Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 26

First Day of School
November 15
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"WAKEY WAKEY, BROOKE!" Harry screamed while bouncing up and down on my bed.

"HaRrrRrY..." I groaned, "leT me SlLeeEeeeEEp."

"CAN'T DO THAT!" Harry screamed to the rooftops. "IT'S THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! GET UP SLEEPY HEAD."

I had forgotten about school, but Harry certainly never forgot. I try to get up and out, but Harry keeps jumping up and down on my bed. "Alright Harry," I shout. "I'm up! I'm up!"

"Goodie goodie!" he says. He's starting to act like Mary Poppins. "Now get dressed and head down to the kitchen. I made you a very special breakfast!" Then Harry, Harry Styles, skips out if my room and shuts the door behind him.

"Did he just....skip?" I say to myself. I shrug it off, mostly because that was just Harry being Harry...again. I sit up as I glance at my digital clock. My alarm is supposed to go off in ONE minute. DAMMIT HARRY! I think to myself.

The alarm sounds, only making me despise Harry for the morning. But in a silly way. A whole minute of wonderful slumber was lost! I think I might cry...

I get up and walked towards my closet. My outfit had to be perfect for my first day of school. This could be my chance to actually make friends, to have a normal life. Wait, I can never be normal so why even bother trying to say it. My dad is Harry Styles, a famous singer from the band One Direction. My uncles are Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, and Zayn Malik all from the same band. My aunt is Gemma Styles and my grandmother is Anne Cox! So why even bother saying that I'll have a normal life? I can't use my "old" last name, Nation. People will already know I'm Harry's daughter, and using my "new" last name Styles won't be of much difference. Now that I think even further, it might already be hard enough to make friends because of who my family is. People might use me just to see my family, they might pretend to be my friend to have fame, or perhaps they would just want attention from the Directioners and news feed as well. Normal just isn't the right word to have in my life. There is no such thing as normal.

Inside my closet (a/n reminder it's walk-in), I take out my small, but stylish, leather jacket considering it was chilly outside, a pink t-shirt with "crystals" scattered near the neck hole, normal skinny jeans, and of course, a dressy scarf.

So far, I've been able to successfully hide my left-ear-to-right-ear bruise from the paps and Directioners. But I know it'll won't last too long. Like I've mentioned before, Directioners have eyes like a hawk and are better then any FBI agent know to man. My bruise has lost some purple but only so little. I'd probably have to wear this dumb scarf for another week or so. Wonderful. I had forgotten to put on my black Allstars thanks to my forgetful mind.

Making my way down to the kitchen, I see that Harry as prepared my favorite, sunny side eggs with bacon. It may be a cliché, but it's delightful. "You like it?" Harry asked as I took my fifth bit.

"Yah." I answer. Harry had gotten a bowl of Cheerios and called that his "meal of the day" meanwhile the day has barely started!

"Do you want me to drive you to school?" Harry asked me. I wanted to say no with out a doubt, but I didn't want to hurt Harry's little man-child heart. "Sure." I say, preventing the breakage of his heart of gold.

"Goodie tootie!" he perked. What the hell? This man shouldn't be allowed to speak in public! He might as well be having an hour conversation about how good a sandwich can be! Harry. Typical typical Harry.

13 minutes later I finish my breakfast. "Hurry and do your hair or what ever girls do," Harry instructed. "We have to leave in 20 minutes."

The clock read 6:18.