My Stepbrother

Chapater Eight

• Note •
In this story, Louis doesn't have any sister. He's a lonely child.

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I went downstairs without waking dad up, I wanted to surprise him with breakfast since it'll be the last one we can have alone. I prepared Nutella crepe, it looked delicious. I woke him up and made him coffee. After washing his face and finishing his drink, he went downstairs to see me putting the last fork on the table.

"I made you breakfast."
I smiled.

"I see.."
He came and gave me a hug.

"I hope you had a good night sleep."
I said as I moved the chair backwards for him to sit on.

"Oh yeah, the best I've had in ages. Although we slept on the floor."
He said rubbing his neck.

"Honey it's delicious!"
He said taking another bite.

"I know right? I'm so good at this."
I laughed.

"You sure are! Where did you learn this from?"
He joked.

"My mum. She was a very good cook you know."
I teased.

"Yeah I know that. I loved that about her. And now you got that trait. Lucky me."
He joked.

"Okay then You don't need to get married right?! I can cook you all the time! "
I laughed.

"You serious?"
He said seriously.

"well it was worth a try."
I laughed.

"Thank God."
He laughed in relief.

I could see camera flashes through the window. It was very annoying.

"Daddy why are they here? I mean, we're not the famous ones."
I was confused.

"Well honey, they all want an exclusive. They can't reach Louis so they reach his family. They're camping here to be the first ones to get a picture or an interview or whatever. We have to ignore them darling."
He said holding my hand.

"Okay daddy."
I smiled.

"You're still getting me You & I. right?"
I teased.

"Yes of course with the boys signature."
He smirked.

"Oh and before I forget. Clean your room. The boys are coming tomorrow. We don't want them to think you're sloppy and I want Johannah to be impressed with how mature, clean, and beautiful you are. You already have two in the bag."
He smiled.

"But now what are we going to do about being beautiful?"
He teased.

"Daddy!"
I laughed.

We laughed and talked about lots of stuff while we were eating. I felt like I'm gonna miss this.
I went up to my room, and started cleaning. I rubbed the floor so hard I had blood on it. After 4 hours of cleaning, and yes my room looked like a nuclear bomb went off in it, I was done.
I planned an outfit for everyday until Sunday. I wanted to look stunning and say "this old thing?". Cliché I know.
Then I remembered something very important.

"Dad!"
I screamed as I rushed downstairs.

"I don't have a dress for sunday!"
I cried.

"Yes you do."
He seemed pretty calm about this.

"Come on."
He said as he grabbed my hand and went to my mum's dressing room.

He grabbed a box that was under the closet and cleaned the dust off of it.