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.


6. Private School?

A/N: SORRY GUYS I TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE! I'll give you two chapters today. It's only fair. I was just feeling lazy... I'm sorry... Now for the shoutouts: Jennifer2000, hIpstergIrl (Liam did get busy! They're breeding like rabbits!), Madme awkward, keke352, Taylor_lynn, _HARRY'S_LOVER (YOU READ MY MIND I CAN'T TELL YOU ANYMORE THAN THAT BUT HARRY IS GOING TO HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH SOMETHING BUT I CANNOT TELL YOU ANYTHING ELSE OKAY BYE), TheGeorgianBox (I'M SORRY T-T), zayn_wIfy93, SparkleLittleStar (you check everyday? NOOO DON'T DO THAT. Check like every week. Then I won't disappoint too much.), aaaand nialls_princess244 (Can I just love you? AND IF NO ONE HAS SEEN THIS GIRL'S COMMENT THEN SCROLL DOWN TILL YOU READ IT BECAUSE EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THAT. OKAY. BYE.). 

Oh, and I have changed Rose's eye color to hazel, like her mother's. If you read the previous chapters you will see that they have changed. Just thought I should let you know. I love you all and thank you so much for the lovely comments. 



I dropped my overnight bag on the floor as I looked at the practically empty room in the cottage, save a dresser and a bed.

"I know it isn't much. But we didn't have much time to prepare..." said Eleanor, scaring me from behind me. I turned around and crossed my arms.

"Not much time to prepare? You've had a week and a whole weekend," I snapped. Louis came up the stairs and stopped as he saw Eleanor and I head to head. 

"Okaaay," he said, clapping his hands together. He walked over and hugged me tightly. It was Sunday night, and unfortunately, I was now at Eleanor's house. 

"I'm going to miss you, sweetheart," he said, ruffling my hair. My face squeezed together as he did, but smiled at him when he lifted his hand. 

"Don't kill each other before the weekend," he ordered, pointing a finger at both Eleanor and I before heading back down the stairs. I returned to glaring at her. 

"You know, Louis had my room painted and everything. And I had a walk in closet. Granted, he didn't know what my style was and it was pink everywhere, but at least he tried. What did you do?" I asked, raising my eyebrows as I walked past her out of my bedroom, if you could even call it that. It was more like a prison cell. I heard her sigh loudly as she followed me down the stairs.

"Rose, I was unpacking the whole house. That and my job... I didn't have time to decorate your room," she gave excuses. I clenched my fists together. Why did I have to stay at her house for five days and only Louis' for two days? Louis pointed at me and raised an eyebrow, as if saying 'remember what I told you'. I rolled my eyes and then smiled a little at him. Then I sarcastically crossed my heart.

"I won't. Scout's honor," I said. 

"Good," he said. He clapped Charlie on the back and gave him a cheeky smile, "Don't get too close to my baby girl. See ya!" Then he left. And I was left with the mother who wanted me dead fourteen years ago. I turned around and faced Charlie and Eleanor. 

"Well, uh..." Eleanor stammered. 

"Good night," I said, starting towards the stairs.

"Wait," said Eleanor, grabbing the crook of my elbow, "We'll have fun won't we?" I looked at her hand, and then back up into her eyes, disbelieving.

"Who has fun with a corpse?" I asked. Then I headed back up towards my prison cell.


"Was she calling me a corpse? Or was she calling herself a corpse?" asked Eleanor as she cleaned up the kitchen. 

"Uh..." Charlie said, helping her, "Let's not think about that."

"She hates me," Eleanor sighed, her hands on the sink and her head hanging down. Charlie came around and wrapped his arms around her waist. 

"She doesn't hate you. She just needs to get used to the situation. You're her birth mother. Nothing is going to change that. And you guys have a bond stronger than anything," Charlie assured. Eleanor turned around. 

"She was talking about herself," she said suddenly. Charlie's face scrunched up in confusion. Eleanor sighed.

"I thought she was dead... When I left her at the hospital--I thought--I figured she would've died... She was saying the corpse was her," said Eleanor. Charlie, not knowing what to say to that, just wrapped Eleanor up in his arms and hugged her close. What could someone possibly say to that?


