Baker Girl <Louis Tomlinson>

THIRTYTWO

Edited.

"Oh my god, it is you!" He said as he walked over to me, picking me up and spinning me around. He put me down and i backed away from him, I held on to Louis. He must of sensed that he wasn't a good man because he gripped my waist tighter as he put his arm around me. I relaxed a little knowing Louis was there with me.

"Hi dad." I muttered quietly. 2 years, 2 fucking years and he just shows up at a concert.

"I never new you could sing." He mumbled quietly and I let myself out of Louis grip as walked over to him. His face lit up and i just tiptoed up to him, standing just a couple of inches away from his face.

"That's because you were always to drunk to remember!" I whispered before turning around and walking away. Tears pooling at the corners of my eyes. I walked over to the boys, shaking my head.

"Come on boys." I said as i began to walk away.

"Lily, WAIT!" He shouted and I stopped before I spun round.

"NO DAD, I WAITED TWO FUCKING YEARS FOR YOU TO BE MY DAD AFTER WHAT HAPPENED, i'm done waiting." I said as tears fell from my eye and his face fell.

"I promise i've changed." He whispered and I turned around, shaking my head, wiping the fallen tears away.

"I don't trust you." I mumbled although nobody could hear me though. I climbed in to the car and sunk in to my seat. It was an half hour journey from the arena to our hotel. I placed my headphones in and turned it up full blast. I stared out of the window, not interacting with one soul. I couldn't face to talk about it, my dad ruined my teenage life and ever since i lost mum, it was just a complete mess. I let the tears stream down my face, not caring that all the boys were staring at me and I could feel there eyes on me. Louis gripped my knee tightly, trying to comfort me.

We arrived back at the hotel and I could see flashing which meant I new the paps were here, then came the screaming from the fans and all i wanted to do was scream myself. I sighed and hopped out of the car, making my way in to the hotel.

"Are you okay?" Louis whispered in to my ear as we made our in to the lobby.

"I need to tell you something." I whispered and he nodded, gripping my hand tighter.

We said good night to the boys as we both made out way to our hotel room.

"I'm just going to have a bath and I promise i'll tell you after." I softly spoke as I walked in to the bathroom. I run my self a nice hot bath, candles and relaxing music. I sighed as i sunk my body in too the hot bubbly water, laying back with my eyes shut, wanting to drown my sorrows. I sighed as I sat up and started to sob my heart out. Why did my dad have to show up? No wonder i was so nervous, I had every right to be. I should of guessed he would of turned up. I sat there for a while when Louis knocked on the door, knocking me out of whatever day dream I was in.

"Everything okay?" He said from the other side of the door.

"Ye-yeah. Just getting out." I murmured and made my way out of the bath. I wrapped my self up in my towel, putting my robe on over it. I shoved my hair into a messy bun and splashed my face with cold water. I opened the door too see Louis sitting on the edge of the bed. He smiled at me and walked over to me. He wrapped his big warm arms around me.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He said as he kissed me on the top of my head.

"I will be once i tell you this." I let out a shaky breath and I pulled him over to the bed, and folded my legs underneath eachother. "Promise me you won't leave?"

"I promise." He said kissing my cheek and taking my hands in his.

"When i was little about 12, my mum was diagnosed with cancer and sadly she didn't survive." I could feel myself getting upset. He went to say something but i shook my head. "My mum was my rock, we did everything together, we spent hours singing, dancing, and cooking, we really did everything together. My dad was my hero but when my mum died, my dad turned to alcohol and he turned abusive. He would come home and beat me, mentally and physically. It was like that for 4 years and I wanted my mum more than anything but she was gone. When i was 16, that was when i was raped and I literally hit rock bottom. I turned to drugs, i turned to alcohol and I would cut my wrists. I wanted to forget all the pain. When i was 17, I was so fed up for feeling like crap that I upped and moved too America. My mum left me 6 million pounds and that's how i had my own bakery, my flash car, Molly and A posh apartment. Not a day goes by when i don't think of my mum."