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.

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1. Rose

CHAPTER 1

I pulled on my boots as I turned to my best friend of the month, Katie. 

"Once the social worker is out of the room, I'm going to take a peek at the file," I said. Katie pursed her lips.

"But why? Your parents gave you up. Why would you want to run back to them?" My boot covered foot fell to the ground as I looked over at her. 

"I'm fourteen. No one is going to adopt me and I can't just wait here and stay in this system. I don't want another 'dad' hitting on me. Another 'mom' throwing me against a wall. I need to find me. Once they see..."

"What? They won't turn you away? Rose, I found my mother. And she still didn't want me."

"But that's different," I insisted. She crossed her arms across her chest.

"How?" I sighed, frustrated, and stood up.

"I don't know. It just is. I know, I just do, that once they see me, they'll realize that they made this huge mistake and want me again." 

"Just like that?" asked Katie. 

"Just like that," I confirmed. 

"Rose, your social worker is here," droned Mrs. Ketterly. I stood up. 

"See ya, Katie," I said, winking behind me as I followed her out. 

Which led me to here, looking at my file. 

Once Fern left the office to go to the rest room, I jumped up and searched through her files. It wasn't that hard since my file had the words ROSE printed across it. Thumbing through the papers, there was only one file about who my parents were. Printed on the top was an address, but no name. I took out my phone and quickly snapped a picture before Fern came back in. I sat down back in my seat and listened to her talk about new foster parents for me. 

Yeah. Right. 

Finally, she let me go. 

"Do you need a ride back?" she asked.

"I have some money for a cab so..." I said slowly. She nodded her head. 

"All right, well, you can go." 

"Thanks," I said getting up and leaving the office. I waved down a cab and hopped inside. Instead of telling him the address of the foster home, I told him the address on my parents' file. The cab stopped in front of this big mansion. 

"Are you sure this is the place?" asked the cab driver, turning around and taking in my appearance. I looked run down in my over-sized sweater and my ripped jeans. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and nodded convincingly. He told me the sum and I gave it to him before leaving the taxi. It was all the rest of my money. I took a deep breath as I started forward up the long driveway. Finally, I got to the door. But I stood there, without doing anything.

"C'mon Rose," I pushed myself. Finally I got the courage to knock on the door. The sound echoed throughout the house. Footsteps came towards the door and then it opened. The man behind the door was someone I had seen before. 

"Yes?" he asked.

"Hi, um my name is Rose and--"

"Are you selling something? I guess I'll buy it," he turned over his shoulder, "Hey guys! This girl is selling something!"

"Is it cookies? I hope it's cookies!" shouted a voice as he bounded towards the door. He had curly brown hair and green eyes. I had seen him before, but I couldn't place where. 

"No, no it's not cookies. I'm not selling anything," I said. The blue eyes staring at me narrowed.

"What do you want?"

"Hi, I'm your daughter."

 

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"You have a DAUGHTER?" shouted Harry for the bajillionth time. 

"I have a daughter?" Louis whispered to himself for the bajillionth time. I sighed. 

"Fourteen years ago, you and someone else had a baby. I am that baby."

"HOW?" asked Louis. I scrunched my eyebrows together.

"I don't really want to get into the specifics but I think sex." Louis' head fell into his hands.

"She doesn't really look like you," Harry said, scrunitizing me. Then he started to laugh, "Actually she really reminds me of Eleanor." Louis' head lifted up and stared at him. Harry's smile faded.

"Oh no. Please don't tell me that you--Really? With Eleanor?" 

"Is Eleanor my mom? Are you guys married? Will you adopt me again and take me in?" I asked question after question.

"Slow down there kid. We aren't married. She started acting really weird so we broke up. A while ago. Like 15 years ago."

"I wonder why she was acting so weird. Apparently she was PREGNANT," said Harry.

"Shut up." 

"So you won't take me in?"

"Don't you like your parents anyway? Why are you trying to get rid of them? This some rebellious teenager thing?" asked Louis. I stared at him.

"I never got adopted," I said slowly. He was quiet.

"Oh."

"Can you tell me where this Eleanor lives then?" I asked.

"I haven't spoken to her in years..." said Louis, running his fingers through his hair. He still seemed like he was in shock over having a kid. 

"Um, I'll try calling her," he said taking out his phone and running through his contacts. He dialed the number and let it ring.

"Hello? Eleanor speaking," said a girly voice over the phone. Louis sighed and leaned his head on his head as he supported it with his elbow.

"Hey Eleanor... It's Louis. You know, Louis Tomlinson?" 

There was silence on the other end. And then a click. Louis scrunched his eyebrows together as he looked at the phone.

"She hung up on me. I can't believe she just hung up on me!" 

 

 

 

 

 

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