Life As Louis Tomlinson's Daughter *Sequel to Love Is Why I Wake Up In The Morning**completed*

*Sequel to Love Is Why I Wake Up In The Morning and the sequel to Love Is In My DNA**conpleted* Anna Tomlinson never fit in, even if she is Louis' daughter. No one really liked her. She only wanted to be loved her whole life. Until she gets paired with someone for a baby project that will change her life forever.


7. Doctor's Office

Doctor's Office

I get home from the doctors, I can't believe this.

"Anna do you want some water or something?" Mom asks. I ignore her.

I walk into my room and I walk past Lila putting on my makeup. I lay down. My mom walks in and sits beside me. She gives me a glass of water. I take a sip and I put it on the bedside table.

"Are you going to be okay?" Lila asks.

"You put on too much red lipstick." I say.

"Sweetie, do you need anything?" Mom asks

"You can't help me with things like this." I whisper.

"I know but, do you want to see someone like a ther-"

"I don't need a therapist!" I yell, "A therapist won't make it so I can have kids will he or she!? I'll have to deal with it like I have to every other problem in my life!" I yell.

"I know I just don't like you being this upset." Mom says.

"Well nothing's going to make it better." I say, I start to cry, "When I was little, I use to sit there and I would imagine having these awesome kids, now, I'll never have them." I say.

"You can adopt, a lot of kids need homes." Lila says.

"It won't be the same..." I whisper.

"Um, let's give Anna some time alone..." Mom says pulling Lila out.

I call Alexander. He picks up fast.

"Hey." He says.

"Hi, Ashton with you?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm turning him in tomorrow."

"Okay." I say crying a little.

"Are you crying? I didn't know you were so attached to that thing... It's just a doll for a baby project..." Alex says.

"I know I'm fine." I wipe my eyes.

"No what's wrong Anna?" He asks

"Nothing everything is perfect." I say.

"No, I know when you're lying."

"I know." I say.

"Then tell me what's wrong." He says.

"You won't care..." I whisper.

"Well if I wouldn't care then why would I ask." He says. I sigh.

"I went to the doctor, I can't have kids.." I say.

"Wow, I don't know how to respond." Alex says.

"I know, not something you hear everyday..." I say.

"Well I can't say I know what you're going through because as far as I know I'm able to have kids, but I can tell you that it'll be okay... You're the strongest person I've ever met." He says.

"Thanks..." I say.

"Hey I have to go, talk to you later."

"Okay bye." He hangs up and I lay back down, not as sad.

I never thought he would make me not as upset about the whole thing, my dad opens the door.

"You know those condoms I gave you last year?" My dad asks.

"Yeah..." I say.

"Since you can't have kids, can I have them back?" I throw them at him.

"There you go dad." I say.

"Thanks I'll need these."

"That's nasty get out of my room." He laughs.

"I love you!" Dad yells.

"Yeah if you loved me you wouldn't put images like that in my mind!" Mom opened the door.

"How do you think we made you?" Mom asks.

"I like to think you found me under a rock." I say.

Mom and Dad laugh walking away.

"I'm not kidding!" I yell.

I hear a pebble hit my window. I open it. A pebble hits me in the head (A/N only people who read the first book would understand the weirdness in that.) "Dang it I'm sorry." He says.

"It's fine it just really hurt." I say.

"Come with me." He says. I climb out the window. He pulls out a napkin he wipes up a little bit of blood.

"There, not too bad." He whispers. I pull him and I kiss him.

We stop kissing.

"Let's go." He says. I nod. He grabs my hand and our fingers interlock. We get to a hair dresser.

"What are we doing here?" I ask.

"I need to get a hair cut, and you can dye your hair. If you want."

"I just dyed it brown." He shrugs.

"So." We walk in. I look through the colors.

Pink, purple, blue, what are wrong with these colors. Perrie must come here a lot. (A/N I'm not making a bad remark to Perrie I love her) Now the normal colors, blonde, red, there it is. I pick it up. Black.

We sit next to each other holding hands as he gets his hair cut and I get my hair dyed.

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