Hello. My name is Liam-ann. I am 3 years of age. I am very mature and responsible for my age. I am also very smart and have a Big vocabulary for a thee year old. I have had to take care of myself since I was 2 1/2. My mom has been really sick due to the cancer running ramped in her blood stream. She has been fighting it, but recently, she lost that fight. My mom told me who my father was and were to find him. Even though I would be able to take care of myself, I still am not old enough to get a job, or drive a vehicle. So, I am currently standing in front of my fathers flat. I walked up to the door, going in and going to the elevator. A boy with blond hair came in after me, and pressed the button. due to my small figure, I cannot reach the button that is on the top. But, thankfully, he is going to the same floor. I clutched the note/will that my mother wrote before she passed away. After what felt like forever, the doors opened and the blond boy an I walked out. He looked at me strangely as I looked for the right flat number. When I finally found it, I found out the blond boy lives next door. I knocked on the door and heard some yelling. Then, some boy in a striped shirt, suspenders, and red pants opened the door. He looked at me and squealed, "OH MY CARROTS! YOUR ADORABLE"! I sighed and cleared my throat. I really hope this guy is just a friend, and not my father. "Sir, would you happen to know a Liam Payne"? he looked at me in disbelief. Maybe I should have talked in my kid voice, oh well. "YES! I know Liam. Why"? I didn't want to say that he was my father, because that would be intruding into not only my business, but his as well. "I need to speak with him. is he on the premises at that time being"? He just stared at me. I don't think the kid could understand what I was implying. "um, is he here I mean?" he immediately took off the stupid look, and nodded. "LIAM! THERE IS A VERY SMART MIDGETE HERE FOR YOU"! I shook my head in embaressment, not for me, for him. I wonder if he went to school. All of a sudden, a boy around the age of 19 came into view. I noticed a lot of simalarities between the two of us, We had the same face shape, the same nose, same eye color, and same hair. I looked like a smaller, female version of him. He also presented himself the same way as me; with his head held high, and a straight facial expression. "um, Louis, what are you yelling about"? I cleared my throat. "Excuse me, sorry to interrupt, but I have come with some serious, and saddening news. May I speak to you in private"? He looked a little surprised by my way of speaking, but I like to be organized, and professional. "yes. you may". he nodded his head and the boy walked back in the house and he closed the door. I took a deep breath "well, to start off, do you remember a girl named Isabella Reed? you were both around the age of 15-16". He thought for a moment then he must have rememberd because he asked, "how old are you"? I smiled at him, I may be a 3 year old genius, but having my daddy talk to me and ask my age is very big for me. "I am 3 1/2. I am going to be 4 soon". I smiled cheekily at him. he smiled back, and I guess he did the math in his head because he paled. "S-So, y-your my d-daughter"? I nodded. "Where is your mother"? I felt tears in my eyes. a few escaped, and I guess he noticed, because he picked me up and hugged me to his chest. "S-She passed away, didn't she"? I nodded my head and sobbed into his chest. He started moving towards the door, me still cradled in his arms. He sat down, and started sing softly to me, just like my mommy used to do, and I soon fell into the dark abyss called sleep.
Liam's POV
I sang her little things, and she fell asleep still buried in my chest. I sighed. Harry came into the living room, and saw the sleeping child in my arms. My sleeping child. "who is that"? Harry whisperd. I sighed, looking down at her and stroking her hair lightly. "My baby". I replied. I looked at him and his eyes looked like they were going to pop out of there sockets. "you are kidding me, right"? he whisperd shouted. I looked at him with tears in my eyes. "No, Harry. I'm not kidding. she's mine. And I have no clue what I a going to do. I don't know how to take care of her, especially since we are going on tour soon. I mean, she could go with us, but Simon would never allow it. And I literally met her 7 minutes ago, and I am already attatched. So, if she cant come with us, I'm quiting the band". By time I was finished, I had tears streaming down my face. "we will make Simon let you bring her. She is part of our family now. Plus, the band wouldn't be anywhere without you here". Niall said. by now, they all were siting in front of me. "ya, we probably would be in jail for horse napping if you didn't take the horse back before the owners saw it was missing". Zayne added. I laughed quitly. That was a crazy night. "ya, that was a crazy night. But, it is still early, and I think we should call Simon, considering that we leave tomorrow morning" . everyone nodded there head. I was about to pick up the phone, when there was a knock on the door. I got up, carefully, trying to not wake up my baby, and went to the door. I opened it, only to see Simon standing there. He had a smile on until he saw the sleeping child in my arms. "Liam, who is she? and why is she in your flat? Oh god, please tell me another fan didn't give her to you guys. Again". I sighed and montiond him in and sat on the couch followed by him. She started to wake up, rubbing her eyes with her fist's. I think we all had to surpress an 'Aww'. "um, Simon, I would like you to meet..". "Liam-Ann. My mother wanted to name me after my father". she smiled warmly at him. I had to admit, I was really surprised by her name. But I'm not saying it was a bad one, it's just different. Simon looked at her, then me, and his eyes widened. "Liam, is she your daughter"? I couldn't speak, I was afraid of what would come out. "I am Sir". she looked really professional. I finally found my voice. "yes Simon, she is my daughter. I was just about to call you when you knocked on the door. We were wondering if she could come with us, considering she has no other place to go". he sighed and held the bridge of his nose. "Liam, she will just be a distraction. plus, she will eventually need to go to school. She is a 3 year old girl, and I bet she doesn't have the slightest clue to what we are saying". I was just about to protest, when she did for me. "Sir, I am not trying to act unkindly to you, or disrespectful, but it seems to me that you just said I was as unintelligent. And yes, I might only be 3 years of age, but I am of high intellect for my age. I have already finished high school, under my mothers teaching. She was a professer at London's finest colledges, and also taught me 7 different languages. She also taught me how to play, the piano, flute, guitar, drums, and I also sing. I have done ballet, and finished just a week ago. I have also taken care of myself since I was 2 1/2 years, due to my mother having cancer. She has recently lost that battle, and I am in great need of a daddy. I have needed to take care of myself for so long, that I really need some support. And I would like to stay with my daddy, until I no longer need him. I will not be in the way, and I could also help out with things... Oh, and my neighbor also taught me some of his self defense/kill moves so that when I went to the store, I didn't get kidnaped and or attacked while I was out".
