Daddy?

Chap.3

Emmy's POV

I woke up to hands around my waist and me being lifted up out of the crib. I yawned, stretching lightly. My eyes fluttered open as my fists rubbed the sleep out of them. I placed my arms around the neck of whoever was carrying me and rested my head on their shoulder. I was so tired.
"Goodmorning, baby." A soft, familiar voice said. I looked up and smiled gently as I saw Liam. I hummed in response, closing my eyes. He cooed. "Aw don't be like that Emmy. C'mon. wakey wakey, princess."
I huffed. I felt him grin. "You must be real tired. Slept all day yesterday and almost through the whole morning."

He carried me down the stairs and too the kitchen. The interior went past us with a blur but I couldn't help but blame that on my drowsiness. They've drugged me again.

I was put into the highchair, getting strapped in as well. "Morning everyone." Harry said walking into the kitchen, stopping to stretch. A few other replies echoed around the room and the sound of clanking silverware against plates and bowls. He walked over to me, unstrapping me and lifting me onto his hip. "Hey Emmy." He smiled widely pressing a kiss to my cheek and blowing a bit. I couldn't help but giggle as a tickling sensation spread. A small smile sat on my face as he continued to rock and hold me. "Good job, Haz. You're getting her to smile." Louis said walking by. Harry nodded, grinning in the process.
A yawn fell past my lips as I rested my head on his shoulders. I heard a few chuckles. "That was quite a big yawn for such a little girl." He teased. I smiled, hiding my face in his neck.
"Okay. Here is some breakfast for Emmy." I blushed as it seems my stomach understood what he said and growled. "You can stay with me for today." Harry said sitting down and placing me on his lap. "What." Niall said dragging out the middle. "That's not fair I didn't know she could sit with us for breakfast. I want her." He whined. "You're just to slow, Horan. You gotta think fast." He pouted.
Niall stood up bringing his plate to the sink. "It's okay. We all know she likes me better anyways." I giggled a bit. "Isn't that right, princess?" He said picking up from Harry's lap. Liam shook his head. "Nope. She loves me more." He pretended to flip his hair. "No! Me!" Harry said. "Boys! Boys! Boys! Just let her tell you who she likes better." Louis grinned. They all turned towards me. "Alright fine. Go ahead Emmy." What? I was suppose to choose? Who? Niall has been really nice but.. Louis has just told me a lot of things. I don't know. "Lou." I whispered quietly. "What was that? C'mon you can speak up." I sighed. "Louis." everybody slumped in there seat except Louis who was smirking in victory. Niall gasped. "What? What about me?" He frowned dramatically. All of a sudden I was being hung upside down and tickled on my sides. If you know me, you know tickling is my weakness for anything. Immediately I squealed, laughter falling part my lips. "No! Niall stop! Please!" I said practically swinging back and forth from being hung upside down.
The boys chuckled as I squealed and giggled. I hated being tickled. I am the most ticklish person in the world. "Niall! Please!" I was practically gasping for air now. Which wasn't really good considering I had asthma. I would try and squirm away but like I said earlier, it's almost like my muscles were unresponsive. I had to do something to get him to stop. I didn't want to do this but it seems like my only option. "Daddy please!" I said giggling as my sides were attacked in tickles. It didn't take a second before he stopped and the room fell silent except for a few gasps. All the boys looked at me in shock.
You could hear a pin drop with the silence in this room. I was pulled up by Niall, being placed on his hip no longer hanging from his arms. They almost looked upset. Guilt rushed through me. Did I do something wrong? "I-I'm sorry." I stuttered. I was instantly brought into a death squeezing hug. "No, princess. Don't be sorry. Thank you." It was almost hard to breath with how tight he was hugging me. Three more pairs of arms flung around us in a group hug. Why were they so happy? All I did was say daddy.

That hug lasted longer than I thought it would and slowly arms fell away. I was pulled away from Niall and I looked curiously as to who was holding me now. Louis. I giggled, smiling as he pressed multiple kisses all over my face "Little Princess Emmy." He said. I shook my head a small smile placed on my lips.