Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 45

Don't you just hate it when your on your phone while lying down on your bed and then your phone just falls right smack in your face? It's like, "Oh you wanted to see that Instagram pic? Well here, why don't you have a closer look?"

That not exactly what I wanted to talk about, but at least now I have your attention and you got a good laugh! No? You didn't laugh? Oh well, I thought it was funny.

Losers...

Anyway, my alarm went off to the sound of Clouds and to be really honest with you, I nearly had a heart attack. For those of you who never heard the song, the first lyric is basically Harry, Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn shouting and because of that, I actually fell off my bed.

I get up off the floor but don't turn off my alarm. I like listening to music in the morning. I head to my dresser and try to pick out what I want to wear. I don't actually want to dress up as well as I usually do so I simply just get in a Doctor Who shirt, sweats, and my old red Allstars. I was in that lazy kind of mood. Everyone has those days and mine just so happens to be today.

I make my way downstairs and see Harry cooking breakfast once again.

"Morning, Brooke," he said.

"Morning, Harry."

"Brooke, can we talk." I throw my hands in the air.

"I didn't do it!"

"Just sit down," he said with a laugh. I sit down as Harry hands me my breakfast; Fish fingers and mayo.

"How can you eat mayo?" Harry said.

"How can you not?"

"Anyway, Brooke...." Harry takes a while to get in with the subject. All I know, is that it can't be good. Usually when he has good news he'll give it to me straight. When it's bad news, he'll take a while to tell me what's wrong. There is no in between. "I'm going to take you out of CHS."

It was like a stab to the heart. "W-What?"

"I'm..." he takes a long deep breathe, "going to take you out of CHS."

"Why?!" I say a little too loud.

"Brooke, you're getting bullied and I don't want my daughter to be in a place where she can get hurt."

"But, Harry! Please! Can't you just... I don't know! Do something different!"

"I don't know, Brooke."

"Harry please! I can take care of myself and you know it!"

"Do I?" he says. Now I don't know exactly what he meant by those choice of words, but for some reason, they hurt me hard.

"Brooke," he says, "look at me in the eyes and be brutally honest with me, can you take care of yourself?" I didn't answer. I just stayed silent. I simply get out of my seat and grab my backpack.

"I'm going to be late," I said.

"Brooke Michele Styles, get back here this instant!" My brain is telling me to go back to him. However, by body does the opposite and keeps walking towards the door.

"BROOKE!" Harry yelled. Harry never yells, if anything he was always soft spoken but loud enough for the whole world to hear. Then again he's had a microphone in his hands for the past 4 1/2 years so people could defiantly hear him. "HERE! NOW!"

This time both my body and my mind cooperated and walked back to Harry.

"Brooke," he starts, "I'm just trying to do what's best for you. I don't want my daughter to get hurt. Not again. Please try to understand." He bends over and gives me a hug and of course, I give him one right back. I recall what he said: not again. I'm not sure if he was talking about the orphanage so many months ago or the fact that I got beat up almost everyday at school, but those two words stuck with me.