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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9. Stupid Demon Spawn

A/N: HEEEYYY GUYSSSS! I don't really have much to say. Just check the end A/N for the important information. NOW MY FAV COMMENTS BY THESE PEOPLE: Paintbrush, Pikkinikki7 (Great idea! I might just use that!), Destinee<3Love, Cynthia Horan (I put you in this chapter as his best friend.), zayn'sgurl, Hailey Laken Payne, HarrysDeepDimples, lyly1234, Jazzybear (TWICE YOU READ IT TWICE WHYYY), Sereen<3Zayn123, Kemi Horan, Sameerah_Styles, Annabeth Potter, EmmyRooLervsHarreh, KenzieeLeighhh (haha #TeamAlex), Mounla, Hipster_Babe (;, <3OneDirection<3 (CHECK OUT THIS GIRL'S FIRST MOVELLA IT'S HER FIRST AND WE SHOULD SUPPORT HER), iffy_styles, Katie Doster, jazzy luvs 1D (SIX TIMES??? JESUS CHRIST THAT'S A LOT), Marcel_babe023, Mrs.Tova Horan, 1Dlover9452 (I love Alex's sass haha), aaand Alex_1D (I just love that your username is Alex. Are you Alex Styles? Haha). 

 

CHAPTER 9

Alex walked towards his locker, shaking his head while grabbing a few books. His best friend, Cynthia, walked up behind him and tousled his hair. 

"What's up, buttercup?" she asked, opening the locker beside his, a smile on her face. She flipped her blonde hair over a shoulder and raised an eyebrow at Alex.

"Well, Louis' kid moved in," Alex said. Cynthia's eyebrows raised as her mouth formed an 'O'. 

"Really?" she asked, "I thought you were convinced you were never going to meet her."

"I was."

"What's she like?" asked Cynthia, in step with Alex as they both walked to first period. 

"Annoying?" asked Alex, raising his eyebrows quickly and his lips tightened into a line. Cynthia laughed at his expression. 

"Annoying? Well, you think everyone's annoying," Cynthia said, playfully pushing him away from her. He rolled his eyes. 

"Whatever," his eyes scanned the crowd, and then he spotted her. It was hard not to with those converse shoes. Her hair was down, wavy and dark. She turned around and then glared at him, almost as if she knew that he was watching her, and then walked away quickly towards her class. She almost bumped into Eli, who smiled and Alex saw her blush furiously.

"Is that her?" asked Cynthia, bringing Alex back to reality. Alex looked away and turned down a corridor, Cynthia next to him.

"Uh, yeah. How'd you know?"

"With that death glare she shot at you, how wouldn't I know?" laughed Cynthia. They walked into the chaos filled classroom and sat down at their respective places. Cynthia kept talking as she took her books out of her book bag. 

"What did you do to her anyway, Alex?"

"Nothing!" Alex persisted as he laid his head down on his desk, his face facing Cynthia. She gave him a disbelieving look. Alex sighed and lifted his head.

"I just told her that I wasn't really interested in welcoming her and she took it the wrong way," Alex said shrugging. Then he looked down and whispered very quickly, "AndItriedtosmotherherwithherpillowthismorning." Cynthia's jaw dropped.

"ALEX!" she scolded. He shrugged.

"Whaaat?" 

"You can't just smother people and expect them to like you," Cynthia sighed.

"That's the opposite of what I want, Cyn. I just want her to leave." Cynthia's nose scrunched up distastefully.

"That's not very nice."

"What's not very nice is her walking in while I'm taking a shower," Alex hissed. Cynthia's eyes widened and she tried very hard not to burst out laughing again. But she failed.

"She...haha! Oh my God! How old is she?" 

"Fourteen," Alex muttered. Cynthia laughed harder. 

"She's fourteen??" then her eyes became really wide as she turned to look at Alex and say very seriously, "Is that even legal??" Alex pushed Cynthia. 

"Shut up. Do you want the whole school to hear you?" asked Alex. Her lips spread into a smile as her eyes widened at the idea. 

"Noooo, Cynthia. Don't," Alex warned, putting his hand over her mouth. Cynthia licked his hand and he pulled back quickly.

