Daughter Direction

Chapter 27

I have concluded that i like painting. Not just regular painting, but painting houses and rooms. It was fun to do, especially when I was in a teasing mood and I started to fling it at Harry and stuff. Except in the end we got yelled at because dad wouldn’t be to happy.....

“Dammit you two, I thought I told you to stop throwing this shit!” he said as he came into the room. They had just returned from tour to realize that we have nothing prepared for the babies. Well, we’ve got cribs and a whole load of clothes.... but nothing else really. 

“Sorry daddy direction, but its to tempting. Plus, she said I looked like a dirty mop because of my hair! Its her fault!” Harry whined.

“What? Are you going to believe this butt-muncher over me - your own daughter?!” I said to him. 

“I’ve had enough of - wait a minute, did you call him a butt-muncher?” Liam asked me. I nodded. He started laughing like crazy and came over and gave me a hug and a high-five. “Thats my girl! Now get back to work. You’re almost done come -”

“LIAM!” Danielle screamed from downstairs. We all dropped everything and ran down to the first floor where she was sitting on the sofa. She was clutching her stomach like she was in pain. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are -”

“Liam, its time. Unless I wee’d myself, which I don’t think I did, we need to get to the hospital, now!” she yelled. Liam nodded and ran over to get his keys. 

“Katie, i’m going to take her. Finish the room and take the bag that I have in my room with you when you get to the hospital, alright? Call the others!” Dad asked me. I nodded to him as they quickly left. 

“Looks like fucking fun.” I said to Harry. 

“Oh god, if thats her, I can only imagine you.” He said sarcastically. 

“Are you implying -”

“I’m not implying, i’m stating a fact. Come on, lets finish the room and call the others.” Harry said. When we went back upstairs we actually finished the bedroom, but not before I called everyone, and I literally almost mean everyone. Louis flipped and didn’t even give me the chance before hanging up. Niall was with Zayn and Allie, so that gave me less people to call. I called Karen and Danielle’s mum, as well, who were both so excited I think they did start to cry on the phone. 

“Come on Harry, lets go.” I said to him. He looked at me like I was crazy.

“Incase you haven’t looked in the mirror, we are covered in paint. I’m not going out this covered. I will be in the shower.”

“Yeah, so am I but only one person can shower at a time. The pipes are off.” Harry wiggled his eyebrows. “On second thought, you shower. I’ll try and wash this shit up in the sink.” I quickly went into the bathroom in my room and shut the door and locked it, afraid of him trying anything. We made one year a couple of weeks ago, and ever since then, his touchy-feely-horny mood has gotten twenty times worse. I took off my tank top and pants and tried to rub all of this paint off of my skin. Eventually, it all came off and I was able to get dressed again and meet Harry once grabbing the bag dad told me to.