Breaking News: Today is Ashlynn Darcy Kalliste Meira Halina Ilaria Tomlinson's first day of nursery. We have been told that Eleanor didn't come to England to see her daughter off, so instead, Louis was seen taking the little girl by himself. The famous singer has recently gone into hiatus with One Direction and has not been talking to his closest bandmate and best friend, Harry Styles. Louis had posted this picture of Ashlynn with the caption, 'I can't believe my baby girl is going to nursery! I love you, baby.' Well, I hope that Ashlynn has a great first day of nursery.
Louis's POV
I arrive at Ashlynn's school and get her walker out first before getting her out and get her into it before we walk inside. We walk towards her classroom with her walking slowly beside me.
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When we arrive, I bend down to her height to see her looking scared. "What's wrong, baby? Talk to daddy," I say. "W-wan' pa," she whispers while using sign language.
"I know you do, baby. How about we call him?"
I earn a small nod. I smile at her as I get my phone out and Facetime Harry. "Hey, Ashlynn wants to talk to you," I say, and he nods, and I hold the phone in front of her. "Hey, princess," I hear Harry's voice say, tiredly. "Wan' pa," she says, starting to cry. "I know you do, baby, but can you promise me something?" he asks her, earning a nod. "Promise to be a brave little soldier for me?" he asks her. "I-I pwomise," she says. "Tell papa bye bye baby, it's time for school," I say.
"Buh-bye," she whispers, and I take the phone, hanging up. I hug her and kiss her as I watch her find some blocks to play with. I walk up to her teacher, Miss Lucy.
"Hello, you must be Mr. Tomlinson," she says. "Yes. I just wanted to make sure that you were informed about my daughter, Ashlynn's disabilities," I say. "Yes, of course," she says.
"So her speech is more around one year old, she is autistic, she has leg braces for her bone disorder and she is in her walker. Please if you need anything, call me," I say before leaving, feeling sadness. Since our band broke up, I'm not supposed to be spotted in public with Harry, and now Harry has to live in L. A. While Ashlynn and I live in England, I miss him so much, and so does Ashlynn. Having my husband halfway around the world is heartwrenching. I wake up every morning and reach for him, only to realize he isn't here.
When he first left, Ashlynn wouldn't let me leave her, afraid I would leave her too. I get into my car, heading towards my house until I have to pick her up at 12:30 and go back home. When I get home, I clean up the house before sitting down on the couch and watch a movie. I leave at 12:20 heading back to Ashlynn's nursery school.
When I arrive at her classroom door, she runs towards me and I bend down to hug her. She already has her backpack on and is ready to go. "Were you a good girl?" I ask as I drive, looking at her through the rear-view mirror, making her nod. When we arrive home, I make her a small snack of celery and ranch before sitting her down in front of the coffee table and turn on Cinderella for her. As I set down her plate and sippy cup, my phone starts ringing.
I look at it and see it's Harry, so I quickly answer it saying, "hold on a minute." Once I'm in the kitchen, I start to talk, knowing Ashlynn can't hear me. "Hey, you can talk now," I tell him.
"How was her first day of nursery?" he asks. "She said she was a good girl and the teacher told me that she was very shy and didn't talk to any kids yet," I say. "You have to remember that she is a very special little girl," he tells me. "I know, Hazza, but she needs friends," I say.
"Lou, just be there for her," he tells me. "I know, I know. Now, how's L.A?" I ask. "Good, I'm going to be acting in a movie called Dunkirk," he tells me. "That's amazing, babe," I say. "I saw you on America's Got Talent." "Yeah, that was fun," I say. "It was good of Liam to watch Ashlynn," Harry says, sighing sadly. "Harry, you know I couldn't have you do it," I say. "I know, I just miss her so much," he says. "Da-da!" I hear a certain little girl scream. "Haz, I gotta go. Ashlynn is calling for me," I say. "Okay, I love you. Give her a kiss for me." "Of course," I say and hang up.
I quickly go into the living room, hearing sobs from my daughter. As I near the living room, I hear the tv's speakers blasting a football game. Picking up speed, I enter the living room to see my daughter sitting on the couch, her knees to her chest, while she is pulling her hair with one hand and hitting her fist against her head with the other. I hurriedly find the remote, turn down the tv before slowly walking towards my daughter, who is sobbing, pulling her hair, and hitting herself.
I grab her hands from her head, making her cry and start to kick and hit me. "We can't do that baby," I say as I pick her up and sitting on the ground. She is trying to kick and hit me while sobbing as I bring her onto my lap, her back pressing against my chest while I hold her arms around her waist, holding them firmly, so she doesn't escape or hurt herself.
As I do this, all I can think of is how much I wish Harry was here. He always would sing to her while she did this which made her calm down faster, that's when I have an idea. "Alexa, play More Than This by One Direction." Two seconds later, Alexa is playing More Than This at low volume as we always have their volumes set to five. As it plays, I softly sing along as I feel her kicking slow into just feeble twitches and her sobbing turns into whimpers. I slowly let go of her arms and they lay limply at her side. She slumps against me and I softly shush her as I run my hand through her slightly sweaty hair. Once she's calm enough, I stand up with her in my arms, her head on my shoulder. I walk upstairs, going into her room, picking out a set of pajamas before walking across the hall to my room.
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I lay her down on the bed, saying, "daddy will be right back. He's gonna get your bath ready." I walk into our bathroom, setting her clothes on the counter and starting the water. Once it's ready, I carry her into the bathroom, sitting down on the floor, undress her and then sit her in the tub. She was so tired, she was falling asleep. I quickly wash her, dry her off and then dress her. After I tuck her into my bed beside me and we fall asleep.
