One Direction Adopted Me, The Rebel Teen

Alone with my thoughts

"BETHANY!" I heard someone yell down the street. I turned my head towards the commotion, as did a lot of passers by and I shook my head as I saw Tyler and Troye wearing one direction t shirts and jeans with fake tattoo sleeves pulled up their arms.
"TYLER! TROYE!" I yelled back and some pedestrians shock their heads. They both opened their arms and I didn't know who to run to first so I hugged them both at the same time.
"So what are we doing today?" Tyler asked us. I shook my head symbolising I didn't care and they could decide.
"I really wanna meet some famous people." Troye said slyly looking down at his shirt showing me he wanted to meet one direction. I sighed.
"Good luck with Liam, he's really sexually frustrated, Sophia isn't pleasing him as much as he needs." I whispered and they chuckled as we started walking. "Niall's been a bit off since I said I wished he hadn't adopted me, same with Harry. Louis' probably gunna be exactly how he is in interviews, and Zayn's gunna be smoking out his window, since he promised the boys he's stopped, when he hasn't." I told them as we got closer and closer to our street with every step we took. After a few minutes of gossip- what youtuber had hooked up with who, and that sort of stuff- we got to my house. I reached into my pocket and took out my keys, placing them in the door and turning them, opening the door in the process.
"Guys, I'm home!" I shouted. There was no response. I wasn't expecting one, but always good to try. I walked into the sitting room to see Liam and Sophia, sat in the sofa watching toy story. No surprise there.
"Liam." I said. He ignored me. "Liam." I raised my voice a bit, and he turned to face me.
"What do you want?" He asked bitterly before seeing Tyler behind me. "Oh hey, Tyler." He smiled. Dick.
"So Liam, this is Troye. Big fan, wanted to meet you. I'm going to go now, since you clearly don't want me anywhere near you, and I would rather not see your scowling face all night." I snarled and walked out, leaving troye and tyler to talk as much as their hearts desired.
I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a drink and just sat there thinking. I thought about Liam, and Harry, and Zayn, and Louis, and, mostly, Niall. As much as I hated it, I couldn't deny that Niall is a good dad, fair and funny, doesn't make me eat healthy shit, he understands my dislike for school and used to find it funny if ever I got in trouble anywhere instead of telling me off. I loved Niall, but I fucked up too bad and he probably hates me now.
I thought of Jason and how much I loved him, I thought of all the Youtubers and how much they meaned to me.
For the first time in a while, I thought of my parents. I thought of why they would beat me, and I just didn't know. They were just terrible people. I thought of all my previous homes and why they would hurt me. I came to the same conclusion.
I thought I'd my brother, Austin, and how me and him used to be so close, and now we hardly speak.
I thought of dance and all the hard times it got me through.
But one thought that always popped up no matter how far I pushed it down, was that I should cut.
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Troye and Tyler had spoken to all the boys and we're both happy. And that made me sort of sad. Not that they were happy, it great that my friends are happy, but the fact they have a better relationship with my family than I do. They were going to stay at ours that night and the boys- Louis and Zayn- ordered us pizza. We ate them all- yes all, there were 5- in my room whilst watching horror movies and being on Omegal. We typed our interest in as Troyler and seeing all the fan girls fangirl was so funny.
Harry stormed into my room at 3 in the morning and shouted at us for being too loud. Not my fault I scream when I see dudes masturbating. Of course we didn't shut up, which meant that Harry came into my room again and hour later and threw a book at us. We just laughed and carried on talking. There's a lot of YouTube gossip going around, like apparently Caspar Lee's a tranny. Yeah no one believes that one. But there's lots of rumours about cethany. I hope they're true. Connor needs a girlfriend as much as Troyler need to get together already.
Troye and Tyler left the next day at like 1. I grabbed some money and walked out of the house shortly after, to go to Starbucks. I ordered myself a pumpkin spice latte to go and I walked home with it in my hand. But I didn't feel like being alone today, so once again I grabbed some money and walked out the door with my latte still in hand. I walked a ten minutes down roads before I came face to face with a door. I knocked and waited. And waited. I knocked again. And again, I waited. The stupid ginger, probably in his study again.
I dug through the plant pot to the side of his door and found the spare key and I let myself in. I closed the door behind me and made my way up to his studio. I knocked on that door as well. I heard his feet thumping down, making the floor shudder. He swung the door open and I came face to face with a scared looking ginger.
"How the fuck did you get in!" He asked terrified.
"Oh hi Ed, I'm fine thanks." I laughed sarcastically. "And the spare key."
"Oh, sorry. You just scared me, that's all." He laughed. "D'you fancy a cuppa?"
