BSM/DDM Imagines (1D)

DDM Louis

Personal for TheRealLilyTommo
Hannah; Niall's daughter.
Erin; Liam's daughter.
Brandon; Zayn's son.
Jayden; Harry's son.
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"Hey, dad, I was just wondering if i can hang out with my friends?" Lily asked and Louis raised an eyebrow.

"Who's the friends?" Louis asked.

"Uh, Hannah, but my other friends are going to be there as well, but it's weird, their parents never let us see each other that often." Lily replied.

"Who's the other friends?" Louis asked raising an eyebrow, having a funny feeling in his stomach.

"Erin, Brandon and Jayden." Lily replied.

"No." Louis said.

"What? Why? Dad come on, we hardly see each other, it's not fair." Lily said.

"Life isn't fair!" Louis said.

Lily sighed.

'You shouldn't even be hanging around with them in the first place.'

Lily heard my dad say.

"Why not?" She asked.

Louis raised an eyebrow. "Why not what?" He asked.

"You just said that I shouldn't be hanging around with them in the first place. Why not?" Lily asked.

Louis raised an eyebrow again. "I didn't say that. Well, not out loud." He said.

"Dad, I just heard you say it, what do you mean you didn't say it out loud?" Lily asked getting annoyed.

"I didn't say anything!" Louis argued, getting annoyed himself but is also very confused.

'What's this girl on about?'

Now, Lily is confused. She heard her dad talk but didn't see his lips moving.

Did she just read his mind?

^Later^
*Lily's p.o.v.*

"I just don't understand why they don't want us to hang about together? I mean, do they know each other?" Erin asked.

"They've never mentioned any of them." I said.

"I just don't see what their problem is." Erin said.

'Did we do something wrong? Have they had a falling out.'

It happened again, she hears people talking but they're not talking out loud.

"What's wrong with you?" Jayden asked.

"I don't know, I mean, if i tell you, you would think it stupid." I replied.

"What is it?" Jayden asked.

"Ok, think about something." I said.

He raised an eyebrow. "What do you want me to think about?"

"Anything, just think about something." I replied.

'Why are my eyes the colour of olives?'