Louis saw her getting sad, really sad, almost a week ago. And he hated that his sweet little love was so upset. Because to him. Claire was the little twinkle in his eye. The girl that he taught to walk, caused mischief with and gave her cookies when he wasn’t supposed to. She was Daddy’s Angel. She always cuddled with him, no matter how old she got and when scary monsters turned to scary dreams about the future, he’d still sing her to sleep.
So when she was actually sad and wanted nothing to do with Daddy, he was a it selfish because he was heartbroken his little twinkle was upset.
“Claire-bear?” He asked and knocked softly on her door. “You want to come down for dinner, please?” He asked quietly.
“M’not hungry,” she mumbled.
He pursed his lips. “I feel like I haven’t seen you at all the past few weeks…please come down, love bug?” He asked softly. Louis distinctly heard her sniffle. “Sweet girl, what’s wrong?” He asked.
“Dad, I just want to stay in here,” she sniffled again and her voice cracked, but Louis didn’t know what to do or say. He didn’t want to bother her. She wanted to be alone. So he let her be alone.
But he felt like shit for it. He walked downstairs dejectedly and sat at the table and looked up at you. “She’s sad,” he said to you.
You smiled gently at him and nodded. “She gets sad sometimes,” you shrugged. “She’s sixteen.”
“Yeah, but she’s mine and she’s not allowed to be sad,” he muttered angrily as if the mortals had disobeyed his godlike command.
You chuckled under your breath and looked at him. “I’m yours and I get sad.”
“Yeah, well, you know darling, I keep telling you that you’re not allowed to be sad, but you don’t listen,” he shrugged and came over to you and cupped your face as he leaned over your chair. He bit his lip, his eyebrows pinched together as he looked at you with a question written on ever part of his face. He was beautiful–blue-eyed, pink lipped, high cheekbones. He was as beautiful as he was the day you met him. You smiled up at him. “Are you happy? With me? With this life?”
You stared at him with the biggest grin you could muster. “Lou, I’m infatuated with you. Every day I fall a little more in love with you and I can’t tell you how happy I am,” you smiled and wound your arms around his waist and slid your hands over the curve of his envy-worthy bum into his pants pockets. He smirked at you as you did and gave his plump little cheeks a squeeze. He kissed your forehead. “You are the most wonderful person in the world,” you smiled up at him. “I’m sorry our little cutie pie is upset,” you said and pressed your lips against his. They were thin, but when you kissed them they felt so…perfect. It ached. He kissed you hotly for a long moment. You pressed you lips against his again and pulled back with a smile. “I love you.”
“I love you more,” he said.
“Daddy!” She cried from upstairs. She may as well have screamed that a murderer was attacking her. Louis released you so fast you almost fell out of your chair but you were really happy he loved his daughter and they were so close so you didn’t mind. He ran up the steps knocking a picture off a table along the way. Simply, you rolled your eyes with a smirk as you put the food away.
“Baby,” he whispered to the closed door. It opened and her big, shiny eyes were streaming with tears and Louis’ heart broke for his little girl. “Oh my sweet little love,” he cooed and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Her toes lifted off the ground and he squeezed her tightly. “What’s wrong, love?” He asked and pulled away to wipe her cheeks. She looked so broken and he felt just terrible.
He bit his lip because he wanted to talk to her. He didn’t want her to be upset because he was sarcastic. “I know, baby,” he mumbled. “How come?”
“You’re gonna be mad,” she sniffled.
His mind spun with a million thoughts. Half of which caused his stomach to lurch. “I won’t get mad,” he said unsurely.
“Yes, you will,” she, on the other hand, sounded pretty sure about that.
“Are you pregnant?” He asked.
“What?! No, Dad, of course not!” She sniffled in outrage.
He cupped her face. “Claire-bear, you can tell me anything,” he said.
She sniffled and walked over to her bed and laid on the mattress with her face in the pillow. “My boyfriend broke up with me,” she whimpered.
“You don’t have a boyfriend,” he muttered as he sat beside her.
“No, not anymore,” she cried and her voice broke.
He sighed sadly and pressed his hand on her lower back. “Who were you dating?” He asked.
“Oh well, I’ll kill him,” Louis said easily. “Niall may be my best friend but I will kill his son for my little angel,” he promised. She rolled over and looked up at him with the same blue eyes that matched his.
“Thank you Daddy.”
“Why on Earth would he break up with you?” He asked and leaned over and kissed your forehead. Rolling onto her side, Louis joined her on the queen-sized bed. My princess is going to be a queen one day, she deserves every luxury Louis had told you. He laid beside her on the fluffy pillows Louis had purchased for her precious head. Cuddling up to his side, she closed her eyes against his chest. He loved these moments with his little angel. He just wished she wasn’t sad.