"Nah it's alright, I got my Starbucks." I said lifting my drink up,
"Oh okay, what brings you here?" He asked me
"Didn't want to be alone, the boys are still pissed with me, and I'm still pissed with them, and I feel like I've been bugging Jason too much recently." I shrugged
"Come sit down." He pushed the door open further and I walked in and sat down. "So you and the boys are still messed up at them moment?"
"Yeah, I mean Louis and Zayn and me are fine. Liam's just a no no right now, Harry's not talking to me since I accidentally said I wished Niall never adopted me, which I didn't mean and have felt horrible for. And Niall isn't really talking to me either. I'm sneaking out all the time to get drunk to forget about it all." I said honestly to the older ginger boy.
"I feel you, with the getting drunk thing I mean, well I do have a song called drunk, so how about we get some alcohol in our systems?" I grinned at his idea and we both walked out of the studio and into his bar. Yeah that's right ed sheeran has his own bar. He opened a bottle of vodka and got a few shot glasses out. He poured our drinks before I grabbed the shot glass and said,
"3... 2...1." We downed the contents of the small glasses and pulled faces at each other. He tossed me a bear before opening his own. We at in the stools he had a small competition of who could drink the full can the quickest. He won.
"That was not fair! Give us another one and I'll win this time!" I shouted a bit tipsy. He compiled and handed me another and opened himself another beer. Again I lost.
"I will win one day!" I pointed at him and giggle a bit.
"You won't! I'm undefeated!" He shouted at the top of his lungs and then started laughing along with me. "Hey, you wanna get high?" He asked me after a moment of silence.
"Hell yes!" I shouted back to him. He just giggled and walked over to a draw full of bags of weed and papers. He pulled some out and started rolling it before placing the spliff in between his lips and lighting it in hailing the smoke. He took another puff and passed it to me letting me inhale all the shit the zoot had in it. We carried on like that, puffing and passing until it was done and we were high as fuck. We say there giggling for about 5 minutes at the TV that had dorm girl with terrible eyebrows on it before my paranoia set in and Ed got hungry. He set off to his kitchen while I hid behind the sofa sweating about being caught.
"Let me call the boys!" Ed shouted as he walked back into be room with his food he got his phone out, had I been sober I would've stopped him, but I wasn't and I just giggled at his fiery red main.
"Wassup Weasly?" Harry answered and I giggled again. "I recognise that laugh, Ed are you with Bethany?" He said suddenly angry
"Why should you give a shit, Harry Potter!" Again we both giggled before he continued. "Because you haven't been paying her any attention!"
"Are you both high?" He said calmly.
"Nooooooooooo." Ed said shaking his head even though Harry couldn't see him.
"Right I'm coming round and picking Beth up, I don't want you two hanging out together anymore. You're a bad influence." Harry spat before he hung up. I was starting to get hungry so I went to his kitchen leaving him behind and grabbed whatever food there was. I ate solidly for a good five minutes before we felt exhausted and crashed out on the sofas, forgetting about Harry coming to pick me up.
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We woke to banging on the door, and Ed got up to investigate it. I heard the old door open before the yelling started.
"You fucking twat, Edward Sheeran! She's 15! When Niall finds out you're so dead!" A voice I recognised shouted, Harry. I rolled off the sofa, landing on the floor with a bang.
"Ow!" I shouted at the floor not being in any pain what so ever. I stood up and walked into the hallway and to the door.
"At least I'm paying her attention!" Ed shouted back. "She came here because she didn't want to be alone, like she is in your house. When was the last time you, Niall or Liam had a conversation with her that wasn't telling her off for something she didn't do, or that didn't end up you shouting at each other? She might have started acting like this to get back at you for putting her in a coma, but she's still doing it because you don't pay her any attention! Sophia's a bitch to her, witch she has tried to tell you but you never listen! I won't be surprised if she's started cutting again, the amount of shit she's going through at the moment!" Ed finished glaring at Harry. He let it slip. He said it was because the coma. Either way the speech didn't have the effect on him as Ed had hoped, and Harry just grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the house.
"You aren't going to hang around her anymore, you dickhead." He hissed in Ed's face and walked off, his hand still wrapped around my arm dragging me behind him, leaving Ed on the doorstep shouting after us.
We got to our house in five minutes due to the pace Harry was walking at. Notice how I called it our house, not our home? That's because this is not a home. A home is where you feel safe and loved. I don't feel either, what with Sophia basically living here, I don't think you would have felt safe either. And I certainly don't feel loved, admittedly I caused all of this, but I've barely been in trouble this month, I've only had like 5 detentions, I doing all my work and shit like that. I don't think I should've still been treated as I was. Harry dragged me up the stairs and into my room before walking out and closing the door behind him, leaving me once again with my thoughts. Except this time, one thought took over. I should cut. And this time I let it win.