kitchen chair as Harry sat behind me. "How do you know how to braid?" I asked.

"It's a long, weird story." Harry replied.

"I have time." I don't know why, but I felt a little uncomfortable. Meanwhile fangirls would kill to be next to Harry! Harry took all of my hair and started braiding it.

I started feeling like Primrose Everdeen while Katniss was braiding my hair. However, if I was Prim, I would have to go into the arena and fight to the death. No thanks. I kinda want to live with Harry!

Harry finished braiding my hair about 12 minutes later. "Thanks Harry." I said, already hugging him. "No problem Brooke." I went back to my room and put in my clothes from the orphanage, just as Harry instructed. Dispute my attempts to find a hat in my room, I couldn't find a single one. So I went into Harry's room and went through his closet. Inside, I found seven fedoras and two tiaras. Tiaras?

I found a beanie on Harry's dresser and decided to put that on. I hope be doesn't mind. I went back to my room and pulled out a pair of black sunglasses Gemma picked out for me yesterday. All Sherlock Holmed!

A.K.A. Incognitoed.

As I went down the stairs, I saw Harry packing out if the curtains to see if the coast was clear. I feel like we were in some Mission: Impossible movie or something similar to that. "Come on," Harry said to me, "the fans aren't there."

I head towards Harry with my phone in my back pocket and Harry's beanie on my head. I have to admit, it was fashionable. Even if he only owns two pairs of jeans.

"Is that my beanie?" Harry asked. I see he's taken notice of my lovely forehead. "I couldn't find anything else."

"It looks nice on you."

"Thanks Harry." Just as Harry put the key in the key hole, he turned towards me. "I'm just going to give you a warning," he said. "The fans are good. Like, really good. These disguises probably won't even do any good. They can pretty much find out a murder faster then the FBI can. I just want to warn you and please don't get scared." Okay, now I know that I'm in Mission freaking Impossible! Harry twisted the keys, and we headed out.
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Harry and I walked around town and I saw a lot of things that you don't really see in San Fransisco. Like this many bars and tourists. But more bars. "Do you want to get Starbucks?" He asked me. I'm pretty sure that Harry is a white girl at heart. "I never had." I said.

"You never hand?!" I think Harry is a little shocked. Can you tell?

"Sorry?"

"Come on! We're going to Starbucks." Before I could say anything, Harry yanked my arm and started tuning towards the nearest Starbucks store. Needless to say, we got there pretty quick. Harry was running the whole time meanwhile I struggled to even keep balance! Not to mention that my wrists still stings from last night.