I'm Being Adopted by... One Direction?

Come Home *Chapter 47*

I just threw down my third drink of coke mixed with the illegal substance for me down my throat. The vodka burning down my throat after I swallowed and opening up my chest, but the sweet fizzy taste of the coke causing it to be a little numbed. Needless to say, my thoughts weren’t clear; my judgment thrown out of the window, and everything and anything stopping me from making a fool of myself was out the door by now. Jessica and Heather were still nursing the same drink from an hour ago, and Adam was just going on his second. I tossed the glass down on the table, but my vision blurring, it shattered down on the ground. I got a few annoyed looks, but I honestly couldn’t care less at this point. I sighed as the music was blaring; looking over at the dance floor I saw Harry and the mystery girl now walking off of the dance floor. It seemed as if they were coming towards me, but I knew by the flashing lights that he couldn’t tell it was me. He couldn’t even see me now, but I could see him and the girl in the tight dress.

I watched as he described who he was, but then he also made a few other gestures. He made a hand motion that was saying like how tall someone was and he made it up to his shoulder, where around I was with heels on so he couldn’t be talking about me. But then he made a gesture to his hair, and then also his eyes. A lot of people asked me if I was Harry’s niece or something as we looked a little similar. My eyes finally caught a glimpse of who Harry was standing with; it was Gemma, his sister.

 I had only seen a few photos of her from which Harry had shown me, but I just knew it was her. She slapped his chest with the back of her hand and pointed at me, I was like a dear frozen in the headlights. I was still and motionless as the man next to me was cleaning up my mess of the shattered glass. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as he leant forward and squinted his eyes trying to get a closer look as he would surely see it’s me. His squinted eyes soonly widened as he saw it was me. He shook his head and grabbed his sister’s hand, leading her out of the club, his face illuminated by the bright screen of his cellphone.

“I want to go home.” I pleaded my eyes bringing tears to them. Quickly, Jessica and Heather were at my sides, Adam laying down a few bills to pay for the drinks and the broken glass.

“What do you mean home? Grace?” Jessica said bringing her hands to my cheeks that were wet with tears sliding down them; she figured it out a few minutes later by the way my tears kept progressing and the sobs shaking my chest.

“I’m so sick and tired of trying to be strong, not showing how I really feel about everything and it makes everything so much fucking worse!” I shouted, standing up, wobbling due to the state of my blood cells. They stood up to balance me, but I was already making my way through the club, getting yelled at my snotty seventeen year old girls as I gently pushed them clearing a path to my way through the door. And before I could even imagine anything, I was shouting words at Harry. His hair looked to be a different color than normal and he had this really big camera on his tummy but it was still Harry to me, but where was Gemma?

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being such a stuck up brat Harry! I didn’t mean anything! I just want to come home!” I slurred at the man, he quickly whipped around though, the motion was one giant blur in my eyes and soon there were more and more bright flashes and shouts coming my way.

“Grace! How come you’re apologizing?” I heard one random shout.

“Because I'm a freaking idiot! I don't deserve them!” I cried, I lost Adam, Jessica, and Heather in the large crowd forming around me, cameras six inches away from my face snapping photos of the tears sliding down my cheeks.

“Grace! Over here!” I heard more shouts causing everything to echo in my ears. I saw the large white van pull up around ten feet away from me, except I don’t think that Emmett was driving. I hoped not.