When we get inside two thoughts occur to me. "Hey guys, what's my last name and what do I call you guys?" I ask. They all think about it. "I know! I know!" Harry says jumping up and down. "Your last name should be Stypaylikhorson!" I start jumping up and down too. "Yes, yes, yes!" Then Liam buts in. "Sorry to be the fun ruiner, but your last name is Tomlinson since Lou signed the papers." Mine and Harry's faces both fall. "I know something that will make you feel better Harry!" I say. "What could possibly make me happy after being told that you can't have the last name Stypaylikhorson!" he asked. "You're my uncle!" I say and give him a hug. "He's not the only one! There's 3 others over here, remember?" Niall says. "YES!" I say and run into Niall arms. He gives me one of his famous 'Horan hugs.' I give hugs to my other uncles, then turned to face Louis. "Are you lads done hogging my daughter?" he asks trying to be serious. I run over and jump onto him. He picks me up and I nuzzle my face into his neck. I hear a click and look up to see all four guys holding their phones up. Lou-Dad's phone buzzes and he sets me down so her can see what is is. I look over his shoulder and see a picture of us one of the guys posted on Twitter. The caption was: Aww! Daddy/daughter moment! Everyone meet the newest member of the 1D family, Maya Tomlinson! "Hey, Maya, what's your Twitter name?" Zayn asks me. "I don't have one. I'm not 13 yet," I remind him. "Yes, but answer me truthfully. Do you or do you not know how to fake your age online?" he asks. Louis hears and comes over. "NO! Don't tell my daughter to lie online!" he says. "Dad," I say. "I wasn't going to. I don't really want a Twitter right now. Too much hate. Let me get used to being Louis Tomlionson's daughter first." I finish with a smirk. He visibly sighs and I laugh. He is the typical over-protective dad that only wants what's best for his princess. I sigh as they all start talking about what they have planned after their little vacation. I start to daydream about my family. What would they think about the situation? My dad would look Louis over once, give him a firm handshake and say "Take care of my little girl." My mom would over think some things, and under think others, but I knew she would trust Louis and the boys with all her heart. I can imagine her saying to me "Don't be afraid to get close. Don't be afraid call him dad. We won't think you're forgetting us. You're trying to get your life back on track." My siblings would fight over who got to hang out with Louis and the boys whenever they came over. To them, they were fun, loud 5 year olds in 18, 19, 20, and 21 year old bodies. "Come play X-box with me!" my brother would yell. "Let's play soccer!" My sisters would yell. And me, well, I'd be sitting on the couch reading a book, trying to ignore the constant chatter until someone forces me up and makes me go outside. And we would play soccer on warm days, swim on hot days, skate on cold days, and play X-box on freezing days. And we would live happily ever after. I feel wet drops on my cheeks and realize I was crying. I quickly excuse myself and run to my room hoping I would go unnoticed. I hear 5 sets of footsteps pounding on the stairs and realize I hadn't. They all burst into my room looking worried sick. "Whats wrong, love?" Dad asks. "Nothing. I was just....thinking," I reply. "About what?" Harry asks. "Life. My life, now and then. If those two lifes mixed, what my parents would have thought of you guys, my siblings. Don't get me started on my siblings. They would see you as the crazy, but loving, uncle who would come over at 2 in the morning if you called him, just because you wanted him there. They would've loved you guys. My parents would've too. My mom would catch Harry making perverted jokes, pretend not to know what they meant, but ask you what they meant, so she could tease you in front of all of us. My dad would bring the beers out by the fire, long after my siblings had gone to bed, and you guys would talk. I would be supposedly sleeping, but I would crack open my window to hear what you were talking about. When you started talking loudly, I would come outside and put on a whole show about how you woke me from a peaceful sleep and complain to no end. Then one of you guys would stick your hand over my mouth and we would all laugh. When you guys would have to leave, I would beg you to stay, along with my siblings. We would come up with crazy reasons as to why you couldn't leave. Like, the toast wasn't done or we never finished a game. Louis would go along with all of them and complain to everyone that we could leave because my next-door neighbors pet was a dog. We wouldn't always be perfect, but we would be family. We would live happily ever after." After I finished telling the guys about my little daydreams, they all looked at me with tears in their eyes. "Aww, guys don't cry! I'm not sad! I really don't know why you should be. I mean, I'm here. You're lives are pretty much complete," I say trying to make a joke. They all laugh. We all go downstairs and I open the fridge to see what we have for lunch. I take out some lettuce, turkey, and mayo. I go to the other cabinet and get a plate for myself, then make myself 3 turkey lettuce wraps for lunch. As I'm eating, the guys stand in front of me and Liam clears his throat. I look up from my wrap and motion for them to continue. What Louis says next shocks me.
"You're moving to England."
A/N: How was that chapter my young padawans? Did you like the little epiphany scene? You know how hard it is to write that? Mainly because I'm writing about my own family who are very much alive, thank you very much, so it's wierd. I'll be, like writing a scene about how much I miss my dead brother and he'll walk right by me. Do you know how distracting that is?? Ok, so I'm done with my little rant. Comment, vote, like, follow! CVLF!!!!
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