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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5. Welcome To The Fun House

A/N: Hey guys! Long time no write. Actually, it's only been a couple of days! But you guys just are begging me for more. So, I guess I'll write another chapter. BUT I CANNOT BELIEVE IT. 214 FOLLOWERS?? ON MY STORY? WHAT. You guys are literally amazing! Now for my favorite comments from these people (i love this part): Emily got that swagg (again! your comments just make me laugh! :D), Monkeygirl123 (oh my god that's awkward, haha! But I'm glad you enjoyed it!), Annabeth Potter (you're literally going to make me cry of happiness! Thank you SO much!), just another directioner, 1dbiggestfan (i know :/), Mrs.Horan13 (AGAIN! YOUR COMMENTS UGOAIHFJKSDF ((both of them)) XD), Curly'sWife94 (HEY GUYS! Check out her first movella! Remember what it was like when we all put out our first one? Let's show her some support!), Taylor_lynn_, Bry_Bry234, aaaand Ardenluvsu7. :D

 

CHAPTER 5

Everything was a blur, as I packed up all of my stuff and slipped into a car, driving towards Louis' mansion. 

What?

What?

WHAT???

Eleanor, my birth mother, tried to abort me as a baby. Left me in the hospital and practically didn't care if I died or not. And Louis didn't know what he wanted to do with me.

And now the both of them wanted to adopt me? 

What the freaking hell?

Did I just enter some messed up parallel universe?

Fern was jabbering about how much fun I was going to have with my birth parents who just adopted me and how the schedule was going to work. Since it was the weekend, I was staying with Louis. And when that was over, I was going to live with Eleanor. She talked about how excited they both were about me coming back into their lives.

And then she mentioned I was changing schools.

"Excuse me?" I asked, stopping her right there. Her brown eyes met my hazel ones in confusion.

"Well, because your mother's house is not in the district..."

"NO! No, no no no no no no," I repeated over and over again. Her eyes turned wide like brown orbs.

"Rose, you must be in shock," but I shook my head and kept saying no. 

I had friends at that school. I didn't want to start all over. Not again. 

And why did I have to live with Eleanor most of the time? I didn't want any of this. I should've just left that file where it was. In that metal filing cabinet, collecting dust.

"Here we are!" Fern said happily, getting out of the car. Louis was already outside with Harry, waving maniacally at me. I just looked at him like he was a freak. He leaned over to Harry and whispered something. Then they started dancing and singing while they got my suitcases out of Fern's car. 

"Oh God," I heard myself whisper. 

"Welcome, welcome," they sang, "Welcome to the house of fun! With your hosts Harry and the dunce!" Louis looked at Harry.

"I'm not a duuunce," he sang.

"Okaaay," sang Harry.

Fern looked like she was going to pass out with happiness. I looked at her and mouthed 'help' but she didn't do anything. I think she was crying. I think I was going to cry. 

And not for the same reasons that she was crying for.

"STOP!" I yelled, interrupting their dance number. They froze with their jazz hands.

"Stooooop," I groaned, taking my backpack and walking quickly into the mansion.

"Do you think I embarrassed her?" asked Louis to Harry.

"Probably," Harry confirmed. 

"Well, it was nice meeting you Mr. Tomlinson, and Mr. Styles," said Fern, her smile looked like it was too big for her face.

"Please, call me Harold," said Harry, kissing her hand. She blushed furiously and started giggling incessantly. 

"H-Harold..." she barely managed to get out. She was staring at her hand that he kissed in shock. I rolled my eyes. Old people. 

Louis closed the door and grabbed my shoulders so I could face him.

"Why am I here?" was the first thing out of my mouth. He looked confused.

"Isn't this what you wanted? You asked me if your mother and I were going to adopt you..."

"Yeah. Until I found out that neither of you really wanted me," I spat.

"What? Rose, you can't blame me for this! I didn't know that you existed!" he said, making excuses.

"Yeah. But then you didn't know what you wanted to do with me," I said, shrugging out of his grip and grabbing my backpack.

"Rose, I was confused. You just showed up at my doorstep and announced that you were my daughter. I was a little overwhelmed. I'm still overwhelmed."

"Which one is my room?" I asked as I reached the top of the stairs. 

"The one with your name on it," Louis said defeated. I looked at the door with the gold plating on it that read Rose in calligraphy. 

Sheesh. He went all out. Was that real gold? 

I rolled my eyes, but smiled a bit to myself. He was embarrassing, and he spent a bucket load of money on me. 

He was kind of like a real dad. 

I didn't understand why he lived with Harry.

But he was kind of like a real dad. A dad I've always wanted. One that I've always dreamed of. Just...I dreamed of a guy that was less...rich...and famous... 

I opened the door to the bedroom and felt myself groan inwardly. Everything was pink. Although, the rose lamp was a good touch.

The rest of it looked like a unicorn threw up in it. 

"Wow, okay," I felt myself say as I dropped my backpack on the ground. 

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"She hates it here," said Louis, his head in his hands. Harry switched the channel.

"She doesn't."

"She does. She hates me. She hates her mother. She hates you--"

"Wait a second, don't bring me into this. She loves her Uncle Harry," Harry said, putting a hand on his chest as he sat up a little higher. Louis just looked at him. 

"She hardly knows you. And when she hardly knows people, she hates them," said Louis a bit dramatically. Harry rolled his eyes.

"The only reason she hates you and Eleanor is because you guys gave her up--"

"I didn't even KNOW that Eleanor had a baby! How can she hate me because of that?" 

"--But she doesn't hate you because of that. She doesn't hate you at all. She's just upset that you were all like 'I dunno what to do with this girl that apparently is my daughter whaaaa' and then you adopted her," finished Harry. 