"I won't tell. Besides, who will care? No one likes you anyway."

"Ouch," Alex said, putting a hand over his heart. Cynthia just beamed at him as the teacher walked in. Alex's mind wandered back to Rose and that Malik kid. He wondered what Eli was planning on doing to her. And he would never admit to anyone, not even to Cynthia, but he was worried.

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Casey sauntered over to my seat and then took her seat behind me. 

"I saw Alex Styles staring at you in the hallway. Couldn't miss that drama with your eyes," she said. I rolled my eyes and turned to face her.

"You mean when I tried to stab him thirty times with my eyes?" I asked. She nodded her head.

 "I guess you would know the seventeen year old GOD because of your...dad, right?" she asked. I nodded my head.

"He's NOT a god. Far from it, actually. And I'm currently living with him. But I just met him last night," I said. My mind wandered back to last night when I really got to...meet him. I felt my face turn red. Casey looked amused with my color change.

"Must've been a memorable experience," mused Casey. 

"Trust me," I grumbled, "I don't remember it fondly."

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I grabbed a tray and stacked all of these delicious foods onto it. As I walked out of the lunch line, Stella ran full on into me, making my food spill all over my uniform. I let the tray drop as I looked at my now ruined uniform. Great, just great. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there," Stella said innocently as her friends snickered behind her. I held back the tears that were threatening to fall down my placid cheeks. 

"I-It's fine," I muttered meekly as I walked quickly out of the cafeteria, the people who had seen what had happened roared with laughter behind me. I walked into the empty lady's restroom and dabbed at my uniform with paper towels as tears spilled down my face. I heard the restroom door opening and I quickly wiped my cheeks and slipped into a stall. Dress shoes stopped at my stall.

"Rose..." a voice said quietly. I held my breath. 

"Don't make me come in there," the voice threatened. 

"Go away, Alex," I muttered, "This is the girl's room."

"I'm not leaving until you come out," he said stubbornly. I thought for a minute...and then sighed loudly before opening the door. He was standing there, holding out his blazer towards me. I stared at it. He raised his eyebrows.

"Are you going to put it on?" he asked. I looked up at him, my eyes wide.

"You would do that? For me?" I asked, flattered. He scoffed but before he could say anything Eli walked into the bathroom.

"Rose, are you all right? I'm sorry about Stella. She's just--" he stopped as he saw Alex standing there. They stared each other down as I shifted uncomfortably.

"Alex."

"Eli."

"Rose!" I desperately tried to ease the tension. They both looked at me strangely, "And...uhh...it's okay Eli. About Stella. She probably just..."

"No, it's unforgivable. But, as an apology, Stella decided to lend you her spare uniform," said Eli, holding out a folded and ironed uniform. 

"Oh." Alex withdrew his blazer from me and put it back on around his shoulders. 

"I'll see you at home," he said before he left. Eli watched him leave, and once he left, he seemed to relax. 

"You're living with him?" he asked.

"Well, he lives with Harry, and Eleanor's house burned down so I'm currently living with Louis," I explained as I took the uniform from Eli, my hands brushing over his. I ducked my head so he couldn't see me blushing as I went back into the stall, to change. I peeled off my dirty and dripping uniform and put on the clean dry one. As I did, I couldn't help my curiosity.

"So, what's with you and Alex?" I asked nonchalantly. 

"What do you mean?" asked Eli, as I opened up the stall. 

"I mean, you guys seem a little...tense around each other," I said as I recalled them bumping into each other.

"We're just...disagree about a lot of things." 

"He's older isn't he?" I asked. Eli narrowed his eyes.

"Only by a couple of years," he said, almost hissed through his teeth. Okaaay. 

"So, you're fifteen then?" I asked. He stared at me and then laughed a little.

"Yeah, I'm fifteen. How old are you?" 

"Fourteen," I muttered, "Almost fifteen though." Eli stared at me, a small smile on his lips. 

"I should...go," he said jabbing a thumb over his shoulder towards the door. I looked down and then towards the mirror.

"Yeah, okay. See you later," I said. He turned around to go, but then he paused.

"Hey," he said turning back around, "Do you want to hang out sometime?" I stared at him from the mirror. Slowly, I turned around as I felt my heart race.

