Chasing Evelyn

chasing evelyn || l.t.

Evelyn Higgin's pov. 

  "Dad," I shouted from upstairs. "Have you seen my shoes?" 

  "What would you need them for?" he startled me, showing up in the doorway, fixing his shirt. "Going somewhere?" 

  "Yes, dad, I'm nineteen. Let me live a little." I retorted angrily, hoping we weren't having this conversation once again.

  Ever since I turned twelve my father turned into an over protective obsessive man. And it wasn't like he abused me or treated me wrong. He just always thought he knew what was best for me every single minute of the day. 

  My father was an exceptional man and had just about the best job in the world. Travelling from country to country, going to concerts, eating at five-star restaurants for free every night and the best part about it...he was the world's most famous british, irish boyband's bodygaurd. The one and only, Paul Higgins. 

  "We are in a country that you don't know," he snapped and breathed calmly. "I will not let you live a little until we are home."  The best part for me is that when he travels, I travel. I would stay home if my mother was still alive. Unfortunately she died when I was seven. My mum was the most interesting woman you could have met. Everything about her was beautiful and captivating. 

  I don't remember much about her besides her beautiful long brown hair and her piercing green eyes. I thought she was the most stunning lady in the world. Don't all daughters think that though? 

  "Well if you would let me meet the boys, maybe I could have some friends other than Lillian." Lillian was my only friend and when I say only friend, I mean I have just one. She understands how much I have to travel because of who my father is and she still sticks by my side. We've been bestfriends since the second grade. 

  "I think Lillian is just a fine friend for you." he nodded and avoided my gaze. I sat down on the edge of my bed. "Trust me Eve," he called me my nickname in hopes it would work. "They will snatch you up like bait darling. They haven't really seen a girl that wasn't screaming in their face that was nineteen." dad tried to explain but I shook my head and sighed. 

  "Maybe I want a boyfriend dad," I said quietly. "Oliver was horrible to me and I don't know anything different than that." 

  "That's not true." he said quickly. "You know what it feels like to be treated right don't lie to yourself." there was an eerie silence between us. "I've been treating you right your whole life." 

  "Right," I sighed. "I'm sorry dad. I just want to meet them, okay? I mean, you see them every day. I just want to know, just one time." I chewed on my bottom lip. 

  He hesitated. "Alright," he choked out. "But no swapping numbers, no flirting, no nothing." he pointed a finger at me and I mentally did a little dance. "Tonight we're all going out to dinner at a really fancy restaurant to celebrate how the tour is going. It's suit and tie." I looked down at my fathers apparel. Suit and tie. "Be ready in forty five minutes!"  he walked out and I grinned, sqeauling and rushing to get ready. 

  I wandered throughout my massive closet since we did have quite a lot of money and found the dress section. I picked out a plain black tight dress, that flattered my breasts and butt with a sweetheart neckline, making my breasts appear bigger. I matched it with a sparkly silver clutch and some sparkly silver pumps. 

  My makeup was always simple, and my brown long hair that reached mid back was always curly so not much needed to be down besides touching up on blush, mascara, and lip gloss. Which I all stuck in my clutch. 

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  My leg bounced up and down nervously as we sat in the limo, waiting to arrive at the place. The long car came to a stop and I looked out the window. There were hundreds of fans gathering and the sign for the restaurant read, Italiano's. 

  Dad guided and shoved me through the fans who were screaming my name and my dad's name. It still all weird to get used to because I wasn't even close to famous. They only knew me because of what my dad did and who he worked for. Never in my life did I think this would happen. 

  "Whose all going to be here?" I asked my dad as soft music replaced the screams of desperate girls and he placed a hand on the small of my back guiding me towards the back with a nod towards the front desk lady. 

  "Just the boys, and their parents." My heart rate sped up. Their parents? I'm going to make a fool out of myself for sure. "And you and I." he smiled and kept his cool somehow. He's used to this, he knows them. But they don't know me. I fixed my hair and sucked my teeth making sure there was no lip gloss. "You look stunning, don't worry." Dad assured me when he noticed me freaking out a little. 

  We reached the table to see the boys chatting with their parents about the tour and life on the road. Harry lifted his head towards me and nudged the person next to him, Louis. Soon all conversation stopped and everyone's eyes fixated on me. My hands began shaking nervously. 

  "Boys, this is my daughter. Evelyn." he gestured towards me and Louis smiled at me with a handsome grin. I always like his smile the best. Okay that sounded creepy. "Eve, these are the boys." 

  "Louis close your mouth, your gettin' drool on you suit and trousers." I'm assuming a lady who was his mum teased him and he glared at her. 

  "Mum," he whispered in a warning tone and the other lads nudged, shoved and poked him repeatedly. I blushed like wildfire as they teased him. Louis stood up and came around the table, pulling back a nice chair for me. "For you," he held out his hand and I took it, sitting down. Dad sat down next to me and all the boys stared at me. 

  "Boys," dad glared. "Remember what I said, this is your warning." 

  "Dad," I shushed him and he shook his head. 

  "So Evelyn," Liam smiled at me. "Your accent sounds different..where you from?" he asked kindly and everyone fixated their eyes on me once again. 

  "Well, we lived in Austria for quite some time and then I moved here so my accent got all...weird, I guess." I shrugged. 

  "I like it," Louis smiled. 

  "Me too," Harry agreed. "It's unique and adorable." 

  "Watch yourself Harry." dad warned again.

  "You heard the man back down." Harry's mum intervined. I giggled and took a sip of my water that was already sat in front of me. 

  "So, Evelyn...have a boyfriend?" Harry asked. Painful memories of abuse began piling into my head and I look down to stop the upcoming tears. "Are you ok?" 

  "You made the lass cry! Darling come here." A lady that had to be Niall's mum pulled me in for a hug. 

  "Harry, really?" My dad stood up and asked angrily with a red face. 

  "I-I'm sorry. What did I do?" he stuttered out of fear. 

  "I'm fine." I stood and made dad sit down. Louis looked at me with sympathetic eyes. "If you'll excuse me..." I walked away from the table and into the ladies room.

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