Being paul's daughter

Chapter 19

~Kiss~

"So when are we going to tell your dad?" Louis ask me as we sit on the couch of the tour bus. He has a strand of my hair in his hand and I'm sitting in his lap. My dad is currently. Out of the trailer.

"Tell my dad, why?" I ask. No that I don't want my dad to know but it's just I didn't think we were going to tell him.

"Cause we are together." He says in a duh tone.

"Well I mean. This is exactly what he didn't want to happen. Like I can just see it now. That vain that pops out on his head will explode. He might even kill you." I say.

"Come on Giselle." He says putting Emphasis on Giselle. "He should know. I think it's important to have his permission." He says.

"First of all don't call me that and second of all what if he doesn't give us his permission." I say.

His eyes shine and he has this cocky smirk that plays on his lips. "Well then we will have to go back to this being a secret." He smirks connecting his lips with mine. My body instantly reacts to his touch and responds kissing him back. He pushes my back down onto the couch and get on top of my moving to my neck and nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin. His hands move down to the sides of my body. Heat floods through my whole body. I'm totally in love with him.

"Eww guys, you should really be more careful." Someone says. Louis jumps off of me and on to the other side of the couch. I see Liam standing there with this smirk on his face. My cheeks are probably rosy red. "That could've been Paul. That would not have been good." He laughs and Niall walks in.

"Why does El look like a tomato?" Niall says and liam laughs even harder. I throw a pillow at Liam and he shuts up a minute before laughing under his breath. I look over to louis and he has this proud smirk on his face. Boys. "I'm still confused." Niall mutters.

"It's ok Niall." I say getting up and patting his shoulder. I walk out of the tour bus inside. I grab something to eat and see Harry. "What's up Harry?" I ask.

"Nothing really. Just checking twitter." He says. I can see this slight glimpse in his eyes and I know something is up. I snatch the phone out of his hand and look at his phone.

@harry_styles I hate you! We all know you are just a manwhore. You don't deserve anything. Go kill yourself.

"Harry, why are you looking at this?" I ask him.

"No reason." He says. That's not going to fly. I grab his hand and pull him down the hall. I pull him into an empty room.

"Sit. Now." I command. He does as I say. "Now I'm going to ask you one time and you better tell me the truth. Why were you looking at these tweets."

"I don't know-"

"Harry!"

"I really don't El. I just- there was one and then another and so many more and I just. I didn't know that many people hated me for no reason. What did I ever do to them?" He stutters out tears brimming his eyes. I sigh and go down and sit beside him. I put my hand on his back on rub it soothingly as he puts his head on my shoulder. I can hear him trying to hold in his tears as he sniffles and breaths hard.

"Harry. It's ok to cry." I say. He rolls his lips inward and a single tear slips out of his eye. Then another. I reach forward and engulf him in a hug and he gladly takes it resting his head on my shoulder as small but slow sobs escape his lips. He stops crying soon after a few minutes and wipes his eyes and nose.

"Sorry for that." He says in a muffled voice from crying.

"Harry, you don't have to be sorry. We all have those days. I get those tweets to you know. And I cry my heart out. I just want you to know that I will always be there for you and I hope you would do the same for me." I say to him.