Erin [editing]

THIRTY| the bad daddy

تحية للجميع
(Hello everyone),
I usually don't post on Mondays but we've reached 3K reads and I'm so proud of this!
My goal was 2K by this month but we've reached 3K in one months time since 1K!
Thank you all so, so much for sticking with me through this.
It's nowhere near done so keep reading if you'd like!
Please enjoy!
شكرا
(thank you)
-TS

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"Erin!" Louis called from downstairs.

I groaned and stretched in my bed. It's nine in the fucking morning, meaning that it's nine in the fucking morning too early for this shit. Why the hell is Louis even up? He usually doesn't get out of bed till twelve on most days. I groaned loudly as I sat up in my bed and pushed my hair out of my face. I grabbed a hair tie on my nightstand and put the untamed mess up in a bun. While slipping on my slippers, I lazily rubbed my tired face. I stood and walked downstairs to see Louis wearing his natural attire: sweatpants, a beanie, and a hoodie.

"What the hell, dude," I groaned.

"Don't call me dude," Louis scoffed. "I'm no cook but apparently you are, so cook us breakfast darlin', I'm starved."

"You woke me up to cook fucking breakfast?" I growled.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today," Louis muttered.

"At least I have a side," I growled.

"Ouch," he said and rolled his eyes. "I'm shit at cooking! Especially pancakes, you should've saw the last ones I made."

"Where's your wife, Harry?" I asked.

"All the lads are out with family," Louis sighed. "So they left me with you."

I sat on the stool in the kitchen. "Why can't we just order breakfast?"

"Harry hates when we order things," Louis noted.

"Let's go out then," I shrugged.

"You want to go out?" Louis asked.

"Anythings fine by me as long as I don't have to fucking cook," I slurred sleepily.

I'm so fucking sleepy, I've never been this tired in my life. I didn't go to sleep last night till six in the morning. I got caught up texting Monroe, turns out, she and Blair are coming back today, just dandy.

"I would let you out like this," said Louis as he motioned to my attire. "But you have to put on some pants."

I groaned and went upstairs. I put on a hoodie, some of Louis's sweatpants that I stole, and some sandals called chacos. I think Niall got them for me a while back, I don't fucking know anything right now. I grabbed my wallet and my phone before heading back downstairs. Once I was downstairs, Louis and I went out the door into his car.

"Where're we even going?" I asked.

"McDonalds has good breakfast, cheers," Louis shrugged as he started to drive off.

When he finally arrived at McDonalds, he parked and we got out immediately. No one ever comes to McDonald's for breakfast, unfortunately. There's always those "aesthetic as fuck" people who go on morning jogs, or they either do their lame as fuck morning yoga. Hell, I even bet some people try to write in a fucking journal every morning, so fucking pathetic. And after they finish being "aesthetic as fuck" they become "basic as fuck" and go to either Starbucks or Chic-Fil-A to eat breakfast. I rolled my eyes at the thought, I fucking hate people. As Louis and I walked in, I noticed that there was only an old couple and some guy with pajama pants and a hoodie on in here. We went up and ordered. Once we did, we got our teas and sat down to wait for our order to be called.