The Assistant // Louis Tomlinson

43 - Daddy's Little Girl

GUYS I SAW ONE DIRECTION IN CONCERT SATURDAY NIGHT (AKA NIALL'S BIRTHDAY!) AND IT WAS THE GREATEST THING OF MY LIFE AND JUST LIKE OMG!!!! so anyways i was inspired by their amazingness that night to write this longer chapter ;* <3<3

Loved You First

"It'll be okay."

I nod and take a deep breath, attempting to calm my anxious nerves.

My dad will be here in a matter of minutes and I am freaking out more than Louis! Although Lou is noticeably tense, I'm about to explode. I didn't think it was a big deal, per say. I mean obviously it's a big deal since I haven't seen my dad in almost 6 years, since the last time he came to California during my Sophomore year of high school. He meant to visit again, but, I don't know, it never happened. He was even going to move back at one point, but for years whenever I asked him when, he would tell me he would be there as soon as he could, which was a time that was still waiting to be determined.

Now I'm getting to see him and I am overwhelmed with excitement, as well as trepidation that doesn't belong in the current situation. I want to just be happy to see my dad, but for some reason I'm nervous.

"Aren't I the one supposed to be calming you down?" I laugh breathlessly, squeezing his hand in mine.

"Yeah, why am I the one doing all the work?" he teases, scrunching his nose up in front of me. I slap his chest playfully, his jokingly light mood calming me a bit.

"That's a good question. It's the complete opposite ninety-nine percent of the time," I joke back, biting my bottom lip slightly to contain my now giddy smile.

"Oh really now?" he says, mockingly stern, nodding his head up and down with his eyebrows scrunched together. His serious expression is given away by the uncontainable smile across his lips.

"Yeah! You are the lazy butt in this relationship, which I didn't even know was possible considering I don't answer the phone if I have to sit up," I giggle. I love how it is so easy for Louis to turn my mood around without doing anything but our casual banter and his heart-melting smile. I bet he would be able to make even Hitler himself crack a smile. His good naturedness is just constantly contagious.

"Oh, okay, whatever you say," he humors. He knows I don't mean it, or at least doesn't care. I just like to tease him for a laugh. I know, I am so nice!

"Keep up with that attitude and this relationship will go very far!" I beam brightly at him.

"Oh I see how it is. I just have to agree with everything you say."

"Look how smart you are!" I coo, ruffling his hair with my free hand. He brings his up to his head, grabbing my wrist and pulling it from his messied hair before clasping his fingers through mine between us so that both of our hands are connected, and begins swinging back and forth.

I look back up from our entwined fingers with a giddy grin across my lips to find Louis intently staring back at me. I feel the lighthearted mood around us shift in a matter of seconds as he gazes at me, now feeling a tentative element in the air.

"What?" I inquire, my grin softening in sync with my tone.

He holds his stare for a few more moments, his small but genuine smile pulled up slightly at one side. I feel myself suck in a breath as I watch him study me with such affection, filling me with a comfortable euphoria.

"I love you," he mutters softly, barely above a whisper. My receding grin widens at his words, but still remains relatively small given the loaded meaning and emotion of the exchange.