Are You my Father?

"I'm your... daughter"
My mom died when I was 10, I was put into foster care. I finally found my dad, but what happens if he doesn't want me?


1. Chapter 1


   I sat on the hard bench inside city hall, awaiting my fate. My "foster mother" walked out of the office and smirked at me while she walked out the door and to her car. The last I saw of her was her bright red car speeding off towards her "foster house". I knew she never liked me, and now she left me here, back in the system.

   A man cleared their voice behind me, and I turned to face him. He looked saddened and gestured for me to come inside. I walked and sat on the couch as he sat in his chair and turned to look out the window. The chair squeaked as he turned back around. I looked up at him through my thick, jet-black lashes. He had his fingers clenched into fists, he struggled to place them gently on the table. His breath came out uneven, like he felt like punching something. His hair was cut into a buzz cut and he wore a  pinstriped suit with a black tie and dress shoes. If I was new I would think he was really awful and mean. I wouldn't be able to process the fact that he was like a big teddy bear, really sweet and nice, especially to me.

   "Looks like you're back in the system Rose," He said through clenched teeth. I shrugged and looked back down at my phone. He had given it to me a few years back.

   "Wouldn't be the first time Leo," I muttered. He banged his fists loudly on the table, making me jump. His face turned red, and I placed a hand over his fist. "Calm down, I'll be fine. Just another house, another family, I think I can manage," I faked a smile, but he seemed to believe it. Truth was... I was really tired of moving around. I just wanted to be 18 so I could take care of myself. That's what I do anyway, might as well make it official, but that was still 3 years away.

   "I don't get why people don't want to adopt you though! I mean you're probably one of the nicest people I've ever met...when you want to be anyways," I smirked at the comment as I looked down at my phone again, sending a text to my best friend Aero. "You just have had a hard past, that's all..." He trailed off.

   "What?" I asked confused. He started searching through his filing cabinet, not taking long to find mine because it was always right on top. I have been through 8 foster homes in the past year, the longest one lasting 3 months. His eyes widened and he flashed me a big, white smile.

   "I know someone who might adopt you!" My face scrunched up in a confused way. One of my eyebrows lifted as he started typing on his Mac and scribbled down an address. He handed the sticky note to me. "Give this to a cab driver, tell him to take you there," He also handed me a pile of wadded up bills and stood up, pushing me out the door. "Stay in touch!" He yelled as he closed his door. I rolled my eyes and pushed myself out the revolving doors. The last time he'd said that I was stuck with my last foster family...ya...that went well. I hailed a cab and it took me to a place about 10 minutes out of London.

   Just as we were pulling up the long drive way I texted Leo, 'Who are they?' It took him seconds to reply, 'Your dad :)! His name is Zayn!' I stiffened in my seat and locked my phone. The cab stopped roughly, and I grumbled as I stepped out and threw the cash at him through the open window. I have a bit of a  temper. He counted it and drove away.

   I walked up to the door. Looking around I noticed a huge pool, yard, plane runway, and other things around the property. Looking at the was huge! A great big white mansion, at least three stories tall.

   "Come on Rose," I whispered to myself and blew some stray hair out of my face. I knocked on the door and instantly heard footsteps running to open it. The door opened and there stood a little girl with light brown curly hair that came to her waist, and light brown eyes that had a doe-eyed look to them. I smiled down at her, I had always like kids. She stayed silent.

   "Who are you?" Her small voice asked. She was young, maybe 3 or 4, barley tall enough to reach the door handle.

   "My name's Rose. What's your's?" I asked bending down so I was at her eye level.

   "Lilly," She said.

   "Hi Lilly! Is Zayn here?" Her smile showed, she seemed to recognize the name.

   "Uncle Zayn!" She yelled and started giggling. "You're pretty," She giggled again as she reached her small hand out, started playing with my dark brown, curly hair.

   "Thank you, you're very pretty too," I smiled and laughed at how cute she was.

   "Lilly who's there?" A deep voice called from behind her as a man with jet black hair, olive skin, and dark brown eyes came into my view. I had seen him before, I just couldn't remember where. I looked him up and down and stood up, only coming to about his shoulders. Lilly smiled and attached herself to his leg, which made him look down and flash her a bright white smile. He then looked back up at me.

   "Zayn?" I asked.

   A confused look came over his face as he replied, " a fan?"

   "Uhh... I don't know, I was sent here by someone else. Wait...why would I be a fan? You famous or something?" He laughed a little and shrugged.

   "Well...ya. Zayn...Malik? One Direction? Boy band?" He stated, still looking confused. I gasped, my father was Zayn Malik from One Direction. He really was famous, still even though they don't really play anymore. "You ok?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

   "Ya...It's just..." I started. Come on Rose! I've got to do this! I sighed and started again, "I'm your....daughter,"

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