"Why does she hate Eleanor then?"

"She did try to abort her as a baby...and then left her in a hospital...without even trying to find a good home for her..." Harry said, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Louis in disbelief. Louis took a bite out of his carrot thoughtfully.

"I guess that makes sense..." he said as he slowly chewed. 

"So, what are we going to do about that big dinner? You still want to throw it?" asked Harry as he continually flipped channels, not deciding on one. 

"Of course we're still going to throw it! What kind of a father would I be if I didn't throw her a welcoming party!" cried Louis as he jumped up. He looked around the living room. 

"This place is a mess," he muttered. He looked over at Harry. 

"You need to clean up," he said before walking away. Harry looked at him in disbelief.

"Why don't you just call Maria and have her clean it?" Harry whined.

"Do you want some cheese with that wine?" Louis called from the other room. Harry pouted as he looked around himself. He groaned. 

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I'm switching schools again... feeling: annoyed.

I updated my status of Facebook. I didn't have many friends. Most of them were foster kids. Within seconds, people commented on it.

Aw that sucks. Are you switching foster homes again? 

What happened to Mrs. Ketterly? 

She got adopted.

SHE GOT ADOPTED??

OMG THAT'S GREAT ROSE

Why are you annoyed about that?

I'd love to get adopted, why aren't you appreciative of it? 

No one understood me. I closed my laptop and then heard the doorbell ring. 

"LIAM!" I heard Louis exclaim in happiness. There was chattering and a lot of hellos and how are yous. There was also little kid noises.

Oh sweet baby Jesus, no. 

Not children.

"ROSE!" called Louis from downstairs. It echoed around the gigantic marble mansion. I stepped out of my room and looked down the banister. The guy I never seen before must've been Liam. I walked down the stairs and looked at the rest of his family. His wife was a beautiful woman. With wild curly light and dark hair and velvet looking mocha colored skin. She was pregnant. That was obvious.

Though I think they had enough kids already. 

"Rose! This is your Uncle Liam, and your Aunt Danielle. And these are all their children!" said Louis happily. I looked at all of them. Danielle smiled sweetly at me and Liam looked like he couldn't smile anymore. He just beamed. 

"Hi, I'm Ginger. I'm 12," she said proudly. She had her mother's wild curly hair but lighter skin and big brown eyes. 

"I'm Rose. I'm 14," I said awkwardly. Why were we telling each other our ages...?

"Oh, this is William, he's ten," said Liam, putting a hand on the shy boy's head. He looked similar to his sister. Actually, they all looked pretty much the same.

"This is Jasmine," said Danielle, "She's 6." Jasmine had straight brown hair that fell past her shoulders. She was small, almost like a fairy. 

"Sophia, can you tell her your age?" asked Danielle, smiling at the little girl with curly hair. The little girl skipped over to me, and held up three fingers.

"Oh, that's cool," I said smiling down at her. Then she ran back to her mother. 

"And this is Kyle," said Liam, a little boy peeking out from behind Liam's legs. He looked very similar to his dad. Liam met my eyes, "He's two." 

"And we have another one on the way!" said Danielle happily, holding her stomach.

My God. They already had five children. Why did they want six?

"Come in and make yourselves at home," said Louis, smiling. 

"It was nice meeting you," I said as they walked past me into the kitchen. 

"Do you want to play?" asked Ginger, I think it was. Then the doorbell rang.

Saved by the bell.

I walked up and opened it up. 

"YOU MUST BE ROSE!" shouted an irish accent. Then suddenly I couldn't breathe because he was hugging me.

"You must be Niall," I managed to choke out. He smiled. 

"That's right," he said as he let go of me.

"This is my son Chip," said Niall. It was just a boy that looked to about 10 or 12. Chip looked up at me with bright blue eyes through his blonde hair. I tried to stifle laughter at his name.

Apparently it was true. Niall really did love food. I mean, he named his son Chip. 

Niall walked past me. He didn't bring a girl. So I assumed Chip was an illegitimate child, like me. Or he got divorced. 

"CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!" shouted Ginger, practically jumping on the boy. Chip blew some blonde hair out of his face as he looked annoyed with the girl hugging him tightly.

"Hi Ginger," he said monotonously. I laughed.

"Niall!" Louis said, hugging him. 

"You have Nando's?" 

"What's a get together without Nando's?" asked Louis as they walked into the kitchen. 

Then the doorbell rang again. I opened the door, a bit annoyed that I was the one manning the door. 

"Rose?" asked a man with dark quiffed hair and brown eyes. On his arm was a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. 

"I'm Zayn, this is Perrie," he said pointing to each of them. Perrie smiled brightly. 

"Hiya!" she said excitedly. behind them was a girl and a boy. The girl was blonde, but had brown eyes. The boy looked to be about my age or older. He had dark hair that fell a little into his bright blue eyes. He was slightly tanned and he looked at me as if I weren't there.

Yet I felt something inside of me stirring.

"U-uh, hi. I'm Rose," I said. I moved aside and let them through. 

"I'm Eli," I heard his soft voice reach me as he walked past me. I shook my head. Suddenly, I felt really dizzy. 

Eli. Eli Malik. 

Huh, maybe there would be one good thing with being adopted by Louis and Eleanor. 

A/N: sorry about the double author's note. 1. I'm writing a story with Elizabethluvs1d called All or Nothing. And I actually really like it, so I would love if you checked that out. 2. My friend and I had started another account called JessicaandBianca, I would love if you checked out the stories we're writing on that one as well! Have a nice Saturday! <3 

 

 

 

 

 

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