Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 39

I wake up in bed, with the presents underneath. It's Harry's birthday! Excitement takes over my body as I go and check the clock.

5:46 am.

I guess my body had some excitement. I try to fall back asleep but due to my excitement, my body just couldn't.

What was I going to do at 5:46 am?

I guess I could make Harry breakfast. But here's the thing, I can't cook no matter how hard I try. For all I know I could set boiling water on fire. I get it from my birth-dad's side of the family. Not joking. When my dad tried to cook, he would set the impossible on fire. Ever heard of someone letting a salad on fire?

My birth-dad had his own line of physics and I guess he passed down his physics to me. Great.

I get out of my bed, grab the presents from under my bed (which was only three bags. One for the jumper, one for the fadora, and another one that's a surprise that I didn't want to tell you about), and tiptoe down stairs. I didn't want to wake my dad.

Going down the stairs, along with the presents in my hand, I go to the living room. Did I forget to mention that Gemma and Anne are coming over? I called them about a day ago explaining that I wanted to throw a surprise party just for Harry and they automatically screamed yes! They should be here soon.

I lay the presents on the couch and decided to call Anne. I needed a favor.

"Hey Anne!" I say.

"Hello my love! We were just about to leave. What's up?"

"Can you do me a favor, Anne?"

"Of course! What do you need?"

"I need three present bags to put the presents I bought for Harry in."

"Oh no problem. Anything else?"

"Now that you mention it, do you think you and Gemma could cook Harry breakfast when you come over?"

"Oh course! Just a question but, why can't you do it?"

"I don't think you would want to see water on fire, Anne."

"What?"

"I can't cook for my life. So? Can you guys cook?"

"Yes we can. See you soon my love. Bye! Love you!"

"Bye, Anne. Love you too." I hang up the phone and look at the presents I got him.

It wasn't until another 20 minutes went by before Anne and Gemma knocked on our door.

"Hello Brooke!" Gemma nearly shouted.

"Shh! He's still sleeping." I shushed Gem.

"Oh right..." Gemma quickly gives me a hug and enters along with Anne behind her.

"Hello sweetie," Anne said.

"Who are you, River Song?"

"You and your Doctor Who." Anne smirks and tussles my hair. I honestly didn't like it when people tussle my hair but I give an exception to Anne... considering she does it all the damn time.

"Okay," I say clapping my hands, "we need to start with the breakfast. Anne have you got the bags?"

"Check." She raises her hands to reveal three gift bags.

"So who's got breakfast down?" I say.

"I'll get that done!" Gemma shouted.

Pretty soon it was like we were working at Santa's workshop. Gemma was cooking, Anne was decorating scattering ballons everywhere, and I was putting the presents in the bags occasionally helping Anne with the decorations as much as I could. But the time Gemma was finished with breakfast-three blueberry pancakes-it was 6:43. Gemma eventually helped Anne and I with the decorations once she was done but at the same time, she had to make sure the pancakes were warm. Cold pancakes are nasty.