The next day, I woke up to the sound of Louis screaming "GET UP!" into a bullhorn by my ear.
I sat up quickly, which caused to me to hit my head on the bullhorn. "Lou!" I screeched. "What are you DOING?!"
He laughed. "Just some daddy-daughter bonding!"
It was really weird to hear "daddy-daughter" from him, because even though he was technically my dad, I thought of him more as a big brother. Maybe even a family friend. But he didn't seem like my dad, or anybody's, to be honest.
So I retorted with, "Not much like bonding if you ask me."
He glared at me playfully, then pulled me down the stairs to the kitchen that smelled like waffles and oddly, paint. Probably from my room.
I grabbed a waffle off the plate in the middle of the counter. Then I spread Nutella on it, licked the Nutella off, and then ate the actual waffle.
Judge me, whatever.
I found it harder and harder to keep from saying anything about Louis and Harry the night before that finally I lost it, ran into my bed on Louis and Harry's floor, and screamed, "LOUIS AND HARRY ARE DATING!" as loud as I could into my pillow.
I felt a lot better after that.
I don't like secrets.
