**Louis' P.O.V**
She began to stir about an hour later. She mumbled things here and there like 'mum? I won't tell'/ Her eyes fluttered open. She took a moment to look around, and jumped once her eyes had caught sight me. "W-what are you still doing here?" Her voice was soft, almost whispering, like she was this morning.

"You fell asleep and I didn't want to wake you." She looked surprised. "By the way, Harry called, and texted, and emailed" She groaned.

"Did you open them or answer the phone"

"I didn't open anything, but I did answer the call"

"Why?" She asked with an angry tone, is what I did wrong?

"Because if it was someone important, say your mom, I didn't want you to be in trouble." She seemed to grow sad at my mentioning of her mom.

'What did he say?"

I answered the phone, stopping the song All Of Me.
"Hey Belle, come over and we can-" He said, in a tone that any boy would use to seduce someone
"Who is this?", I asked in a stern tone cutting him off; I knew it was Harry, but why not make fun of the situation.
"Harry, and you?" He sounded so lost, perfect.
"I'm her father. Mind telling me just what you two would do?" I decided not to tell him it was me, play with his head a little.
"S-study"
"You and my daughter are never to talk ever again, understood" There wasn't even a brake between my last word and his first.
"Yes sir"

She giggled. "Thanks for that. At least I know he won't try to communicate with me trough my phone." Super Louis to the rescue. "It's only like four O'clock, I thought it was later" She looked at her phone.

"It is indeed. Can you read more for me?" I wanted so badly to know what comes next. She shook her head, stretching.

"I have to do some homework, maybe another time."

"Okay" She got up and grabbed, grabbed her book bag, and plopped her self back in front of her mahogany desk. I just sat on her bed trying to crack the code to open her phone and play a game.

"Two things." He beautiful voice broke the silence, although she didn't look up from the paper. "If you lock me out of my phone for more then it takes to do my homework I am not going to be a happy camper." That took me by surprise, she doesn't strike me as the angry, aggressive type. "And two, want some tea?" She pivoted in her chair to face me.

"I'd love tea"

She sat on the counter, feet strung across the walk way to sit on another counter, my oversized sweatshirt sleeves keeping her hands from burning. I sat on a chair that faced her. We sat in silence enjoying the hot tea. My mind strayed from the situation. Where are her parents?, why would someone so happy be crying? Is she usually this sleepy? When is she going to kick me out? Why is she being so nice to me? "What cha thinking about?" My thoughts were interrupted by her talking.

"Nothing" I shook the thoughts out of my head. "Can you read to me tomorrow?" She thought for a second.

"I'd love to"

**Belle's P.O.V**
Truth is, the last few days, my dad hasn't been here. My life felt like it was being torn brick by brick apart and I needed some sort of distraction. And he's nice, maybe.

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