“I don’t know,” she grumbled. “I thought everything was fine…”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked before he could stop the question. He didn’t mean to make this about him. But it was really bothering him. Louis was Claire’s best friend. She told him everything. He took everything she told him in stride. After living with mostly women his whole life, he was entirely prepared to have a daughter with crazy hormones and be upset sometimes. But he still hated it. He was pretty sure he hated it more because it was Claire. He adored her, every part of her, and he never wanted her to be this upset. But he had to know why.
“I knew you’d get upset,” she shrugged. “And you’d get all weird and tell me I’m growing up and stuff and I didn’t want that,” she mumbled into his shirt. “Besides it was Deaglan, you’ve already met him and stuff,” she muttered.
He sighed. “I know, but he was always a friend…”
“Well apparently he thinks it’s better that we’re friends so I’m glad I didn’t introduce you to him as my boyfriend,” she said, disappointment clung to each word. The sad thing was, he was afraid that disappointment was directed toward herself.
“Do you want me to kill him?” He asked seriously. His tone wasn’t sarcastic, it wasn’t fatherly, he literally would if she asked. He’d do anything if she asked. He fell to his knees for this little angel, his pride and joy. Anything she wanted was hers, if she asked Daddy.
“No,” she sighed. “Still have you,” she mumbled sleepily and clutched a little harder to his shirt. “You’re pretty good,” she smiled against his chest. His heart skipped a beat.
“You always, always have me, love bug,” he swore. His hand ran up and down her spine as he kissed the top of her head. He was glad she hadn’t outgrown cuddles. She was a lot like you, but she still seemed airy and petite like Louis and he was so utterly grateful for that.
“Daddy?” She mumbled.
“Hmm?” He hummed back.
“Can you sing to me?” She whispered.
“Of course, Claire-bear.”
“Louis,” you shook your head as you stumbled into the kitchen. “It’s eleven thirty,” you mumbled.
He smiled back at your sleepy form. You were wearing one of his old tank tops from his touring days. He couldn’t believe you still had it…couldn’t believe you still looked as sexy as you did so many years ago when you wore it. “Thank you for the reminder sweet, you know how bad I am at telling time,” he smiled.
You were tired so you wanted to rip Louis’s cute little lips off his face. “What’s wrong?” You asked. “Are you baking?” You wondered. He nodded and looked at the instructions on the back of the cookie dough package. “Cookies…” you tisked.
He nodded again.
“They’re not for me…” you said.
“Always a detective, love; can’t I cause mischief without you trying to figure out why?” He wondered as he set the cookies in the oven.
“Where’s the fun in that, Louis?” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your cheek on his back. “M’cold. Come cuddle me,” you whined.
“Cookies first,” he said simply.
You sighed. After Claire had fallen asleep to Louis’ lullaby, he came downstairs to tell you everything she said. So now, Louis was baking her cookies so she would hopefully feel better. “She’s going to be okay.”
“Do you remember when we taught her to walk?” he asked.
You smirked. “Of course,” you smiled.
“She was so little and precious and nothing bad could happen to her. We had to watch her, constantly. And I know she’s gotta grow up, baby, but can’t we…postpone it for a while? Can’t we just let her be little for a few more years and keep her safe and watch her constantly?” He asked. Your throat tightened at his words. That sounded so good and you felt it deep in your bones that you wanted that as much as he did. But it just couldn’t happen.
“Yeah,” you croaked. He sighed sadly pulling you to him holding you close to his chest. His fingers combing through your silky strands. You sniffled against him and he squeezed you. “I love you,” you whispered.
“I love you too, baby,” he sighed and tilted you chin up to kiss you. “Do you want some cookie dough?” he asked with a smile.
You nodded with a teary grin.
“Claire-bear?” He knocked softly. She grunted in her sleep. He went in her room and she peeled one sleepy eye back to look at him. “Mornin’ darling,” he whispered.
“Mornin’, Dadda,” she slurred tiredly. He smiled and set the cookies he baked late last night on her nightstand. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. He knew she needed time to grieve…or…whatever. So he was going to let her have time.
“Daddy?” She whispered grabbing the hem of his T-shirt just before he exited.
“Yes, sweet?” He asked.
“Cuddle me?” She asked. He smiled and slunk back to her bed and pulled his gentle little princess closer to his chest. He lived for the moments where she was still little.
And sometimes just needed Daddy.