"Do you really promise to let us stay with you?"
"You live here now," Harry said, crouching down. "With us. And nothing is going to change that."
"You promise?"
"I promise," he whispered.
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Jennifer, Jasmine and Alicia Scott hate everything. They hate other people; they hate where they live; they hate pretty much anything that they know of.
Orphaned at a young age, the girls now live at a Home-with-a-capital-H. All three have bad habits like swearing, sassing, selective deafness, disrespectfulness, not helping out, nightmares, bottling up and exploding and did I mention swearing? They are all on their own entwined paths to destruction and everyone seems to have given up hope.
After many previous failed attempts at fostering or adoption, they have come to the decision that everyone is trying to screw them over, and that they won't get adopted ever again.
And then one day they get adopted again. By five guys. Who are apparently famous. And they now have to finish raising three teenage girls. Good one, 1D.
The girls all have their own issues, and can't stand any of the boys.
But with a careful recipe of love, kindness, discipline and of course music, can the guys teach the Scott sisters that maybe the world isn't out to get them?
*WARNING: Contains non-consensual, non-sexual spanking and punishment of minors. Don't read if you don't like. Also contains self harm, eating disorders, swearing and possibly violence
Excerpt From Chapter 8:
"I swear, she's such a pain in the ass," says Harry.
That's when I had it.
"You know what? You boys don't understand anything! You've never been through anything hard! You guys don't realize life isn't always tickles and butterflies! Try growing up in an orphanage, being adopted for the sixth time, and still not being wanted! I honestly didn't think I was that bad. So, this time, you boys can play with the tickles and butterflies and I'll start packing," I say.
"You heard that? I didn't mean it," says Harry.
"You say what you mean and mean what you say. Fuck off, Styles. Can someone drive me to the orphanage. I'd rather be physically abused there than mentally and verbally abused here," I say. "Maybe the next person who adopts me will finally kill me. But life isn't that good, is it?"
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please be warned that this is terrible and i am not going to edit it, i wrote it a long time ago