Hi, I'm Your Daughter

"Fourteen years ago, you and someone else had a baby. I am that baby." Rose has always been a foster kid. Because of heart issues when she was born, she was never adopted. That is, until she finds her birth parents. She just never expected them to be Louis Tomlinson and Eleanor Calder.


11. Cynthia

A/N: Oh gosh... I just read all of your comments for when I was gone... And I feel terrible. I feel really bad. I feel like I murdered a person and then hid the person away in my backyard for five months and then came back and realized what I had done. I'm really really sorry and I really hope you can forgive me. I feel really terrible. Like really terrible... 

So for that, I'mma gonna give you as many chapters I can this week. So here we go. Second chapter of the day.



Louis walked into Rose's room to find her head and arms sprawled across Alex's lap and Alex asleep in her arm chair. His eyebrows furrowed together as he felt anger rise in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to march in there and rip Rose away from Alex, but he was afraid that she would hate him forever just as they had already made a bond. So instead he backed out of the room and closed the door, going down the stairs to find Harry. 

"HAROLD EDWARD STYLES!!" Louis yelled. Harry walked out of the basement, his green eyes wide from Louis' tone of voice. 


"Your son is in my daughter's room and they're sleeping! IN THE SAME ROOM. VERY CLOSE TOGETHER." 

"There's nothing wrong with that. It's not like anything happened. Alex was probably just watching over her. He does stuff like that," said Harry, acting like it wasn't a big deal.

"She's fourteen, Harry. Tell him to not sleep in her room!" 

"Eh, don't worry Louis. If he's anything like me, he'll be dating a thirty-two year old pretty soon," said Harry. When he saw Louis' face, he added, "Kidding." 

"Get him out of her room."

"Wait, what?"

"I can't do it, because then Rose might get mad at me. And I can't...risk that right now."

"So you want my son to get potentially mad at me?" asked Harry, getting a little ticked. 

"Please, Harry? I can't..." Louis said looking at the ground. Harry sighed and then started to walk up the stairs.

"I'm doing this because you're my best friend, okay?" 

"You're the best!" Louis said happily. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I better be," Harry muttered. 


I woke up to someone pulling me to a sitting up position. 

"Uhmmm hungry," I mumbled as I rubbed my eyes. 

"Are you?" I heard a voice that was similar to Alex's. I opened my eyes and stared into familiar green eyes.

"Oh! Hi Harry," I said, a little surprised. He smiled gently at me as he started to wake up his son. 

"Hey Rose," he said to me and then went really close up to Alex's ear, "ALEX WAKE UP!!" So...that's where Alex gets his brilliant waking up other people skills. Alex jolted awake and he looked really confused as he took in his surroundings.

"This isn't my room," he said slowly. And then the events of last night seemed to catch up to him as he looked at me, an eyebrow raised, before turning his attention back on his dad.

"We didn't do anything last night," he immediately said. Harry put his hands to his ears.

"I don't care! I just don't want to hear about it!" he said.

"No seriously! Dad! No wait, dad!" Alex said chasing his dad out of my room, trying to take his hands off of his ears. I sighed. Great. I walked out of my room and heard Alex still trying to explain.

"She's technically sick right? So I was just watching her to make sure nothing bad happened, you know? I was in the armchair the whole time. And then she woke up and thought I was an intruder and she fell asleep next to the armchair. Ugh! You believe me don't you?" asked Alex. Harry started to laugh as he brought his son in for a hug.

"Don't worry, Alex. Even if SOME people think you're exactly like me, I know you're more like your mother. I know nothing happened," he reassured his son. 

"My dad thinks something happened, doesn't he?" I asked, leaning against the stair railing. Harry looked over at me and shrugged.

"I didn't say that."

"But you didn't not say that," I pointed out. Harry started to go down the stairs.

"I didn't say anything!" 

"What is with all the shouting?" asked Eleanor, coming out of her room, her hand on her head. 

"Alex fell asleep in my room and Louis thinks that we did something which is stupid because, as been mentioned a bajillion times before, I'm fourteen," I explained. 

"Oh so it's back to Louis now?" she asked. Charlie came out of his room, looked at us, and then backed up back into his room. 

"No, I meant, I meant Dad. Why are you analyzing me, anyway? Stop!" I said, going back into my room. I heard Eleanor sigh loudly before heading back downstairs. 


"What did she say?" asked Louis eagerly when Harry entered the kitchen. Harry looked at him.

"She said nothing happened. And then she called you Louis and Eleanor pointed it out and now she's questioning her life existence, never mind that last part that last part is probably wrong," said Harry. 

"She called me Louis?" asked Louis, a little hurt. 

"Bye Charlie! I love you!" Louis heard Eleanor call out the door. He walked over to her as she closed the door. Eleanor turned around and then jumped, scared.

"Jesus, Lou, you scared at me!"

"Where's Charlie going?" asked Louis. Eleanor narrowed her eyes. 

"You're being weird..." she said as she slipped past him. 

"I'm just trying to be involved in your life..."

"Well stop," she snapped. Then she sighed and turned around, "He's going on a business trip to America for a month." 

"A month?"

"Yes. A month."

"That's a long time..."

"Noted. Are you still upset?" she asked. 

"No, of course not. Why would I be? I need to get to work. Can you call Rose in sick? She still has poison ivy rashes..." 

"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Eleanor, her face softening. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." 

"Okay..." And with that, Louis left the house. 

"I already called them both in sick," said Harry, exiting the kitchen, holding a phone. 


"Someone has to watch her, yeah?" asked Harry, cocking his head and smiling. His little innocent yet mischievous expression is what made Eleanor friends with him in the first place, so many years ago. 

"Yeah, you're right," Eleanor said, smiling. 


