Harry grabs my backpack and I grab my guitar and we leave the orphanage. This doesn't feel real. Just this morning I was cooking a meal for 20 hungry kids, and now I'm the adopted daughter of Harry Styles. Harry opens the trunk of his red car and places my backpack in it. "Do you want to put your guitar in here, love?" He asks.

"I think I'll just hold it, actually. I don't want it to get damaged. Thanks though," I respond. He nods his head, agreeing with me.

We walk over to the passenger side of the car and Harry opens the door for me. I hop in and put my seatbelt on. He notices that the headrest was a little too high for me, so he lowersit. "Thanks, Harry," I say.

"No problem, Shortie," he responds with a wink.

I laugh. "Hey, I'm almost 5 foot 6!" I yell, defending myself. "And it's not my fault I'm a normal height. You're passengers must just be really tall," I say.

"Whatever you say, love," Harry says with a chuckle and walks to the other side of the car and gets in.

"So, Miss Ellie. Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself," Harry asks me with a funny accent.

"Well, what do you want to know, Mr. Styles," I ask in the same accent.

"Hmm, what else do you like to do for fun, besides guitar?" He questions.

"I like to draw and sing a little bit too. I also used to play piano, but I haven't in like seven years since I was put in the orphanage," I say.

"I'm sorry about the piano, but the good news is we have one at home, and I can help you out, if you need any help that is," Harry says. I nod my head and smile as Harry keeps his eyes on the road. "So you like to sing?"

"Just a little. I'm not very good or anything. I guess I only do it when I'm bored and stuff," I say.

"Well, you're going to have to sing for me one day. I bet you have a beautiful voice," he says with a smile.

"I'll think about that, Harry. I've never really sung in front of people before," I say.

The rest of the two hour car ride was spent talking about random things. He told me about his friends that I would be seeing a lot; his band mates and the members of 5 Seconds of Summer. I start to feel a lot better around Harry and am excited to spend my life with him. I feel like he will be a great father.

We finally arrive at his house and I get out of the car with my guitar. Harry grabs my backpack and we walk up to the front door.

"You have a really nice house, Harry," I tell him. The house was made of white stone and dark wood. It wasn't huge, but definitely wasn't small.

"Our house, you mean," Harry corrects me. "And thank you. I'm glad you like it, love."

She walk in and make our way to the living room and kitchen area. Harry places my bag on the sofa and we both sit down. "So, I figured we'd go over some of the rules and other stuff like that. Alright?" He asks and then adds, "Don't worry, there aren't many."

I nod my head and turn to look at him.

"Ok, first, I'm going to enroll you in the high school down the street. My friends live around here and they have kids as well, so they can walk you there and show you around. I'm planning for you to start on Monday, is that good?" Harry says. Truthfully, I forgot I had to go to school. I just did online school back at the orphanage.

"Um... yeah. That's fine," I say quietly. When my mother was alive, I didn't have a good experience with school. Most people didn't like me for some reason.

"Hey, it's going to be okay, love. What's bothering you?" Harry asks, concern in his voice.

"I just haven't been to an actual school since I was like eight years old. And even when I did, I had no friends, and everyone hated me," I say, tears forming in my eyes.

"El, I swear you're going to meet so many new people. High school may seem daunting at first, but you'll love it.    If there is any problem at school, you come right to me, got it?" Harry says. I could tell he was sincere, so I nodded my head. He pulls me in for a hug and asks, "You good, El?"

"Yeah. Thanks. I think I'll be fine. Just a little nervous," I say, straightening myself out. Harry gives me a soft smile and rubs my back.

A few minutes later Harry stands up and grabs my hand. "How about we go take a look at your room, yeah? I'll tell you the rules after that," Harry says with a grin.

I smile and stand up. "Ok!" I say and follow him up the stairs. The stairs led to a hallway with two doors on each side.

"This is the bathroom," Harry informs, pointing to the first door on the left. "But don't worry, you have a bathroom in your room too," he adds. Then he points to the second room on the left and tells me it's a guest room.

"Right here is my room," he says, showing me by pointing to the first door on the right. "You come in there anytime you need me, got it?" He says, seriously.

"Yup!" I say popping the 'p.' He laughs and moves to the second room on the right.

"And finally, the moment we've all been waiting for, Ellie's room!" Harry say excitedly while opening my door.

The room was gorgeous. The walls were white and there were fairy lights hanging from the ceiling. I had a huge walk in closet, a large desk, an area with colorful beanbags, and my own bathroom. There was also a balcony that connected my room with Harry's.

"Harry! This is too much. I don't need all this," I tell Harry feeling bad that he would spend so much time and effort of this room to make it perfect for a teenage girl like me.

"Hey, hey, calm down," Harry says, obviously noticing my flustered state. "It's okay. I really enjoyed making this room perfect for you. I want you to just enjoy it. Don't feel bad, okay?" Harry says. I nod my head and sit down on the bed as Harry joins me.

I yawn and I hear Harry chuckle. "You tired already?" He's asks. I nod my head and fall back onto the pillow. "I don't blame you, you've had a long day," Harry says and covers me with a blanket. "You get a good night sleep. I'll be in my room if you need anything, love," he said and kisses me goodnight.

I hear Harry leave and within minutes I    am fast asleep.