Who's your daddy?|| l.t & h.s

Chapter 6||

Dedicated to floridagirl1122 because they inspired me to continue 💜

Watching as Jack didn't close my door agitated me,"asshole" I whispered to myself. I heaved myself up to a seating position, which by the way was a horrible idea 'cause my bum was hurting.....once again. Seeing as I was dirty I walked into my bathroom again not bothering to close the bathroom door and turned on the shower, not caring if it was warm or freezing cold.

Stepping in I let the water wash away the worries and replaced it with pleasure instead. I'm lathering my body up with my lavender scented body wash and i felt a breeze, for a fact i left my bathroom door open but no windows where open. Peeking behind the shower curtain I saw nothing out of ordinary. My mind was playing tricks on me.

Resuming back to my shower, I quickly finished and got out the shower. Rapping a fluffy towel I walked to my closet and choose an adorable panties and an adorable top.

Once I was done changing I felt hungry and decided I needed a small snack. I looked at the time on my phone, 1:25 p.m.

Should I go for a snack or not? You know what fuck it today's earlier events drained my energy.

Slipping on some booty shorts and fuzzy socks I went out my precious sanctuary and into the creepy hallway that leads to the grand staircase.

Thank god the water had somewhat relaxed my muscles, so getting down the stairs wasn't a big issue.

Walking until I saw the door that leads into the kitchen area. One of my favorite persons on this planet was always on the other side of that white door. Cody.

Cody was the head master of all the maids that work here. He is the most sweetest man I ever meet. Although he was tough in the exterior, I knew he was a soft squishy marshmallow in the interior. I was the only one he showed me that side of him. And vice versa. He is the only one to know who the true Louis is. He is the first father figure in my life, way before Rob; my first ever step dad, came along. Cody was the first to carry me once I was born, hell he was even the one to cut my cord and name me because my mother wouldn't bother to even glance at me. Always busy with her company. Over the years I never really bonded with her until I told her and rob I liked a boy in primary school. That year mom took me shopping and by obvious observation her nickname for me was always Boobear.

Pushing the kitchen door I stepped inside the busy kitchen area. Everybody stopped what they were doing and look down to the floor. I never bothered to know why they did that every time I walked in. Clearing my throat, "Where is Cody at?", a small lady that I know as my nanny Kathryn stepped forward,"he's running errands and he won't be back at all later, would you like a light snack my sweet boy?".

"Strawberry yogurt with grinded granola bars and more sliced up strawberries, I'll be waiting on the counter", I simply stated and walked towards the tall stool by the black granted counter tops. Climbing up and careful not to fall since I'm short as fuck. It was quite for a couple more seconds before the kitchen came back to life.

Fuck I muttered under my breath since I forgot my phone all the way to my room.

"Such faul words coming out of such an innocent mouth", I turned my head towards the doorway that lead to the dinning room and the husky,deep voice.

"Its you. What do you want?", I scuffed towards him.

"I just wanted to see who was the son of my girlfriend, is all", some how that fuled my anger just a tad bit more. Harry stod up straight as he walked the distance between us. He took a seat to my left and sat on the stool, his legs touching the ground while mine dangled. Sad.

"You know who I am now leave me alone", a glare appeared on my face. Lips pouting and my eyebrows scrunched up together. Harry took one look at me before he smirked in my direction.

"Now why would I want that?, tell me Louis how old are you?", he turned his body to face mine.

"16", I blankly stated while my gaze never left across the wall from me, avoiding Harry's eyes purposely in hopes to get him the hint that I don't want to talk to him at all.

Clearing his throat to suppress the tension and awkwardness that had fallen after my short and straight to the point answer. "Okay then so ho-", he was about to throw another question at me but I cut him off.

"You know Harry, or mom's new boy toy as I know you, you don't have to know shit about me. Because I know you won't be here much longer. I didn't bother knowing the other boy toys of mom's and I won't start now. So do me a massive favorite and fuck off and let me in peace that would be great, excellent better yet. Now go", as I spoke my mind I noticed I was now looking eye to eye with Harry. His mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"Wow okay...I guess I'll be going." , harry stood up and walked out the kitchen and to some other part of the house. I know I'm not an easy person but really? This guy wants to know about me? I can't believe a single thing. All of mom's boy toys wanted fame, luxury gifts; that my mom would give them, and money of course.

To be completely honest I sort of felt bad for bring rude but it's hard when all your life you built your walls so thick and high that you don't want someone to crash it down at any given moment. Even for just a single second.

{I've been having this in my draft since July 29,2k16, like wow. Took me long enough😪}