on pointe | l.s au | collab with chiseledstyles

1. louis and poppy

as soon as he gets poppy unbuckled from her booster seat, he sets her on the ground. "i am giving you permission to cross the parking lot by yourself. be careful!"

poppy's brown eyes (she got them from alexis) light up. "really?!"

louis nods. "yes, really. be careful, pop. look both ways, and let the car go first. i'll be in in a second. don't go inside yet! i've gotta get the car locked and your bags."

poppy nods. "okay, daddy!" she exclaims, before she sprints away.

louis sighs as he grabs her water bottle and ballet bag, before he locks the car and shoves the keys in his pocket.

he looks to the main entrance where poppy is not standing by the door and groans.

of course she would go in without him.

louis braces himself before he opens the door and is met by the soft music and the sound of the loud mums chatting. he keeps his head down while he walks past them and into the room where the girls are practicing.

"poppy!" he hisses.

the little girl looks up from where she's standing in the corner pulling her tutu over her tights. she grins. "madame erin said she wanted to talk to you!"

louis groans as he lays her bag down and sulks his way over to where the middle aged woman is standing with a clipboard in her hands. louis clears his throat and she looks up.

"ah, mr. tomlinson."

"good evening."

"could i have a word with you in my office?" she asks.

louis squeezes his eyes shut. not the fucking office - he's a grown ass man with a four year old, he should not have to go speak with a teacher in an office. but he nods. "yeah, of course."

"wonderful." she says, setting the clipboard on the bench and turning to the class of little girls. "girls, warm up and stretch! kathryn and margaret lead stretches! i'll be right back!"

louis watches as the little girls keep their eyes trained on him with little smirks on their faces - they're four years old but they know what's going on behind the office door. even poppy, his own flesh and blood has a little smirk on her face.

louis follows madame erin and as soon as they're in the office, she shuts the door, and sits at her desk.

"take a seat, please."

louis does, sitting up straight and rigid.

"i'd like to discuss your parenting methods with poppy."

louis clenches his jaw.

"she came in ten minutes late today, and as soon as she was in the door to the studio, she announced she'd crossed the road by herself." madame erin says, looking at louis with her squinty little dark brown, almost black, rat eyes.

louis sighs. "it wasn't the road. it was just the parking lot."

the middle aged woman sighs. "look, mr. tomlinson, i'm genuinely concerned about the well being of your daughter."

"poppy's fine." louis says. "she's great. there is nothing wrong with her."

"mr. tomlinson, she's four. you've let her do some things four year olds shouldn't be doing, and god knows what else you've let her do that she hasn't shared with the class."

louis sighs. "like what?"

"she's plugged in cords before. she's used a microwave and a blender. and today, she crossed the road by herself."