Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 28

So from now on I'm going to start off the book with a quote from a celeberty or just a person. You can take a look at the quote in the photo above. Kinda nice right!

I love Marilyn Monroe ❤️

I also included a funny video by one of my favorite YouTubers, Paint. Hope you find it funny ;-)

Enjoy the chapter

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Justin's POV

"Don't worry, Brooke I'm here." Brooke's bleeding from her nose and part of her lip. Thankfully, the cut on her lip isn't deep.

I was walking towards the boys lavatory, which is right next to the girls, when I heard screaming. I'm not a peeping tom I swear! I just had a feeling that something was wrong. Usually my gut is right.

"You care...about me?" Brooke managed to say.

"Of course," I smiled. "I'm your friend." Brooke began to smile. Even though I known her for a short time, I never saw her smile. She has a pretty smile. Beautiful actually.

"I...never had a f-friend."

I held in the her hand as I cradled her. She's still trying to catch her breath after god-knows-how-many kicks she'd revived to the stomach. "Well, I'm your friend. I'll always be here for you."

Her smile becomes bigger however, she's still bleeding from her nose. It's starting to dry up.

"Can you sit up against the wall?" She nods. She moans in pain has I help her towards the pink-tiled wall.

It's way too pink in here if you ask me.

Grabbing a paper towel from the automatic dispenser, I quickly wet all of it and rush it to Brooke. I rubbed her nose especially-trying to wipe off the dry and fresh blood.

"Thanks, Justin."

"No problem." She lowly starting to breath normally again. One question remains in my head, why does that girl, Shannon, hate her so much.

"I never knew why," Brooke muffles. I must have been talking aloud.

"Sorry," I say. "Do you want me to go ge-"

"No!" Brooke interrupts me. "Please, don't tell anyone about this not even my father! You he's to promise me Justin. Promise?"

I want to say no, but I say "Alright." Wonderful. "But what are you going to do with the but in your lip, bruised cheek, and bloody nose?"

"I don't know," Brooke stated. "But I'll try and think of something."

"Well, think of it fast Brooke, because after this, you'll have to go back to class. You can't cut on your first day."

"Your right. Help me up?" I grab her arm and pull her up as smoothly as I can although it's not easy. She's doing much better then when I found her.

"Thanks, Justin."

"No problem. Wait, your lip."

"Oh yah." Brooke walks towards the mirror and starts to observe her slightly cut lip. She then suddenly stopped and said, "I haven't seen my reflection in a long time..."

"Why not?" I asked. Dammit Justin. Why would you ask that!

"I don't know," she confesses to me. "I guess I'm just insecure about myself."

"You shouldn't be. I think you're pretty."

"You're not just saying that because you're my friend, are you?"