"Hell to the no," I said as Eleanor held up a uniform. 

"We do not use that language in this house. You're fourteen," she ordered. 

"Hell no," I said louder. Eleanor sighed loudly and dropped the uniform on my bed.

"Your father's driver is going to be taking you there in thirty minutes. I suggest you get dressed," said Eleanor as she was leaving my room. 

"NO!" I yelled after her. She paused.

"Rose, you really don't have a choice," she said, turning around and facing me. Then she left. I groaned loudly and then looked at the uniform on my bed. Ten minutes later, I was dressed. I tied my long brown hair into a ponytail and walked down the stairs. 

"Private school?" I asked again as I grabbed a piece of bread and put it in the toaster. 

"Contrary to what you think, I wasn't the one who suggested it. It was Louis," she said as she poured herself a cup of coffee. 

"Louis," I grumbled. 

"All of their kids go to that school. And since you met them this past weekend, you will know some people," she said, sipping from her steaming mug. I pulled at the stupid blazer. I would never wear something so formal. And the skirt. I scowled as I looked at the pleated plaid skirt. Something someone rich would wear, I thought as I felt the fabric. 

Then again, I guess my family was rich now. Eleanor being a model and Louis being...well...Louis. 

The toaster dinged, indicating my toast was ready. I picked it up and ran over to a plate.

"Hot, hot, hot," I jumped as I dropped it. Eleanor just stared at me.

"What?" I asked as I put some butter on it and then took a big bite out of the toast. She shook her head and looked away.

"Nothing." I made a face and then heard honking from outside.

"Must be Louis' driver," I said as I grabbed my book bag and ran out the door.

"BE SAFE!" Eleanor yelled after me. I opened up the door of the sleek black car and slipped it. Almost sliding into a boy that I had never seen before. I jumped as I ran into him. He just stared at me with his green eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked. 

"I could ask you the same thing," he said, his eyebrows raised.

"Why are you in my dad's car?" I asked, ignoring what he said. He stared at me, his eyes widening slightly, and then he shrugged while he looked out the window. Okaaay... 

"Are you going to answer the question?" I asked. He glanced at me and then shrugged again, apathetically. His hair was cut sort of short. But you could see the waves in his dark brown hair. He was wearing a blazer like mine but with dress pants and dress shoes. I saw his green eyes glance at my converse shoes. I dragged my feet closer to myself as I looked out the window, kind of embarrassed. He was probably just a neighbor or something and went to the same preppy private school. 

Ten minutes of awkward silence later, we finally made it to the school. Before we even fully stopped, the boy got out of the car. Am I really that bad of company? I got out of the car and looked at the castle looking school. 

Jesus, God, somebody...help me.

"ROSE! ROOOOSE!" somebody with wild curly hair was jumping up and down waving their arm like a maniac. She ran up to me and then squeezed me around the middle. 


"ROSE! I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU'RE GOING TO BE GOING TO THE SAME SCHOOL AS ME!" she yelled in my ear. That's when I remembered who it was. It was Ginger, Liam's eldest daughter. I forced a smile.

"Yeah. I'm really excited."

"It's too bad that you're not twelve like me so we're not going to be in the same grade but that's okay," Ginger said as she grabbed my hand and led me toward the castle school. 

"Are you nervous?" she asked, her brown eyes meeting mine. I nodded my head slightly as I looked around us. Some girls were giving me the once over with their eyes, and by their expressions... they didn't like what they saw. 

Ginger looked at where I was looking and then jabbed me in the ribs with one of her bony elbows.


"Don't mind them, Rose. They're not very nice people," said Ginger, continuing to drag me into the school. 


I walked into my first period and took the seat in the way back. Eli walked in just as I sat down. I felt myself hold my breath as his blue eyes wandered over the classroom. Then his eyes settled on me. He stared at me for what felt like forever. Then he chose a seat a few seats away from me and didn't look at me again. But I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering over to him. 

"I'd stay away from him if I were you," someone whispered close to my ear. I jumped and turned around. A girl with a flirty smile and auburn hair raised her eyebrows at me. 

