Emmy's POV
I jolted awake as yet another roll of thunder echoed through the air. I took in a shaky breath, turning my head towards the Disney princess clock on the dresser. 2:44am. After they had woken me from my nap yesterday, the power was still out and the storm was only left with rain. It was only just before dinner when it had come back on.
I sighed, stuffing my face in my bear as lightning lit up the small room and thunder shook the walls. Why can't the storm go away? As I lay on my back, I turned my head as my door creaked open, a tall silhouette walked into the room. Shuffling closer, I realized it was Louis as he peeked down over the edge of the crib. "Hey, bubs. How you doing?" He said softly, picking me up under my shoulders and placing me on his hip. Blue eyes watched mine with concern as I shoved my face in his neck as waves of lightning and thunder filled the air. He coo'ed, wiping the one tear that left my eye. I hated loud noises and that's part of the reason storms bothered me so. "Here I know what will help." He muttered under his breath. My eyebrows crossed in confusion as I watched him walk out of the nursery and down the stairs to the kitchen.
Quietly, he opened and shut cabinets, trying to find something. My head lifted up slightly as I watched his movements. It left me puzzled as he made a bottle of milk, sticking it in the microwave to heat it up. Was that for me? Oh, yeah. I am suppose to be a "baby". Right. I have to admit the attention I was receiving was alluring to accept but I just couldn't do it. Could I? I almost wanted to but it's so wrong. They kidnapped me.
Louis cradled me, holding me to his chest like a baby. It was almost bridal style, yet not. He rocked back and forth, bouncing ever so slightly. I couldn't deny that it was comforting and almost distracted me from the storm outside. The microwave beeped almost inaudibly and my eyes followed his movements as he shook the bottle mixing it up. His eyes found mine and he carefully raised the bottle to my lips. I shook my head, stuffing my face in his chest. "C'mon, baby. It'll help you." He whispered stroking my hair. My eyes darted back to his and then to the bottle in his hands. It couldn't be that bad, right? His eyes pouted ever so slightly. "Please." Another whisper fell past his lips. I must be crazy if I'm going to do this. Once again, he lifted the bottle towards me only this time I accepted, opening my mouth slightly. A small grin played on his lips as he pushed the nipple of the bottle into my mouth. I fluttered my eyes as he held the bottle for me as I drank from it, a warm liquid filling my body. It wasn't bad. In fact, it was almost good. A hint of vanilla was also there. Louis smiled down at me, watching as I drank and looked back to him. One of my fists somehow managed to fist his tshirt gently.
Soft coos left his mouth as he swayed back and forth, whispering sweet nothings as I continued to drink. I kept eye contact with him as he still held the bottle to my mouth. "You're such a pretty little girl, Emmy. Papa loves you, you know that? He's so glad that you're here. All your daddies are. We all love you so much." He trailed off, holding me close to his chest. My eyes eventually closed, my mouth still sucking away at the milk. The warm substance sending a comforting feeling through my body, causing a wave of tiredness to come over. I hadn't even noticed I had emptied the bottle until Louis removed it from my mouth and placed it on the counter. "Good girl." He whispered, hosting me up higher so my head rested on his shoulder now. My eyes stayed closed, holding on to him as I tried not to fall asleep right there. The whole way to the nursery, Louis continued to whisper to me, comforting me more than I thought was possible. Instead of placing me in the crib like I thought, he sat in a rocking chair I never really took notice to. The rocking motion that consumed me sent a relaxed feeling through my body as my limp figure laid against Lou. "Go back to sleep, Emmy, baby." He lulled, rubbing my back tenderly.
The last thing I remember before falling into a deep sleep was a kiss pressed the corner of my eye and being placed in the crib again.
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Fanfiction*** story is no longer active. It is reimagined in another book of mine called wildflower *** Emma was 15 years old. She had a hard life at home and was never really cared for. One Direction had watched her for a long time. They decided that it was...
