Her Famous Papa -Completed-

Chapter Seven

After a while, I was still trying to explain and get Gemma to understand what made him leave and why I was gone for so long excluding a few minor (major) details. Louis, on the other hand, was still downstairs but instead of looking at his still slightly bleeding knuckles he was watching the little girl, the one that called me dada, come down the stairs with a one direction bookbag on her back and a white blanket with pink polka dots on it, this blanket looked so familiar, it was the matching blanket to his own that he gave Harry the day that they were packing to leave the X-factor house after just coming home from coming in second place of the English x-factor of the year 2010. those blankets were meant to be a sign of their love and strength for one another, but now Harry's daughter, that he ran away from Louis to raise, has the symbol of their love... But, why would Harry do that?

As Louis was getting lost in his thoughts yet again Gemma and I was just finishing up our conversation when we noticed the front door opened and Eleanor walked inside. I have had good control over my own emotions but when I saw Eleanor in my childhood home I lost all control that I have had over my own emotions not only because she was in my house as Louis girlfriend, but what hurt me the most was the fact that she had a ring on her left finger, 'that should be my ring', she has my future with the love of my life, as well as a very noticeable baby bump. I felt so used, lied to, abused, hurt, he told me so many times that he didn't want a family right away, but here he is impregnating this bitch. It made so many emotions flowed through my head that I didn't even say anything as I pushed past the bitch and walked into the living room where everyone was sitting, I didn't say anything to anyone as I just walked right up to Louis with tears in my eyes and slapped him across the face so hard that his whole head moved to the side and the sound echoed through the whole house. Then before anyone could say anything, I picked up my daughter and walked up to my room without a word. I got out her pajamas after seeing what time it was and tucked her into her bed.

After I knew that Emilia was sleeping, I started looking around the bedroom and found a lot of pictures of Louis and myself all over my room, as well as the photo albums that we made for one another every year, it had tickets from different dates, pictures of everything we did, recites, letters we wrote one another, necklaces we made for one another, it was to show the future family of our times together, to show them our love. I started crying because it hurt so much that my mother kept all these pictures, all the love that Louis and I once shared was now gone, he now had no love for me, it was only for Eleonor. I picked up every picture, every photo album, every letter that he wrote me, on top of my very own lyric book where I would write songs about the love I had for Louis, I grabbed everything that I could, everything that reminded me of Louis and put it all in a bag. I then walked out of the room and walked down to the backyard where there was a fire pit. I set the bag down on the ground and started a fire in the pit. I sat in front of the fire looking at all the pictures, and the more I looked the more tears fell. I found the picture of our first kiss and got so mad that I started ripping up the picture and threw it in the fire. I started tearing them apart and throwing them one by one into the fire when I have pulled away from the fire altogether by Niall.