"Uh, yeah sure," I said nonchalantly. He smiled and then left without saying anything else. But what I really wanted to ask him was, "LIKE A DATE??!!!" 

Was it a date? Did he ask me on a date? But he was dating Stella... Why is life so confusing. Why.

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In the middle of fifth period, I started to itch all over. Absentmindedly, I was scratching my arms as I learned about history I wasn't really interested in. Then, instead of scratching at skin, it felt a bit wet. My eyes gazed over at the area where I was scratching, and blood was bubbling up onto my skin. I looked all over my other arm and there was rashes. There was rashes everywhere. Quickly my hand shot up. 

"Yes, Miss Tomlinson?" the teacher droned, apathetically. 

"I...need to go to the nurse," I said a bit frantically as I reached toward my mid back and started to desperately scratch. The teacher just waved his arm and I quickly left the classroom, grabbing my book bag on the way out. I practically ran down the empty hallways towards the nurse's office. It was uncomfortable, and I was itchy everywhere. I entered the nurse's office, and her eyes widened as she looked at me. I scratched at my face absentmindedly. 

"Oh gosh," she said, surprised, "Sit, sit." I sat down on one of the papered plastic beds. She took my arm and looked at it, gingerly. 

"Sweetie, these are poison ivy rashes... How did you come into contact with it?" I felt myself starting to tear up again. This was the absolute worst day ever.

"I don't know," I said, my voice quivering. The nurse smiled at me sympathetically. 

"Stella? Can you get me Rose Tomlinson's contact numbers?" she asked over her shoulder. Stella popped into the room from behind the desk and smiled. 

"Sure thing, Mrs--Oh! Rose! What happened?" she asked as she feigned surprise and grabbed my file. She walked over quickly and handed it to the nurse as she sat down next to me. 

"I don't know," I practically hissed at her, knowing it was all her fault. 

"Rose, can you please take off your blazer so I can examine further? It looks like it's more than on your arms and face," the nurse said as she put down my file. I did as I was told and the nurse clucked disapprovingly. 

"It is definitely everywhere," she looked at the blazer and frowned, "Well, no wonder. There's poison ivy in this uniform." 

"What?" I asked, turning to look at her quickly. Then I looked at Stella, surprised, but also, not so surprised. More surprised that I didn't see the few poison ivy leaves here and there. 

"Oh my gosh!" Stella said, covering her mouth with her tiny, dainty hands, "That's my uniform! I must've dropped it in something. I'm so sorry, Rose!" She fluttered her eyelashes innocently. 

"Oh I'm sure Rose doesn't blame you. After all, it was an accident," said the nurse, "I'll need you to remove your uniform, just in case." She handed me a giant t-shirt. She frowned apologetically.

"That's all we have, I'm afraid. But I assure you, there's no poison ivy on it," she said smiling. I sighed and took the t-shirt, heading towards the bathroom as the nurse began calling my parents. 

I quickly took off the rest of the uniform, carefully. Quietly gasping as I saw the rest of the rashes that plagued my body. It had gotten to the point of hives. I ran my hand through my hair frustrated as I sighed angrily. I put the t-shirt on. It was like a huge nightgown. Walking out of the bathroom, I heard the nurse say, "You can't come? But she has poison ivy and... No, yes, Ms. Calder, I understand. I'll call her father... He's not? Okay well, is there anyone else who can.... Yes.... Alexander, you say? ....Yes, I am familiar with the boy.... Okay... That's not a problem... No thank you, Ms. Calder." She hung up the phone and turned to Stella. 

"Can you call down Alexander Styles here?" asked the nurse. Stella slightly frowned.

"Why?"

"He will be taking Rose home," said the nurse. Then she looked up and smiled at me as Stella left. 

"Alex is taking me home?" I asked. I guess he did drive here today... 

"Yes. Your mother and father are both working. She has a gig and he's off on an interview," said the nurse, a bit apologetically. Man, did she like to pity me. 

"Right," I said. 

