Adopted... by THEM?! (A One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Chapter eight~ It's a girl thing... duh!-

Emily's P.O.V.

The car ride back was one in complete silence. Louis driving, Liam passenger. Niall and Zayn in the middle row and Harry and i in the back. You could feet the tension crackling in the air. Everything about it just screamed awkward.

I sighed, they didn't understand and they never would.

Arriving at their flat; Harry grabbed my wrist and put a gentle but firm hand on my shoulder and steered me in the direction of the door, preventing me from running. (AN: I'm sure you can come up with a bunch of direction puns right now so im just going to let you do that.) I cried out from his tight grip, but it only got tighter.

Once inside; he pushed me down on the couch, while they all stood in front of me glaring, arms crossed. I looked down at my lap, feeling guilty. But then i got annoyed at myself for feeling guilty, they went threw my diary, invaded my personal thoughts, no one was ever meant to see any of that. 

I looked right into Louis' eyes angrily. His eyebrows raised when he saw my expression.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Liam asked.

I clenched my jaw, to keep from screaming at them and my hands went into fist, my nails digging into my skin, trying to keep my temper in control.

I hung my head back down, knowing if i looked at them a second longer, i would explode.

"Well?" Harry asked.

Oh. My. God. Harry, for once, would you just shut up?!

"You read my diary." Was all that came out.

Louis sighed, "We had to, we were worried about you."

My head snapped up and i looked up and him and stood to my feet angrily, trying to be intimidating even though they were all taller than me.

"And did it make you feel any better?! What did you read Louis?! Did you read about how everyone hates me?! How i have no friends?! How im nothing, but a loner!? Did you read about how i cut?! What about the fact that people make fun of me?! Or did you read about how my own father killed my mom and my little sister? Did you read about how he hurt me? How he abused me? How he nearly killed me? Did it make you feel better?"

His expression was shocked and pittyful along with the other guys, until Harry said, "Did you just say that you cut?"

Oh shit. They didn't know that already. I stiffened and lied, "No."

"You cut?" Niall whispered.

They all took a step closer to me, trapping me between them and the couch, i backed away as far as i could, "No."

"Let me see." Louis commanded angrily.

I shook my head, "No."

"Emily now." He ground out threw clenched teeth.

I shook my head wildly, as he held his hand out, expecting me to show him my arm out.

He walked closer to me and i tried to move, but there was no where to go. I became aware of the fact that Louis look really angry and i winced at his expression, remembering how my father would hurt me when he was mad.

He didn't notice how frightened i was and he grabbed my arm so hard that i screamed in pain. He ignored me and pulled up my sleeve, and gasped, his eyes narrowing upon seeing the lines echted onto my skin.

He gripped my shoulders angrily dropping my arm, "Why would you do that to yourself?!" He screamed, shaking me.

"Louis... you're hurting me." I whimpered, trying to hold back the tears, and wincing from his tight grip.