Goodnight Daddy

(Sequel to Are You my Father?)
ONE DIRECTION FAN FIC!
"The baby's yours Dustin,"
But what happens when Dustin leaves unexpectedly...what do they do then?

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2. Chapter 1

Rosalie:

   I ran. I left. I'm gone. Goodbye.

Dustin:

   Finally the bus stopped, dropping me off on the coast line of London, right near where the chunnel would be picking me up. As I stepped out into the bright light of the morning, my mind raced back to Rose. Her laugh, her smile, the way her hair always flew down her back perfectly, how it felt with her that night, everything. I couldn't get her out of my mind. Suddenly a picture of her with Issac and Jasper flashed into my mind. I couldn't get it out of my head. Shaking my head in vain to clear the thoughts I rushed into a coffee shop near the station. Ordering a simple black coffee, I added cream and sugar to it to make it less bitter. The sun outside shone through the windows and blinded me. Faces swarmed in front of me...but all of them eventually morphed into Rose's. Shaking my head again, I placed my sunglasses over my eyes, hood over my messy, slept on hair, and watched my feet as I walked to the terminal where the chunnel would pick up passengers. I ran into someone's hard chest. As I looked up, my eyes met those of someone I never thought I'd talk to. His eyes were wild as he looked at me, then scanned the area around him.

   "Sorry son, I was just looking for someone," He spoke quickly, still looking round him. I nodded and moved out of the way. He looked at me and smiled, nodding his head as he stepped around me. He had taken a couple steps when he turned back around. "You look familiar, have we met?" I shook my head quickly and turned, walking away as fast as I could. The last look he gave me seemed confused, but it quickly disappeared as he shrugged and walked away. I breathed out a sigh of relief as he faded into the crowd. That face haunted me until the doors of the chunnel opened up and I placed myself into a seat in the back. Pulling out my headphones, I placed them on my head, but before I could press the play button my eyes suddenly felt ten times heavier. I hadn't slept in two days, relying on coffee and red bull to keep me awake. Before I knew it I was asleep,  my head resting on the cold window as the train passed underground and under the water. Though it was a short ride, a dream quickly forced its way into my head.

*DREAM*

   One side of my face was freezing cold, the other burning hot as his eyes burned through my skin. His face, the one that was haunting my thoughts earlier...is back. He spoke exactly what he said earlier, then turned just like before...but then...he turned back and grabbed my by my collar.

   "You know exactly where she is!" He screamed. I shook my head rapidly. "Dustin," He growled. "I knew I recognized you. You know where she is!" Again I shook my head, at loss for words. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he fought to make himself look intimidating. "She'll come looking, she knows you're gone, she's gonna find you. You tell me when she does ok?!" I nodded furiously. Suddenly his hands where ripped from my collar by the ground shaking, and we were both thrown to the ground.

 *END OF DREAM*

   I was thrown to the ground as the train came to a sudden stop. My eyes flew open as I groaned in pain. We were now in France, but...that face would still haunt me. The face full of pain, grief, and loss. Desperation to find her was written in all his features. Was she really gone? Did she really leave them? I didn't know, but the look on his face defiantly suggested it. I felt bad for them. They wanted her, they loved her, the needed her... They must've all been looking for her. But, all I really knew was that, that face was going to haunt me for the rest of my life...even if I did find her...even if they did find her. That face that would haunt me forever was the shallow, grieving face of Louis Tomlinson.

Louis:

   I was looking for her round the chunnel entrance, hoping that I could find her hopping a train into France. No such luck...at least not yet. I had only been here for a few hours, but I was already exhausted. I had gotten a call from Zayn at six in the morning saying that Rose was gone. Emily and him had called all the boys and their wives to try and find her. Now, we were all around London searching for her...or any trace of her. We believed that she ran away cause of how her door was locked and her stuff was gone like that. Now, she was somewhere in London, with bags and all the money from her vault that Zayn had checked after they found her gone. I shook my head in sadness and frustration, trying to keep my eyes open. My body was sluggish, but my mind was racing. Every face I saw I thought it was Rose, but I soon realized that a fat, bald guy with half his stomach bulging out of his tiny shirt, couldn't be her. I was sitting down in front of the hallway that led to all the pickup stations, hoping that I could see her if she decided to leave to France. Finally I couldn't take sitting down anymore, so I decided to stand up. Pacing seemed to come next, instantly taking over all other thoughts besides finding Rose. I was so distracted that I didn't see a kid walking right in the path of my pacing. I slammed into him, almost knocking both of us to the ground.

   "Sorry son, I was just looking for someone," The kid with dark sunglasses, hood pulled over his ruffled brown hair, and red beats headphones hanging off his neck, moved to the side, out of my pacing path. I nodded back at him and took a few steps to continue my restless pacing. Suddenly his face came over my vision. I knew him. I stopped and turned to face him again. "You look familiar, have we met?" I asked him. He shook his head quickly and turned to leave. My face fell into a confused look. I was sure I knew this kid. Shaking my head to clear the thought and focus back on Rose, I turned round once again. Her face was nowhere to be seen. I called each of the boys and girls searching, no luck. I finally went over to the coffee shop and ordered something to drink. I took it back out to my post where I was standing. His face was swarming my vision, still haunting it. I couldn't shake it. Those eyes, the way his hair fell in his face. Another face came into my thoughts and placed itself next to the kid's. Finally it all clicked. That was Dustin Sheeran! My head quickly snapped back to where he was disappearing. I shook my head, I'd ask Ed later...even though we weren't on the best terms. All of the sudden the hair on the back of my neck prickled and a shiver went through my body. My eyes snapped back to the entrance of the hallway in time to see a dark figure of a girl dart behind a wall. My eyes went wide. I rushed over there, her face overcame all my other senses. When I finally got there, there was no one there... I shook my head, I must be seeing things...until...that feeling swept over me again. Something was wrong. Something that was confirmed when two small words were whispered into my ear. 'Goodbye Louis' I turned quickly...but...there was nothing there...

Rosalie:

   I remembered that one day Dustin had told me that he would've loved to live in France. This seemed like the only place he wouldn't left to...so...that's where I went. As I went into the hallway that led to the chunnel I saw his face. Louis was standing there. I darted behind a wall just as he looked up...but...I think he saw something. He quickly made his way over to where I was. Panicking I dropped my bags near a different hallway that I would run down to get away from him...but....there was one more thing I needed to do before I left. He looked around the wall that I had darted behind. I stood right behind him, watching. I leaned forward and whispered quietly in his ear.

   "Goodbye Louis," With those two words I ran, grabbed my bags, and disappeared into the crowd. The last I saw of him was his hopeful face searching the crowd for mine. It broke my heart, but I couldn't stop...this was really goodbye...

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