One Night

Chapter 13

I freeze in my tracks from the very stern older looking lady standing at my doorway. Julia slowly and awkwardly slides past her. 

"Sorry.." she mouths and walks across the hall to her room in my t-shirt.

I look back at the lady.

"Sorry about that sh-" She cuts me off.

"I'm Ms. Shay, Ill be here to access you and your daughter Mr. Tomlinson" She has a very monotone voice. Her red hair is in a tight bun, she wears a gray pantsuit and hold a dark brown leather briefcase.

"Well, thank you for coming." I smile.

"It's my job Mr. Tomlinson." She says with no humor in her voice and walks strait into the hotel room. Wow, this is gonna be a long hour. 

I would direct her where to sit, but as I shut the door, I turn my head and see her already sitting in the chair across from the couch while getting her matching brown leather notepad from her briefcase. I walk over and take a seat on the couch, crossing my legs and sitting up straight. 

"Would you like anything to drink or-' She cuts me off.

"No thank you. Lets get down to business" She looks at me with her golden rim glasses sitting perfectly on her nose. If she is gonna interrupt me for the whole hour, I'm going to lose it.

"Okay.." I let it go.

"So your daughter Hairmony, is 8 and a half months old?" She asks.

"Its Harmony..and almost 9 months" I smile.

"Has she said her first word?" 

"Yes, dada" I smile and answer proudly.

"No a real word" My face falls.

"She's only 8 months, do you expect her to resight the bible testaments?" I chuckle.

"No, just a regular word. Not dada, dad or daddy" She writes. I'm a bit confused.

"Moving on, approximately how many hours do you spend with Hairmony in a week?" she looks up from her notepad. Its Harmony..but I'll let it go this time. 

"Pretty much all the time, I bring her everywhere I g-" She cuts me off for the 3rd time today.

"I don't mean 'bringing' her to concerts, signings and sound checks...I mean playing with her, spending time with her. Not just carrying her with you everywhere" She confirms.

"Well..I mean I'm a busy guy" I feel a bit uncomfortable in my seat.

"To busy for your daughter?" She asks. 

"No, all I'm saying is I have a very busy career, so I bring her with me" I shrug. She shakes her head in disapproval and writes in her note pad. She is starting to get on my nerves.  

"Now, more on you...May you please explain this?" She pulls out a magazine from her briefcase. The same magazine of me and the middle finger scenario.

I squirm in my seat a bit.

"Well, these people were insulting me and I lost it, I never usually do stuff like that" I reassure.

"You don't 'get into trouble?'" She says

"No" 

"Then what about that?" She points to my whole face in general. How do I forget about it...

"Oh, I got into an argument with another member of the ba-" She interrupts me. 

"Was you daughter in the room?" She has her eyes glued to the paper writing. 

How is this counseling! Who is she to come in here and be completely rude and judges me.