The doorbell rang and I yelled that I would get it as I ran down the stairs. I opened it up and standing in front of me was a girl with long blonde hair and big brown eyes. She was really pretty. 


"Oh! You must be Rose! Hi! I'm Cynthia!" she said, pulling me in for a hug. 

"Oh..um..hi!" She's Cynthia? No wonder he fell in love with her. She's gorgeous. 

"I'm friends with Alex," she explained as she stepped inside. 

"No, yeah, I know," I said, trying to make myself taller. She had such long legs. Following after her were a couple of guys. One with shaggy black hair and piercing grey eyes and another with brown hair and brown eyes. 

"Oh hey, you're cute," said the one with grey eyes as he took his hand and squished my cheeks so my mouth made an 'o' shape. 

"Brenton, stop," I heard Alex say from the top of the stairs. He let go of my face and smirked at me before looking up at Alex.

"We skipped school for you," he said. Alex rolled his eyes.

"Of course you guys did."

"School's no fun without you anyway," said Cynthia, smiling up at him. Alex laughed and then he looked over at me.

"Oh hey, guys, this is Rose Tomlinson."

"Oh! Louis' recently found daughter?" asked the boy with brown eyes, "I'm Aaron." The one with black hair put his hand on his chest.


"And this is Cynthia," said Alex, putting an arm loosely around her shoulders.

"We met," she said. 

"Let's gooooo," said Brenton leading the way to the basement. I stayed behind. 

"Hey, you wanna hang out with us?" asked Alex, looking back at me. I felt really shy but then I nodded, smiling a little bit. 


Cynthia was looking through my dad's old albums while the guys were playing pool. 

"Oh hey! Alex! Remember this one?" she asked, holding the Midnight Memories album teasingly. 



"What? What? I don't get it," sighed Aaron. 

"We just used to jam out to this one," said Cynthia. She put it in the stereo system, and One Direction's younger voices started to play. Then they all started to singing along and dancing everywhere. 

"Oh my God..." I laughed looking at all of them. Cynthia started jumping on the couch, holding the remote as a make believe microphone. They made faces at each other as they sang along to the lyrics. Alex joined Cynthia on the couch and the sang to each other, going insane. They jumped off of the couch and all four of them looked at each other. I've seen that face on Harry's and my dad's before. 

"Yo! Rose, c'mere!" called Brenton. I stood up and ran over to them. Alex smiled at me. 

"Ready, set..."

"Wait, what are we doing?" I asked. 

"GO!" We all ran towards the couch and jumped onto it, forcing it to fall backwards. We all fell with it and started laughing. 

"I didn't know you guys were closeted Directioners," I said.

"Closeted?" asked Brenton, laughing a little. 

"Dude, they're our dads. Why wouldn't I be a Directioner?" asked Alex, his eyebrows raised. 

"And we're his friends, so of course we'd be too," said Cynthia, her head popping up from behind Alex. I laughed as they all got up and started to dance again. Alex twirled Cynthia around and around until she got so dizzy she fell to the ground, laughing her head off. If I wasn't a part of this, I would've sworn they were all drunk. Brenton grabbed my hand and started to twirl me around. Aaron was making a pillow fort, but then Alex grabbed me and dropped me on it causing a elongated "Heeeyy" from Aaron. 

Seventeen year olds were weird, man. 

I couldn't stop laughing. And it was nice to see Alex laughing and his face all softened like that. Then Little White Lies started playing and they all stopped to look at each other. Then they started singing loudly to the ceiling. 

"You say it's getting late, it's getting late. You don't know if you can stay, if you can stay. But you don't tell the truth, no, you like playing games," sang Brenton as he started to dance with me. 

"If this room was burning, I wouldn't even notice! 'Cause you've been taking up my mind, with your little white lies! You say you're a good girl, but I know you would girl, 'cause you've been telling me all night with your little white lies with your little white lies!" they all sang together. I didn't know Alex could sing so well. He sounded so much like his dad. 

And Cynthia sounded so well too. They would harmonize as if they did this all the time, and they sounded beautiful together. It was like she was made for him and he was made for her, the way they acted around each other. I felt something growing inside of me as I watched them dance together and laugh together. 

"Um, I feel a bit tired... I'm going to go upstairs and rest for a little while," I said, suddenly. They were out of breath and smiled at me. 

"Hey, it was nice meeting you," they said. I nodded.

"Yeah, same." 

"Are you okay?" asked Alex, concern etched into his face. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, smiling. 

"She's just tired," said Cynthia, then she smiled at me. I smiled back and as I turned around the smile wiped off of my face.


I had been laying in the fetal position for who knows how many hours. They were still downstairs blasting One Direction's old albums. I felt like...well I felt horrible. I didn't know why. It wasn't like I was sick. I just had poison ivy rashes. Which were almost gone anyway. So why did my chest hurt and my stomach hurt? I also had a pounding headache. I couldn't get Alex and Cynthia's laughing faces out of my head. 

I heard the doorbell ring, and the music was too loud for them to hear, so I ran down the stairs and opened the door. Standing out there was Eli Malik. 

"Eli?" I asked. He looked up and smiled. 

"Hey Rose," he said with that seductive voice of his. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked. 

"Well, you weren't in school today, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay..." he said. 

"Oh, thank you," I said. There was an awkward silence.

"Hey, you wanna go somewhere with me?" he asked, jabbing his thumb over his shoulder. I looked behind myself and listened to Alex and Cynthia laughing. He hated Eli so much... I turned back around, a smile on my face as I reached over to grab my jacket.

"Let's get out of here." 


A/N: That girl, I swear. She has no idea what she wants. But she so jealous of Cynthia it's so cute. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! :) 

Don't forget to vote for which one you want as Alex's mother: Julie or Hailey! 


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