Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 34

Four days ago, Niall went to the hospital.

Three days ago, Harry told me and I had a meltdown on Justin's shoulder.

Two day ago, Directioners found out about Niall and started to trend #prayforNiall.

One day ago, Harry got us tickets to Ireland.

Today's the day we go visit Niall in the hospital. And the day my heart will possibly crack in half.

Since Harry told me, out family's been different. Harry hasn't been his corky self and has been awfully quite. I've been quite as well and started walking around with a frump on my face.

People from my school sent me their condolences which includes my teachers and Mrs, Jackson. But none of them have actually made me feel better. Except for Lucy, Olivia, and especially Justin. They've done everything in there power to help me. Once day, when I came home from school, I found them on my couch with two bowls of popcorn and all my favorite movies on the table.

Harry was upstars, but he would come down every now and then to check on us.

Shannon and her minions however have been making my life more of a living hell. Now, since Directioners found out about Niall, Shannon's been pulling me from the hallways and beating me up in the janitors closet since then. Her minions would pin both of my writs to the wall and Shannon would do all the punching and kicking.

Harry sill doesn't know I'm being bullied.

It's lunch period. Justin, Olivia, Lucy, and I are all sitting at our usual table.

"Really sorry about your Uncle, Brooke," Lucy said.

"Today we're going to Ireland," I say. "To visit."

"That's nice of you," said Justin.

"I would do the same if it was my family," said Olivia.

"Thanks Olivia."

"I told you a thousand times not to call me that!" Olivia shouted, making almost half of the califtiria turn towards us. In a quieter voice she says, "I said call me Liv. You know I hate Olivia."

"We know," Justin says.

"It's just fun watching you get pissed when we do," I say. Liv punches my shoulder playfully as I was about to take a bite out of my sandwitch.

The first bell rang which told us to go to our elective. Lucy and I, instead of talking about the lyrics for choir, we talked about my up coming 15th birthday.

"Your going to be 15!" Lucy squealed.

"Yup."

"What day is it again?"

"February 3! I told you this last period."

"Sorry! Hey, isn't Harry's birthday two days before?"

"Shit! I forgot!"

"How did you forget?"

"You know me! I have a forgetful mind!"

"Touché," said Lucy. "So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know."

Today's January 24th. Harry's birthday is in eight days and I haven't planed anything. Maybe I can make him breakfast in bed? Maybe those cheesy coupons children give saying stuff like "Free hug" or some bullshit like that?

No.

"Are you going to drama today?" I say to Lucy, trying to change the subject.

"No sorry. I have to go to the doctor."