Author's Note: So that picture on the side ;)
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Henry’s P.O.V.
I watch as my daughter practically jumps out of her own skin at the sound of my voice. What was she expecting? Did she think that I would be happy with her wasting time like this on a day when there’s so much to be done? And to make things worse, she’s with him. It looks like my plan might be a bit more difficult than I anticipated.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. President. I’m Louis-“
“I know who you are,” I say, cutting him off. He had stood up and held his hand out to me. I really don’t want to shake it, but I suppose I have to if I want to keep this up. So I grasp his hand and shake it firmly, all the while keeping a strong gaze on him.
“We were just talking, Dad. We’re on our way to the kitchen. Gretchen needed our help.” Amelia stands up and smoothes out her dress.
“Well can’t the two of you accomplish that without taking your sweet time sitting in the hallway and sharing your life stories? How much have you told him?” I’m honestly surprised that my tone is so calm, because my thoughts certainly are not.
“Sir, I know she’s having a difficult time today. I’m going through a lot of hell too, and I wanted her to know that she’s got someone that understands what she’s going through. I was just trying to be there for her.”
“With all due respect Mr. Tomlinson, I don’t need you to be there for my daughter. Her support system is plenty fine the way it is”
“As if.” My eyes shoot to Amelia when I hear her mutter under her breath. I have to bite down quite hard on my tongue to keep myself from saying or doing anything stupid.
“If the two of you have a job to do, then go on and get it done. I don’t have the time to deal with you today.” I give Louis a hard look, and gesture for him to head on down the hallway. Amelia tries to follow him, but I grab her arm before she can. I wait until Louis is out of earshot before I whisper in my daughter’s ear. “Don’t plan on getting close to him. That’s all I’m going to say.” I let her go and head in the opposite direction without giving her another look.
Amelia’s P.O.V.
I’ve had my father give me a stern talking to before, and he’s certainly been angry with me. But the way he just spoke to me gives me a really bad feeling. Why is he so concerned about Louis? He’s never really cared about who I hang around with because he’s always so busy. But I just can’t shake the look he had in his eyes and the way he grabbed my arm. There has to be something he isn’t telling me, right? The only time he takes an extreme interest in the people in my life are when they make him look bad. As much as I try to rack my brain, I can’t think of any way that Louis would reflect badly on my father. The only thing that comes to mind is the fact that Louis has tattoos, but that just doesn’t explain the coldness and the harshness in my father’s tone. This whole situation just doesn’t make any sense to me. Maybe I’m making too big a deal out of it and blowing things out of proportion like I always do. I’ve got to try and get all of this out of my head until my dad actually gives me something to worry about.
After taking a few moments to myself, I start walking down the hallway again until I get to Louis. He’s just sort of standing there, and I wonder why he hasn’t gone to the kitchen until I remember he’s got no idea where it is.
“Hey, what was that all about back there? Did I make him mad?” He runs a hand through his messy hair, a sympathetic looks in his eyes.
“I’m not really sure,” I say with a sigh. “I have a bad habit of reading into things too much, and I don’t want to make myself worry in case it’s nothing.”
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Swing (A Louis Tomlinson Fan-Fiction)
Fanfiction“So what made you think you could take a life, and just push it, push it, around? I guess to build yourself up so high, you had to take her and break her down.” --- When the girl you love has such an influential father, your relationship isn’t going...
