I walked down the street of Holmes Chapel. Its been 4 years since I left the boy band One Direction. I was feeling sick so Paul brought me to the doctors. Turns out I got pregnant with my (ex) boyfriends child. Paul told me to tell Louis, but I got scared that he wouldn't want the baby. So the best thing to do back then, that I thought of, was to pack up and leave. I got a nice little house by my mums and sold my one in London, L.A, and Australia. I got lots of money out of them so I won't have to work for a long time if at all. Even though I don't have to work I still got a job at the bakery. After my little girl was born, I named her Darcy Johanna Tomlinson. The nurse at the hospital knew me personally, she was my mum after all. It was a hard first year with Darcy, but it was so worth it. Her birthday was last month and my baby is 3 already.
None of the boys know were I am or that I have my baby girl. I took videos and pictures for when I see Louis next and tell him he has a daughter. He should be surprised considering he knocked up a 18 year old. Him and Eleanor seem pretty comfortable though. I got a new number but I kept my old one. I listen to all of the voice mails Louis' left. He hasn't stopped after three years.
I heard that they are back in London but I hope to not see them this weekend. My mom has pulled me out of the house by my hair to the car where our bags were put, packed and ready, and Darcy squealing in her car seat, ready to head of the the big city.
Halfway there, I asked mum, "You do realize the boys are in London right now, right?"
"Of course I do. But you also realize that Louis is stuck with that twig all the time right."
"MUM!! She is not a twig!" I screeched.
"Whatever you say, sweety." She said.
"Who's a twig, gramma?" Darcy asked.
"Do not say that, Darcy Johanna Tomlinson. Just because grandma said it does not mean you can." I strictly told her. I heard a faint 'Yes, daddy' from my daughter. The rest of the car ride was silent.
In London.
We showed up at the hotel late at night and we got our room and went strait up. We didn't unpack our stuff. We just undressed, mum going to the bathroom to change while I stayed with Darcy and stripped down to my boxers. When I went to put my clothes into my suit case, Darcy came up to me and stole my shirt.
"What are you doing, princess?" I asked.
"Getting ready for bed." She replied, sweetly. She slipped on my shirt and tried to get on the bed. After numerous failed attempts. She turned around and pouted. "Why am I so short?!" She complained.
I started to laugh because Louis used to say that all the time. "You get that from your father, honey." I replied. "Now time for bed." I got into bed right when mum came out of the bathroom. Darcy cuddled into my chest when mum came and kissed both of our foreheads.
"Get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us." She whispered as I fell into a deep slumber with my daughter cuddled into my chest.
Next day
"WAKE UP!!!!" I heard a little voice scream as the bed bounced up and down. "DADDY!" She screamed again. I pulled her down on my chest and tickled her. Laughter filled the hotel room. The hotel door opened and mom stepped inside with food in her hands. After we ate we got dressed and left the hotel. I got into the drivers seat after lots of arguing with mom and drove to Big Ben. I parked the car, got out and opened the back door. I unbuckled Darcy and got her out of the car. I grabbed her hand as we started walking around. As me and mum were talking, I felt Darcy's hand slip from mine. I heard a little giggle and turned around.
