I was adopted by....One Direction?

Chapter 28

One Week Later

Emmaly’s POV

The last week Harry hasn’t had one girl over and I’ve been sleeping in the room. Damn, I like sleeping in a bed instead of on the couch. Today was that stupid interview and Harry barley said a few words to me this entire week.

I’m in black skinny jeans, Black tank-top and leather jacket. I straightened my hair, and headed down stairs for my black vans. Once I was done I sat down on the couch, Harry came in and looked at my outfit and sighed. Well, this is me so he can go fuck himself, I ain’t changing.

“What?” I finally said

“Why, are you wearing all black?” he snapped

“It’s my favorite color dick!” I yelled and ran up stairs. I gave up; when I got up stairs I put on neon-pink skinny jeans. Then I walked back down and Liam mumbled something and then we left.

Once we got there you know this happened that happened. We got on stage and sat down but the last I expected happened. Morgan walked and I looked at the guys it was clear none of them had something to do with this. So, I jumped up and hugged her.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” I asked

“Suspended,” She replied

“What?! Why?” I said

“Cussed Mrs. Bitch out you know the one that got us after school detention for nothing.” She said

“I bitch slapped her and you sat there laughing we can’t blame her on that one.” I sighed

“What!?!?” Harry yelled. I saw a figure behind Morgan with a black mask; I put my hand on her shoulder and she nodded. She knew by now she stepped aside and I did a front flip, punched him in the torso then nose. I did back flip and pushed back on his chest with my feet. Landed it and tripped him from behind he fell and I took his mask off. TRIANGLE!! That bastard, he’s back.

“Morgan, you remember me mentioning triangle right?” I asked

“Yeah, why?” she said, I started punching his face

“Die, die bastard, die- -“ I was cut off by…oh, shit.

“You’re never going to listen, are you?” my parole officer asked

“You’re not going to leave anytime soon are you?” I asked

“Nope!” he said, I was about to come back with something but went against it.

“Who the hell is this!?!?” Harry all but screamed

“Damn, Harry go change your tampon.” I stated, my parole officer, dragged triangle away. As soon as I couldn’t see them I grabbed my fist.

“Damn, he got a hard torso.” I muttered, Morgan laughed and handed me a VERY girlie looking box it was pink with pink ribbons.

“Just open it!” Morgan said, I opened it and started squealing and jumping up and down.

“What is it?” Harry asked, I turned the box around. I can’t believe it! She got me a black crossbow! (Morgan, guess what I want for Christmas?) Harry looked scared and so did the rest of them.

“What? I’m not crazy………..ok I am but I’m not going to hurt you guys god.” I muttered

“I got to leave now ‘cause I have to do community serves.” Morgan said

“What did you do?” I asked

“You might not have any spray paint when you get back.” She smiled

“Where?” I asked

“Oh! There was this lovely police car, well……wasn’t so lovely after a couple bottles.” She smirked; me and her both started laughing and said our goodbyes.

That Night Later

We were in the living room watching a horror movie that wasn’t that scary really. I got up and walked up stairs and got in the shower. When I got out I put on; a pink tank-top and black shorts that said pink on the butt. I walked of the bathroom, and over to the bed but Harry and some blonde where in the bed.

I turned around and ran out of the room ignoring him calling my name. I ran down the stairs and the boys saw me and asked what’s wrong but I ran out the front door. I kept running until I was at a park, I sat down my back against a tree.

I wiped most of the tears away, but couldn’t stop the rest from coming out. I sat there for god knows how long before I started walking back. When I got there, Harry was sitting out front with the rest of them. I walked slower and when they finally saw me.  Liam came over and hugged saying crap about how I scared him and shit.

I just nodded and I walked in and to the couch. I laid down on the couch about twenty minutes later someone put a blanket over me.

“What the hell happened to make her run out of the house crying then come back four hours later!” I think Liam whisper/yelled at most likely Harry.

“I didn’t know she was in the shower and had a friend over.” Harry said weakly

“I thought you liked her? Or was that just to piss off frank?” Louis asked

I started to shake with anger at the thought of getting played, he probably did play me.

“Holy shit she’s shaking!” Niall said

 I got up and ran, towards the back door and went outside and climbed a tree.

“She was awake?” Zayn asked

“How much did she hear?” Louis asked

“She never fell asleep.” Harry said. I started to cry; they looked in my direction, but didn’t move.

“Did she climb the tree?” Niall asked, I jumped down and sat down my back against the tree and looked up at the stars. I let the tears fall freely not caring anymore. I lost my family and I have about three to four friends that might miss me that’s it. Before this I was nobody, I stood up and started punching the tree. For about ten minutes I punched the tree as hard as I could. I fell to my knees crying but continued to punch the tree.

“Emmaly,” Harry called; I turned around and realized that we were the only ones out here.

“What?” I asked my voice was hoarse from crying. He walked over and pulled me into a hug and picked me up. He started to carry me towards the room.

“I’m not sleeping in that bed.” I said, he looked at me and it was the first time I noticed his eyes were red and puffy.

“Figured,” he muttered. He set me down on the floor and changed the bed sheets. When he was done, he just climbed into bed; I got up and started walking towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked, I flipped the light switch off and walked over to climb in bed. I was on the edge trying to get as far as I could from him. But noo, he pulled me by my waist to his chest. I got out of his hold and went down stairs. I climbed on the couch, before I heard footsteps.

“Why are you mad at me?” Harry asked, I opened my eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

“You’re joking right?” I asked

“No, should I know?” He asked

“You’re the first guy that I let touch since the accident but I was right you’re a fuckin player that needs a life.” I whispered and laid back down. He looked at me and I could see the regret clear on his face. I pulled the blanket closer around me and fell asleep.

Harry’s POV

I watched her sleep; I completely forgot she had gotten raped. I picked her up and carried her up to the room. I put her in bed and went to sleep keeping her close to me.