Catch Me If You Can (Sequel to To Find You)

And I'm Locking Up Anyone Who's Every Laid a Finger on Me

"Restraints," he repeated to himself softly. He glanced back over at her and noticed the faded white lines above the angry tears in her flesh. But on both of her wrists were bright red patches of irritations blooming on her skin. "Oh god," his voice broke. They had her tied up like a prisoner. He guessed that could be true, figuratively. He traced over them lightly with his finger and sighed when she flinched away in her sleep.

He thought about his next question before he asked it. "I'm her father, okay? I may be her adopted father, but I still care about her and love her with all of my heart. You let her boyfriend see her naked, which I now understand why, but still pisses me off. She's not strong enough yet to make those decisions, Christopher. Only two people in the world right now know almost exactly what's going through her head at all times. Because of this, I'm going to ask you politely to leave while I spend some time alone with her for a little while. "

"Sir-"

"I almost lost my little girl," he spat out. "And you're tying her up and treating her like a prisoner. I'm asking politely. Leave."

Chris nodded his head slowly, and trudged out of the room. As soon as the door was closed, Louis let out a sigh of relief.

"You know," he jumped when he heard her raspy voice. "I do think of you as my dad." Her eyes fluttered open and met his blue ones. He searched them for a moment, looking for something, anything, that could prove that this was really his girl. "Hey, I'm here. Lou Lou, I'm right here," she murmured.

He was jolted back to reality when he heard the nickname she had given him months and months ago. He teared up a little bit at her first statement. "Hey," he breathed out, squeezing her hand tighter. "You little rascal, you heard all of that?"

She smiled guiltily. "You got kind of loud when you talked about Harry."

He felt bad. "I'm sorry for waking you up. "

"No, no," she reassured. "Anne said there would be somebody here when I woke up. I"m glad it was you."

She had been asking for him all morning.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner," he apologized. "The snow back home's outrageous. But," he pulled out his phone. "I took some pictures."

She smiled and reached a hand out, gently grabbing his phone. She loved the snow. One of the main reasons she had been so excited to move to London with Louis was in fact to see the snow during the winter time.

"It's so beautiful," she breathed, touching the screen with her finger.

"I can't wait for you to come home and see it," he whispered.

She smiled up at him. She looked like she was six. And she was starting to succumb to the need for her to be taken care of and treated like a little girl.

"Um, I know this is weird," she said nervously, handing back his phone. "But do you see any kind of lotion in here?"