One Direction Preferences

Louis Tomlinson Imagine

His knuckles knocked on the door in front of him, barricading him from entering his daughter's bedroom with all due respect to her privacy. He could hear you downstairs preparing and setting out dinner for the day, pots and pans being knocked against each other and the rattling of cutlery as you dug around for a wooden spoon to stir the pasta sauce. When he gained no reply, he knocked louder and sighed out softly as he turned the knob on the door and pushed it open with his bare foot.

"Poppet, dinner's done. Mum's made your favourite," he stated as he poked his head around the door and took in the room's mess. Her school bag was thrown haphazardly with her folders falling from the insides, and her clothes that she'd worn to college - now replaced with her pyjamas and an old jersey of Louis' - that afternoon were thrown into the corner in a heap of dirty clothes. "Spencer, you awake?" He asked, stepping onto the plush carpet of her room and leaning against the wall of the room.

"M'fine, dad. Just, need to finish something off," Spencer mumbled into her pillow, a sniffle following soon after which she hoped was muffled by the pillow but knew it wasn't when she felt her father's hand rubbing her shoulder soothingly. She sat up from her laying position on the bed, kicking the duvet from her body and leaning against the wall that the bed was pressed against in the far corner of the room. Her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks were red, and her lips were wet and moist and shining beneath the light of her bedroom.

And that's when Louis knew what happened.

For the past two to three weeks, Spencer and her boyfriend were going through troubles. Relationship troubles that happened occasionally between the two of them and these troubles were seeable to Louis and yourself. You and Louis had both experienced the arguments and the fights and the commitment problems from the early days of your dating relationship - and you considered yourself as one of the luckier couples to pull through - so the both of you were understanding when Spencer came home with anger towards the boy she'd fallen for.

"What's he done now?"

A scoff left her lips as she watched Louis take the seat beside her on the bed, the cuffs of his joggers rolling up his legs as he crossed one ankle over his other as he let his feet hang over the side of the bed. He leant on one elbow nearing his daughter as she picked at her nails and toyed with her fingers that sat in her lap.

"He kissed another girl in front of me. Like, he text me to go and meet him and I went to his locker where he said he'd meet me and I caught him in a make-out session with this skank," she sniffed, tears dropping from her eyes as she looked up to the ceiling to avoid eye contact with her father. "He dumped me in front of everyone and they all laughed and joked about and he humiliated me, dad. He humiliated me! He's been doing this for weeks!" She cried, heart-wrenching sobs leaving her throat as Louis sat up and sighed.

"Sweetheart-"

"No. The worst thing is that he took the one thing I should have saved for someone else! I loved him that much, I gave it to him only to regret it days after when someone told me he'd been out with some other girl," she sobbed, her cheeks flushed and burning as she cried into the crook of Louis' neck, her tears wetting the skin showing from the white t-shirt covering his upper body. As she confessed something that was bottling up inside of her, Louis couldn't help but feel disgusted. Disgusted at the fact that the boy she had loved so much stole the one important thing from her and abused it - to make his little girl a laughing stock and another check to his endless list of girls he could say was a good fuck.

"Spence, poppet, come here," he whispered, pulling his eldest onto his lap as she cried into his neck and gripped onto the white t-shirt of his chest with white knuckles. "I have every right to go and rip the boy's bollocks off because he's hurt my little girl. But your mother won't be happy with me for doing that. He's not worth your tears, baby. Okay? Yes, I'm so disappointed in you for having sex and losing your virginity at such a young age, but who am I to complain? I lost mine at 16."

"Dad, shut up. I really don't want to know about your sex-life," Spencer cringed, her voice muffled by the way her face was pressed against his chest.

"But, you've got me and your mother and you've got Noah and Matthew. We're here to give you cuddles and I can always sneak you some ice-cream when your mother is asleep. You're not in this alone. I know how tough it is going through a break-up - your mum was my best friend before I got together with her and I'd seen a fair share of her break-ups. Much to say, they always ended up in her crying and then me and her would go out and get drunk and everything would blow over in the end," Louis smiled, looking to the doorway where his youngest son - 6 years old - Matthew was standing.

"Daddy, mummy said dinner's done."

"Alright, mate. We'll be down in a second, okay? Tell mummy that me and Spencer are just having a little chat," Louis said as Matthew nodded and ran back down the stairs, with his feet banging heavily with each step he took down the wooden steps. "Come on, poppet. Let's go and eat some food."

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"Daddy, how did you know mummy was the lady you wanted to marry?" Matthew asked, a string of spaghetti hanging from his lips. "Like, how did you know you loved mummy?"

"How did I know I loved mummy? Well, that's a story for another time, munchkin. Maybe I'll tell you later on when I give you your bath, yeah?" Louis cooed as he looked across the table at you, and sent you a wink before grabbing a piece of kitchen paper and wiping his youngest's mouth free of sauce and spaghetti remnants. "Now, who wants ice-cream? I think mummy brought a pot for each of you this morning from the shop. Let's go eat some of that and then we can watch some TV, yeah?"

A chorus of 'yeah's sounded from the table as he watched his two sons jump up and run into the kitchen with you following behind them in a rush with a pile of plates in your hands. Spencer stayed put at her space at the table, her fingers tapping against the wood as she stared at her glass of lemonade on the coaster.

"Hey," Louis whispered, shuffling up the seats and perching himself on Noah's seat, "once I get the boys in bed, I'll come in and we'll have a snuggle like we used to, yeah? He's not worth your sadness, poppet. You'll find someone that loves you just as much as I love your mother, okay? You'll get that someday soon."

"I'm so glad your my dad. I love you so much," Spencer whispered as she looked to Louis and sent him a warm smile - a smile that was one of the first smiles she'd given since the incident at college that afternoon.

"I love you too, poppet. I love you too."