"What are you talking about?" I asked, as I tried to get some notebooks out of my book bag. She nodded her head over to Eli.

"Eli Malik? He's kind of the school bad boy...That and he's dating Stella, and no one messes with her. I'm Casey, by the way," she added.

"Rose," I said back. Her smile grew bigger.

"Ya new?" she asked. I nodded my head.

"I figured," she leaned back into her seat. I turned around and then turned back around to face her.

"What do you mean he's 'kind of the school bad boy'?" I asked. Casey raised her eyebrows at me and then leaned forward, over her desk. 

"He got caught smoking on school grounds," she whispered. I snorted.

"That's it?" I asked. Casey frowned. 

"He's not a good person to hang around. He thinks he's the shit. Probably because his dad is super famous. You know, Zayn Malik?" she asked. I nodded my head slowly and then glanced over at Eli. A girl was draped over him, with olive toned skin and long dark brown hair. He glanced over at me and she followed his gaze and glared at me. 

"Yeah, I've heard of him," I told her. She narrowed her eyes at me as I looked over at Eli again. 

"Do you guys know each other or something?" she asked. Before I could respond, the teacher came through the door.

"All right, class. Let's turn your textbooks to page 234 and start the second act of Romeo and Juliet," he said flipping through his own textbook. Then he looked at a piece of paper on his desk and he looked up.

"Oh. And class, let us welcome our new student, Rose Tomlinson," he said. I wanted to disappear at that moment as the majority of my class turned around and looked at me. My birth certificate did not say Rose Tomlinson. They just gave me the nurse's last name, the nurse who found me: Miller. 

"Louis," I muttered angrily under my breath. 

"I guess you two do know each other," Casey whispered in my ear. I could hear the twinge of betrayal in her voice. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Making friends here was going to be more difficult than I could possibly imagine. 

The bell rang as I gathered up my stuff. I saw designer shoes standing in front of my eyes and I looked up. It was the girl who was draped over Eli before the class had started. Stella

"Tomlinson? I didn't know Louis had a daughter," she sneered. I shrugged as I stood up and put my book bag over one shoulder.

"Well, here I am." She stared at me for a long time with those cold dark eyes.

"You must be an illegitimate then," she sniffed and then walked away from me. I laughed.

"Excuse me, what?" I asked. She turned around, a slight smile on her face.

"An illegitimate. Meaning that your parents didn't get married. I bet Louis didn't even know about you till recently," she said, acting like she knew about my whole life. I stared at her for a long while, biting my tongue.

"I know what illegitimate means," I finally said. She looked surprised by my answer, but eased into a smug smile. 

"I'll see you later...Road...was it?"

"Rose..." Why the hell would she think my name was Road? That isn't even a name. 

"Right." And then she left. I ran my fingers through my side bangs that hung around my face and sighed loudly. 

Stella was going to be annoying. 

As I walked out of the classroom, I almost ran into Eli. 

"Oh! Eli! I'm sorry," I said as I backed away from him. He smiled a little.

"No, it's fine. I saw Stella talking to you..." he said, getting right to the point. I rolled my eyes and started walking to my next class, Eli in step with me.

"She doesn't like me too much. Is it just because of my last name?" I asked, looking up at him. He shrugged. 

"I don't know what she thinks half the time."

"Aren't you dating her?" I asked.

"Kind of," was all he said. And then he left. Getting him to actually talk to me was going to be difficult. Actually, this whole situation was proving difficult. Then I saw the same boy that was in the car with me this morning. We locked eyes and he looked surprised at seeing me, and then he walked away. 

And who was he? The curiosity was slowly killing me. 


A/N: Now, about the GQ covers. They weren't very professional, I agree. And they should not have asked such personal questions. But, as a fandom, we should not cuss at them. We should not say such harsh words. That does not make us the bigger person. It also makes them look like the victim. If you say anything, just express how you feel without such harsh words. Be polite. That would catch their attention more. That is all I have to say on the matter. 

Thank you for reading. More will be on the way. Like around midnight-ish. 

Love you all so so SO much!


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