Adopted by One Direction

Lily's POV: Ch. 29

➡Lily's POV: September 2, Saturday

I wake up, not knowing where I am. Then I hear soft snores behind me and I turn around quickly. Mummy is laying her head on Daddy's shoulder and Daddy is laying his head on her head.

I giggle softly and stand up on their legs so I can reach their faces. Then I poke Daddy's nose. Daddy wakes up and makes his leg kick the covers which I start laughing at which leads to Mummy waking up.

"Daddy kicked t-the c-covers!" I giggle out.

Mummy smiles and looks at Daddy who explains, "She poked my nose! And I jerked awake and, well, reflex..." He finishes.

"Daddy, that didn't make sense," I say and plop onto his legs, looking up at him.

He kisses my nose real soft and tickles me quickly. I squeal and Daddy leaps off the bed and starts to run around.

"Daddy! Come back!" I shout and start to chase him.

"Daddy! Hazza says you can't run in really tight jeans so I shouldn't wear any when I'm older," I tell him.

Daddy bursts out laughing along with Mummy. "Oh Harry," he says with a shake of his head.

And I use that time when he's standing there to get him. "You're it! I scream once I touch his knee. Then I run away quickly and jump onto the bed. Kind of.

I try to jump on, but I'm too short so I hit my head off of the metal railing. I sit down on the floor and start to cry. "Owie!" I sob loudly.

Daddy picks me up and I bury my face into his shirt. He rubs my head where it hurts and I try to push his big hand off.

"Stop it!" I say through my tears. "It hurts."

"Baby, it'll make it feel better," Daddy promises softly.

So I let him rock back and forth and keep rubbing my head so the pain goes away. And it finally does.

Daddy sets me on the ground and I sniff then tag him. "You're it again!" I shriek then run around the room, careful of the evil bed now.

Daddy frowns and pouts. Then he sits on the ground and pretends to cry. But I know he's pretending because he keeps peeking out behind his hands. After a few minutes of staring at him, and him not stopping, I go over to him and sit on his lap.

I face him and sit on his knees. I place my legs straight so my feet are pressed against his tummy. "I sorry, DaDa," I mumble, looking down.

He takes his hands away and I see that he actually was crying.

"Daddy! Why're you crying?" I ask. He doesn't have any reason to cry. Does he?

"Sorry, baby girl. I was thinking about...later. When you grow up," Daddy explains.

"But I am grown up Daddy!" I protest proudly.

"Yeah you are. But when you're my age, grown up," Daddy says.

"Is that far away?" I ask sadly.

"Yeah. Kinda baby," he says.

"Awww," I mumble. I look back up. "Really far away, Daddy?"

"Really far away," he confirms.

"Phooey," I murmur.

Daddy laughs and hugs me tightly. "I love you Lily," he whispers.

"Wove you too," I say in a baby voice.

I think that disappointed Daddy so I repeat in a big girl voice, "I love you Daddy. You're the best daddy ever!"