Strings Attached. (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter Fourteen

I'm here in LA to take care of some family business. My real dad.

I dress myself in a simple tee shirt and shorts, leaving my hair in a messy bun. I drive over to my dads house- if he even deserves to be called my dad. That bastard never acted like a father to me and Ali.

My hands shake as I knock on his front door. Damn, maybe I should've brought my bodyguard with me.

He answers the door with a scowl. "You."

"H-Hi." I stutter out, my heart beating faster. "Can we talk?"

"What could you possibly say to me?" He spits out, his hand clutching the door handle so hard his knuckles are white.

Honestly. Why am I here? I don't really have a game plan going into this. Just try and talk to the man who claimed he was my father.

"I just wanna talk." I finally say.

"Fine." Dad snaps, opening the door for me. Cautiously, I step inside. "You wanna talk? Talk."

My breathing hitches for a moment. I can't think of anything to say. For years I've been questioning why my dad left us, and now I can't say anything.

Surprisingly, he speaks up. "You know, I've been seeing those pictures you and your dumbass boyfriend post about you two in bed and having sex. It's disgusting. I didn't raise you to be such a slut."

"You didn't fucking raise me!" I scream at the top of my lungs, already pissed. "You bloody left me, mum and Ali all by ourselves for years! Paul raised me! You didn't! Paul is a better father to the four of us then you were and will ever be."

"Now listen here, young lady." He snaps at me, his voice dropping. "You do not come into my household and yell at me, you hear me?"

"I can do whatever I want." I snap. "I'm an adult. You and mum divorced. You may be my father by blood, but you will never be a father to me."

"Don't you dare-"

"Paul actually cares about me! He never once thought about abandoning our family because he loves us! Something you'll never know about."

"Get out of this fucking house and never come back!" He screams at me, shoving me towards the door.

I run out of his house, sobbing. Was the a successful mission or not?