Paul Higgins Is My Adopted Father?

Best Prank Ever!

Emma's POV

"So I'm like now named.... Emma Higgins?" I ask slowly, because this was all too much to sink in.

"Yes, well if you want to keep your old last name that would be fine" She replies with a hopeful smile on her face. OH MY GOD!

"I'll change my last name because I'm a Higgins now! Wow! How did I get this lucky?" I think but it must've been out loud because Clodagh started to laugh.

"Okay that's good! Well the reason I told you was that, well, they boys are coming later and I didn't want to shock you too much." The boys are coming! Oh my god I could prank them and I could slap Louis' sexy bum, run my hands through Harry's irresistible curls, have an eating contest with Niall (he would most likely win but whatever!) hi five Zayn and hug Liam! Then run before the security could...... wait.... My dad IS security! Yes Oh crap! My posters! I've gotta take them all down!

"Um, Clodagh? Could you help me?" I ask her shyly. She replies with an enthusiastic

"Of cause!" I lead her into my room and before I enter I turn around to face her with a stern look on my face, showing how serious this is.

"I warn you. This could take AGES. I want you to help me get the posters down before they arrive. It might creep them out a tad." Finally getting it she laughs and replies reassuringly

"They'll be used to it" We walk in and her jaw drops. I thought so.

"It's covered all of the walls! Up to the ceiling!" She exclaimed in shock. I don't think her eyes could open any wider... She was wrong about one thing. The feature wall was untouched. I loved it too much.

"Don't reckon they'll be used to this?" I question with a smirk. She looks at me still in shock.

"How did you get all these?" Her eyes went even wider.

"Black market. And if it was too expensive. I would reason with them" I shrug. Her eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"You reasoned with a salesperson, at a black market?" I nodded.

"There was less talking more kicking butt" Her laughter filled the room and I joined in, then we started taking the posters down. We left up 15 that I was almost crying when we were about to take them down. Clodagh thought that was a reasonable amount. Now that we were finished I put them in the wardrobe, with the mirror saying.

"Sweetie, that's an obsession" Yeah, yeah, no. Dedicated. We had half an hour before the boys came over so I really had nothing to do. I just sat in my room listening to my IPod. But then, I want to find the massage room! Maybe Clodagh will let me have a look around. I go out into the hall and look to my left and to my right. Where to start!! I take a right and start walking down the hall. They should have labels on the doors! Or a map of the whole house. I wanna see the outside of the house too! 

I go downstairs and into the living room. Or the theatre room with surround sound, high definition TV and a bloody popcorn machine. Someone's rolling in cash.... I walk out and go into the next room off the hall. The massage room!!! It had three massage beds and a lady standing there with a smile on her face.

"Hello love, I don't believe we have met" She had another accent in her voice. There was defiantly British in it. But another was in there.

"No we haven't. I'm Emma, Clodagh just adopted me." Recognition sparked on her face.

"Ahh I heard madam had been planning to adopt a little girl." I smile and ask politely

"I was wondering, how do you get outside?" She laughs putting her towel down.