Adopted by Luke Hemmings

17

When I woke up, Harry was gone. He left a note though, saying that he went to shower and get ready. I probably need to do the same. I rose from my side of the couch and laid Emma down in the bed. It's currently 6 a.m. and I meet the guys downstairs in an hour. I quickly shower, dressing in my black skinny jeans and my black Rolling Stones shirt I got a few days back. I put on my socks and converse and put my dirty clothes in a bag, for them to be picked up and washed later, courtesy of the hotel. Thank god, I didn't feel like doing it myself.

I go towards the bed, shaking Emma.

"Stop," she spoke in her small voice.

I smiled, "We have to leave baby. Let me get you dressed."

"Can I wear my shirt?" she spoke. She insisted that we get matching shirts. Only because she wants to be like me.

I nodded, putting her in her blue jeans and dressing her in the matching Rolling Stones shirt. I put on her bright pink VANS and brushed her hair, leaving it in the straight form it was in after I brushed it.

"Let's go," I spoke as I grabbed my phone and the hotel room key.

She walked out in front of me and I carried her small backpack. We went downstairs and she ran towards Michael, who picked her up.

"Who's in my car?" I spoke as Paul handed me the keys.

"Ooh! Me!" Ashton exclaimed as Emma gave him a high five.

I rolled my eyes playfully as we walked outside. I set Emma in the car seat and I drove off towards the arena.

"Emma, babe, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Looking out the window. Look at the flashlights!" she exclaimed.

Damn, it's paparazzi.

"Look away sweetheart, please," Ashton spoke as she nodded.

When we arrived, we got out and Paul parked the car.  That meant us walking through the pool of people.

"Please back up," I spoke as Emma walked in between Ashton and I.

"Luke stop!" Ashton screams.

I turn, my vision of Emma disappearing.

"What the he did you do with her?!" I screamed at them.

"Why weren't you taking care of you kid?" one retorted back.

"Excuse you? You haven't got a damn clue what you're talking about asshole. So shut that trap called a mouth of yours, okay?" I screamed.

I shoved my way through the crowd and searched everywhere.

"Daddy!" I heard her scream.

I ran and found her, in a small dark corner with paps all around her.

"Get the fuck away from her? What's your problem anyway? She's three!" I screamed as they all ran.

I ran to her aid and made sure she wasn't bleeding, which she wasn't. Thank god.

"You're alright," I cooed to her as she gripped my shirt tightly.

"Don't let go daddy," she whimpered.

"I don't dream of it, c'mon," I spoke as I kissed her forehead.