Adopted by One Direction

Goodbye Hemily

"I have a request," I said once we were out on the sidewalk."And since you owe me for telling everyone I'm your girlfriend, you have to do what I say." "Ok," Harry said offhandedly."I'm going to be the one to break up with you." I smirked. "You mean...you're dumping me?" Harry's eyes widened in shock. "You heard me," I said, nodding. "B-b-but...

"Which is precisely the reason you shouldn't off said I'm your girlfriend in the first place. You've gotta meet the consequences, Styles. Deal?" "I wanna kill myself right now, deal." We shook hands formally. "Now, tell me, how am I supposed to dump you?" I said thoughtfully as the two of us walked into a mall where surely someone would see us.

"You don't know how to break up with someone?" "Well, first, I'm twelve, I've never dated before, and certainly haven't broken up with anyone. Second, you're my brother, plus your famous and this breakup will be all over the newspaper. Of course, I don't know how to dump you!"

"You can say something like 'I can't believe you did that,' then storm off. Don't make it too embarrassing though." Several girls had gathered around us, phones in hands and staring at us with curious expressions. "Three, two, one, do it!" He whispered.

"Er..." I said awkwardly, unsure how to start. I raised my voice. "How dare you! I can't believe you did that!" "I'm so sorry, my darling, from the deepest depth of my heart!" He exclaimed loudly, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. "I'm, er, leaving you now! I hate you! Er, we're breaking up!" I shouted, blushing at how ridiculous I sounded. I lowered my voice. "I can't break up with you now."

Harry blinked. "Why?" "I don't know how! This is so unrealistic! Look, even those few girls are laughing!" I pointed to the teens near us with phones in their hands, looking as if they were ready to snap a photo every second. "How about we do something else just to keep them occupied then I'll break up with you later? In a more convincing way. This is not at all convincing."

"Fine with me." He said mischievously. There was an evil glint in his eye. I took a tentative step backwards but Harry caught hold of my wrist. He pulled me towards him and suddenly pressed his lips onto mine. It took me by surprise. I staggered backwards then pulled myself away, wiping my lips furiously on the back of my hand and glaring at him. I looked up to see Harry grinning. He moved towards me again but I backed away, suddenly scared. He was going to hurt me, like my dad had hurt me before. He had never cared for me. He was just going to hurt me.

"Don't hurt me." I whimpered, all the bad memories flooding back. I backed up until I was against a wall, but Harry was still coming forward "I'm not hurting you!" He said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I struggled to get out of his grip, but he held on tight, not letting go. Tears started to stream down my face. Only one thought was going on in my mind. He was going to hurt me. He was going to hurt me just as my dad had hurt me. I was scared of Harry for the first time in my life.

"No, don't hurt me, please..." I sobbed, still trying to wiggle out of Harry's grip. He put his two arms around me and looked at me in the eye. "I'm not!" I looked at the familiar face that I have loved for so long. Now in its place was only menace. I filled up with terror as I looked at him. I didn't want to be hurt again. He said he didn't mean to hurt me, but I was sure I couldn't trust him anymore. He looked concerned, but I knew it was just an act. I had too much experience.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, then wrenched myself out of his arms and ran out. I kept running and running, not looking back. I was running in no particular direction, I just had to get away from him. I ran until I was on a familiar street and I saw our house. I ran towards it, and pulled open the front door.

"Broke up yet?" Louis asked cheerfully, but in my terrified mind he was like an enemy more than an ally. All of them, they had adopted me just to hurt me. I sobbed harder until I could barely see anything. I ran up the stairs blindly, ignoring the boy's questioning voices. I burst into my bedroom, locked up the door then huddled on my bed between the blankets, choking on sobs. They were knocking frantically on the door. "Passion! Open up!" I ignored them. If I let them in they would hurt me.