So umm... That's Me? Some people wanted to know what I looked like😂 sooooo yeah... Please... Yeah I know. I'm ugly... We don't have to go through that but some of you were wondering so... Aha. Awkward. I'm not pretty so..
ANYWAYS. The chapter. Have fun!
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This chapter will be a little different..
It's gonna be in third person's view.
I dont know if I will do this a lot but I thought I would try it for this chapter.
THIRD POV
Ever since Emmy woke up this morning, she was just a cranky, fussy mess.
The boys hadn't a clue what was the problem.
She was grumpy from the second she first was with the boys. It was halfway through the day and she had already had multiple timeouts and past her limit of warnings. She was disobeying her Papa and ignoring all her daddies. She pushed away from Louis as he tried holding her and even smacked at Niall's hand as he tried fixing her hair.
Her first timeout was extended when she gave an attitude as Harry tried to talk it out with her.
The second time was when it was breakfast and Liam set down her bottle on her high chair, reaching to lift her out and into his lap. She had thrown the bottle, hitting Liam square in the nose and eye, sending him away with a bruised eye and slightly bloody nose. She had quite the throw.
Niall was the one planting a few testing smacks to her bum, and sending her yet to another 30 minute time out.
She had stayed silent after that, sitting quietly in her play pen as her toys were taken up for a punishment. Somehow she managed to receive her beary back just before she was put down for a nap without another consequence.
Emmy didn't sleep, rather just sulk in her crib, pouting. She was not tired and wasn't in the mood for doing nothing for two hours.
The boys were downstairs, watching a football match, oblivious to the noisy sounds coming from the baby monitor hinting that Emma had escaped from her cot.
There was no way she was going to sit in her crib for another hour and a half.
She reached for the door knob, quickly running towards the play room and hiding herself in there. The door was shut and she attempted multiple times to reach for her markers that were only suppose to be used when supervised by one of her Daddies. She knew they were suppose to be brought down by them only, but she wanted to draw. And asking them was not an option. She was suppose to be napping.
They wouldn't mind, would they?
Finally, with a loud clatter, the plastic box of markers fell to the floor, the loud noise still not heard by the rowdy boys who were yelling over the game.
The search for paper was tiring and unsuccessful; leaving Emmy to come up with another option.
45 minutes and many markers later, Emma had covered the bottom of the walls in scribbles and drawings. The art work was colorful and something like Picasso in her little eyes. But sleep quickly fell over her tiny body, and she ended on the floor, curled into her beary, and markers scattered around her.
Another 45 minutes passed, ending her nap time and Louis made his way up the stairs praying that her nap might have changed her previous sour mood.
When he caught sight of an empty crib and her blanket on the floor, confusion and many other emotions ran through him.
"Emmy," Louis called out in question, searching the small remains of her room.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Daddy?
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...
