Zayn's POV
"Kayla, Kayla wake up. Come on babe you have school," I begin shaking her arm.
"No dad, I don't wanna, too early go away," I chuckle at her as she slaps my hand away putting her head under the pillow. Picking her up I carry her, and set her in front of the bathroom door.
"Dadddddd," she groans "whyyyyy."
"Because its the best way to wake up; getting out of bed and showering. Now get ready and be down in twenty."
I walk down the stairs two at a time in a hurry to get to the kitchen to see Perrie.
"Hey babe, I made Kayla breakfast for her first day," I smile at Perrie and kiss her.
"Thanks babe, that's a lot of help. You know now that she will be at school we can do more," I whisper, leaning in and kissing her neck.
"Oooh, sounds nice babe," I grin and make my lips back up to her lips.
"Ew, get a room you two," I smile turning around to Kayla before I attack her kissing her all over, and tickling her all over.
"Ew ah dad, stop, stop!" she laughs uncontrollably trying to push me off of her. I stop. Then notice what she is wearing. I land five hard seats to her butt before talking in a firm tone.
"Kayla Danielle, what are you wearing?" I motion to the tube top and mini skirt.
"Um, clothes duh," I go to land another smack but she moves away from me.
"Clothes? Looks more like dental floss to me! And where is your uniform?"
"In my closet, um duhhh." She grabs a piece of toast, showing on it. Remain calm Zayn, she is just pushing your buttons.
"Go change, please. Loose the attitude."
She huffs before walking back up the stairs.
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"Alright, you should be good you have everything needed. I will be here at three to pick you up, alright?"
"Alright dad, bye!" Kayla yells jumping out the car trying to shut the door but I stop her.
"Wait, let me see your backpack young lady. " Her eyes widened and she shakes her head no. Signing I take it from her, and open it. Aha, just as I expected. I pull out the tube top and mini skirt.
"Did you really think you'd get away with this, Kayla? You and I will talk about your disobedience after school for now get your ass to class, and no funny business!"
She nods before starting to walk off, before I add:
"Oh, and Kayla enjoy sitting comfortably today because you are getting a spanking after school; you have been warned. Have a nice day!" I drive off thinking: Way to go Zayn, you can be a pain in her ass too. Throwing the dreaded mini skirt and tube top out of the window, and into the leftover puddles from the rainstorm on Saturday(a/n its monday in the story) I realize I need to go through my daughter's closet. Because my daughter shall not look like a "hoochie mama", or hooker.
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