Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 33

I don't know what and I don't know how, but somehow I've always felt like I've had a sixth sense. No not like in the movies where you can see dead people or see the future, I'm talking about friends or family wise. Like, I can usually feel when they need me or when they're in trouble.

Remember when Justin had a hard time with his parents and I sensed that something was wrong? See! I have a sixth sense! But so far, that's what I'm feeling right now. And this time, the feeling is telling me that it's about Harry.

"What did you get for number 11?" Justin asked me.

"X equals 35." Justin and I where working on our math together for the last 13 minutes. We've already finished everything else.

Not to toot my own horn but so far in the almost 4 months I've been in CHS, I've caught up on everything I didn't learn and have getting straight A's! I'm the top of almost all of my classes and even starting to become fluent in French, you know with a little help from Harry.

Like father like adopted daughter I guess. That sounded much better in my head.

"Today's not as bad as I thought it was going to be," said Justin.

"Are you talking about the day in general or the homework?"

"The homework."

"What time do you have to be home by?" I asked

"Well, mum is usually knocked on the couch my 8:12 and dads out by 9:35. So I guess I could leave at 10 or something like that."

"That's cool."

"So do you like the Doctor Who DVDs I got you?"

"I love it! Thanks again!"

"No problem. You've become a massive Whovian, haven't you?"

"When did you notice?"

As Justin and I are about to finish our algebra, when we hear a knock on the door. Speaking of Harry, how ironic. "Brooke," Harry said.

"You can come in you know," I say with a laugh. Then a man who looked like Harry walked into my room. He had big long curls like Harry and emerald green eyes just like Harry, my father. But, he didn't look like my father.

His skin was paler and his eyes were really pink and swollen. His hair was messed up and he looked like he has been depressed for years. The thing that changed the most was the joy in his eyes. It had seemed to have disappear. All of it. He looked as if he believed there was no hope or joy in the world anymore.

Who is that man, because he does not look like my father...

He's unrecognizable.

"Brooke," Harry said peeping his head out the door, "we need to talk."

This is never a good sign. No matter what.

"Okay." I get up and out of my bed as I leave my homework and Justin behind.

That sixth sense I told you about is starting to kick in. And it's getting more awful my the second.

Harry closed the door behind me. "Let's go to my room," he said.

I follow him to his large bed and sit. The sense is getting worse and worse.

"Brooke, I just want to tell you that... sometimes unexpected things pop in front of you,"

This is never a good sign.

"...and that... life expects you to get through it on your own. Like a challenge or a test."