The Mental Institution! (Harry Styles) COMPLETED

Adopted?

Chapter Fifty Five

"What do you mean adopted? You can't be adopted, you look like your Sister's." Harry said once I had woken up from fainting in the kitchen. I shook my head as the door bell rung. I didn't even acknowledge it as Harry went to open the door. Phoebe's voice was heard through the door. I became angry as I thought of how long she could have known. I heard the door close and them shuffle closer to where I was seated. "She hasn't said anything, just staring into space." Harry told her and I saw him at the corner of my eye take Sydney from her pen and leave the room. Phoebe moved closer until she stood in front of me. Before she could say anything to me, I shot up.

"How long have you known?!" I fire at her in demand. She looked down at the floor in defeat and I scoffed, too angry to feel any remorse against my actions. I grabbed her shoulders roughly. "Answer me!" I shouted and she whimpered. I heard Harry come into the room and he saw how rough I had Phoebe by the shoulders and gasped.

"Piper! Get off her!" He said and I dropped my hands from her shoulders and turned my hard glare onto him. I walked over to him and swiped my hand across his cheek. I heard Phoebe gasp.

"Don't you dare feel sorry for her when I have just found out that my whole life has been a lie!" I shouted and grabbed my keys and jacket and stormed out of the house, leaving two very shocked and hurt people behind and never looking back.

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30 minutes later.

I was standing outside of the cemetery gates. All these years of grief from a man that wasn't even my Father. I couldn't stop the tears as I got to his grave stone. It had his name and the date he was born and the date he had died. He was only 45 years old.  What broke me is what was at the bottom of the stone.

'Beloved Father to Phoebe, Paige, Prue, Patrisha, Penelope, Payton and Piper'

My name was on a strangers grave. Why would they keep this from me. My 21st birthday was in a few months. What a birthday present this is. I know one thing for sure, though, I will not stop until I find my real parents and give them a peace of my mind. I have questions to their answers and I will be heard!

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Harry's POV

"I can't believe that she slapped me." I told Phoebe, who was making tea for us in the kitchen. She smiled softly at me and placed my tea onto the counter. Sydney, then, started to cry and Phoebe went to check on her. I sighed and rubbed the sore spot on my cheek and grabbed a pen and paper and write a note for Phoebe.

'I have gone to find Piper, please, look after Sydney.

Back soon,

Harry'

I, then, grabbed my car keys and headed out to find her. She probably went to the prison or cemetery or the institution.

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I walked out of the prison and that meant one place left. The cemetery.

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Piper's POV

I wiped the tears from my cheek as I looked at my Mum's grave that had my name on it also. Why didn't they tell me? Is that why my Dad wanted to kill me for all those years? I heard a car stop, but, didn't think anything of it.

"I knew that you would be here." I heard Harry's voice and turned to him with tears in my eyes, my bottom lip trembling. "Oh, baby." He sighed and pulled my broken body into his arms.

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