"What is it," Harry replied, in his british accent that make over 10 million girls in the world melt. Little did I know, this british dude was going to be my dad. And who's Louis?, you ask.... my daddy. They tell me to call Louis "daddy", and Harry "dad".
"I know you've been looking for a daughter. Well, I have the cutest baby girl who can't even talk yet. You can re-name her Darcy before she ever even know her name was Emma. Trust me, dear. This one.... is the one," Mrs. Ann replied in her piped up british voice. Even though Harry- I mean....dad- has a deep voice, you can really tell the resemblance between them by their voices.
"Really? Mom are you sure? You seem to be a bit off on things, and you know exactly what I mean. That PINK bycicle you bought me? It was supposed to be red! I was stuck with that pink bike for two WHOLE years!" Harry said. I could tell he was going to be nice, but strict at times. I can't wait to live with my new dad and daddy. Wait....why am I saying all this? No one likes me....
Harry walked in and his eyes popped open. Oh no..... does he like me? Or not? "She's.....
