Harry's POV:

They'd been gone for almost two weeks now, and not a word. Not a word about why the hell they were leaving when we were supposed to be recording our new album, not a word about why Niall suddenly had a five year old daughter.

She wouldn't talk to us. All she'd do was sit out in the front yard weaving flowers and singing. Whenever I'd try to bring her inside to watch TV or do something normal she'd get bored.

I was standing by the window watching her go through the flowers in my front yard. Liam and Louis were staying in my two guest bedrooms upstairs. Since Niall had appointed all three of us responsible for this girl they didn't want to bail.

She'd sat down in the grass again, weaving her knew flowers. I sighed. I just didn't understand her. Se wouldn't say a word to any of us, except sometimes she'd whisper really quietly into Louis ear but he'd never tell me what she'd say.

And how on earth did Niall have a daughter? What the hell.

Suddenly she came skipping in the front door making me jump. She smiled up at me.

She still wouldn't say anything to me. Not a word. Not a single word.

She held up one of her headdress' of flowers to me.

"For me?" I said, surprised.

She beamed at me.

I sat down on the floor so I was level with her. She placed the circle of flowers on my head.

"Thank you, it's lovely," I said, smiling at her. She was adorable.

She smiled at me. Then she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, running upstairs to look for Louis.



Louis POV:

I was sitting in the corner of my room at Harry's place, with the lights off, staring at the wall opposite me.

She was gone. Really gone. How the hell was I going to find her.

Just then Espy came skipping in. She had a flower headdress in her hand. I quickly tried to wipe away my tears so she wouldn't see my crying.

"Hey, E," I whispered hoarsely. She walked up to me and placed the flowers on my head.

"Thank you," I croaked.

She sat down in my lap and put her tiny arms around my neck.

"What's wrong Uncle Louis?" She asked, staring up at me with round, crystal blue eyes, just like Niall's. It was amazing. They looked nothing alike, except for the eyes.

I loved how she called me Uncle Louis, even though I wasn't her real uncle. Ever since she'd found out that Niall was her real father, she'd started calling all three of us her uncles. We'd didn't object or bother to correct her.

"Nothing," I sighed.

"Your lonely," she whispered, continuing to stare at me. "You miss her."

There it was again. Her unexplainable talent for reading people. And she was five. Most five years olds don't even know what their own feelings are.

"No... no its fine," I whispered back, trying not to cry in front of a little girl.

"You know I was lonely for the longest time, until I got adopted," she whispered. "I had no parents, and all my foster siblings were boys who'd beat me up when nobody was looking. And at school I had no nice clothes so none of the girls wanted to talk to me, and the boys made fun of me."

"When boys make fun of you, it means they like you," I chuckled, smiling at her. "And all the girls were jealous because your too pretty."

She smiled at mer, her perfect little smile.

"You'll find her again," she whispered to me. I felt my throat go tight, and my eyes sting. I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't.

But I felt a tear slide down my cheek. She wiped it away with her little thumb and smiled at me. I hugged her close to me, feeling my tears begin to spill over my eyelids. She was so perfect. Eleanor was so perfect. Why did perfect people have to suffer so much pain?

Notes

promise I will update whats going on w niall n essy, just thought you needed a check in w espy :)

so one of my friends noticed that i cut today and got all pissed at me -.- i was like none of ur business girl... anyways comment rate and subscribe :) love you guys <3