"If you have all of your stuff, you can wait right out there," said the nurse, gesturing to the bench in the hallway. I took my book bag and threw it over my shoulder as I walked out. I waited a few more minutes, until I saw Alex walking down the hallway with Stella desperately trying to get his attention. He walked quicker when he saw me. Then he stopped as he assessed what I looked like. 

"What happened?" he asked after a moment.

"Poison ivy," I muttered as I glared at Stella. 

"I hope you get better soon," she said, smiling, as she slipped back into the nurse's office.

"Poison ivy?" he asked, confused. Then he raised his eyebrows, "Damn, you look terrible."

"Thanks Alex," I said sarcastically, heading towards the entrance of the school so we could leave. 

"Wait," he said as he grabbed my shoulder and made me stop. 

"I just want to leave, Alex," I said quietly, not meeting his eyes. He frowned and then took off his blazer, handing it over to me.

"I don't think you should be walking around in just a t-shirt," he said, raising his eyebrows. I refused to look at him as I took the blazer from his hands and put it on. It was a bit big, and covered my hands. But it was warm, and it was comfy. We walked outside, and I shivered a little, but it wasn't that bad. He led me to his car and opened up my door before going to the driver's seat.

"What a gentleman," I teased as I sat down, closing the door behind me. He rolled his eyes as he started the car.

"How did you get poison ivy?" he asked. I felt myself tense up and my blood boil with anger as I thought about that little demon spawn.

"Oh. Well, the uniform that Eli gave me, that was from Stella, had poison ivy on it. Like, all over it," I said between my teeth. Alex was silent and then started to quietly laugh. 

"There's nothing funny about this," I said as I hit his shoulder. 

"Actually, it is kind of funny. Eli, the boy of your dreams," he fluttered his eyelashes mockingly, "gave you a school uniform to help, but instead got you sent home because of poison ivy rashes. Figures."

"First of all," I said turning to him and putting up a finger, "I never said he was the boy of my dreams--"

"Oh, you didn't have to. Your face tells it all," he interrupted. I paused. 

"He didn't know there was poison ivy on it," I muttered after a while, turning to look out the window. Alex scoffed.

"Didn't he?" 

"What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped. Alex was quiet and then shook his head.

"Nothing. Never mind," he said. His hand tightened on the steering wheel as he pulled up to Louis' and Harry's mansion. 

"You go upstairs or something and I'm going to drop by the store and get you some benedryl cream so you don't scratch yourself to death," said Alex, stopping the car. I got out and then stood outside the car for an awkward moment.

"Um, thanks Alex," I muttered. He looked up, a little surprised at my sincerity and then looked ahead of him.

"Yup," was all he said. I closed the door and he sped off towards the store. I walked into the house and headed straight to the fridge. By the time I finished my concoction, Alex walked into the mansion and placed his keys on the counter. He made a face.

"Is that supposed to be a sandwich?" he asked. I smiled.

"Yup." He handed me the benedryl cream and leaned against the counter with his elbows.

"Is that fudge and pickles??" he asked, disgusted. I put down the sandwich and stared at him very seriously. There was a question that had been plaguing me since he gave me his blazer the second time. Maybe since the first time. 

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked. Alex laughed.

"I'm a nice guy, Rose," he said. 

"No really," I said, "What do you want?" Alex's smile faded from his face and he shook his head.

"Rose, you really got to learn to trust people. Not everyone's nice because they want something. Some people are just genuinely...nice," said Alex, shrugging. Before I could reply, he left the kitchen to God knows where. 

"I don't trust you," I whispered to myself, "I don't trust anyone." After I said it, I got a sinking feeling. A sinking feeling that I was lying. 

 

 

A/N: Okay, so the important message that you guys were waiting for. Some of you commented about having Alex's mom being one of the readers, which would mean YOU GUYS. So, I have made a competition for you all. If you want to learn more, just read my mumble.

I ONLY HAVE TWO PEOPLE WHO HAVE SENT ME THEIR AUDITION THINGIES. And they are lovely! <3 Both girls seem soooo nice and sweet. And sound BEAUTIFUL. <3

I will not only be picking out who it's going to be. I also have a special judge who is going to help me with it.

LET THE SENDING BEGIN.

XOXOXO,

Innocently Beautiful. 

 

 

 

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