One Direction's Daughter

Chapter 4

~Savannah’s POV~

I wasn’t lying when I said I had never seen anyone cook. That’s just not why I’m staying in the kitchen. When they said living room, it reminded me of back there, where I would get beaten at least once every day. I couldn’t go into their living room. What if it was like the one there?

I watched as Harry prepared the chicken and cooked the noodles. He looked at me.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go into the living room?” he asked. “It’s not that interesting watching me prepare supper.”

“I’m sure,” I said. “I want to watch you. It is interesting.”

“You want to watch me?” he asked, coming closer and bending down in front of me. “Or you don’t want to go into the living room?” He gave me a look, and I couldn’t help but crack.

“I don’t wanna go in the living room,” I said quietly. “It’s where they’d hurt me, every single day; once a day if I’m lucky.” His eyes went wide, and tears fell from mine. “I can’t.” He wrapped his arms around me, and I cried into his shoulder.

“Sshh,” he said, rubbing my back. “It’s ok. You don’t have to go in there if you don’t want to. Would you rather help me cook than watch me?” I thought about it and nodded. I mean, it’s worth a shot.

 

~Liam’s POV~

“Louis, stop jumping on the couch!” I said, and Louis pouted before sitting down with his arms crossed.

“Dinner!” Harry called, and all of us got up and went into the kitchen, Niall ahead of everyone.

We walked into the kitchen and saw Savannah and Harry standing there, finishing putting the food on everyone’s plates.

“You helped?” Niall asked, looking at her.

“She looked like she wanted to,” Harry said. “So I let her. She’s really handy.” He smiled at her, and she smiled back. They placed the plates down on the table, and we sat down. We started eating, and it tasted amazing.

“This is delicious!” Niall exclaimed. “The chicken tastes like Nando’s, but better!” Our eyes went wide. Niall always thought Nando’s was the best food. He always complimented Harry, but never said that. We all looked over at Harry and Savannah, and Harry smiled while Savannah blushed.

“Savannah said she learned something that she wanted to try on the chicken,” he said.

 “It was something my mum had taught me before she passed,” she said quietly. “I may have been 6 at the time, but I’ll remember it forever.”

“What was your mum’s name?” I asked carefully.

“Rebecca,” she said. “Rebecca Braun-Duarte. My dad’s name was Dwaine Duarte. Well, that’s what my mom said.”

 “Where have I heard that last name before?” Niall muttered to himself. We ate our supper while he thought, Savannah just picking at it, and just as he was about to take the last bite his eyes flew wide open and he dropped his fork. We looked at him confused as he hopped up and ran over to Savannah. She stood there as he hugged her really tight.

“You are related to Fernando Duarte, are you not?!” he asked really excitedly. Her eyebrows pulled tight into confusion.

“Grandpa Nando?” she asked. Niall’s eyes went wide once again.

“That’s how they got the name!” he exclaimed. “I always wondered how they got the name Nando’s. It’s so obvious! Nando is in the name Fernando.” He slapped his forehead. “You are now officially my idol!” Savannah stood there, confused.