Part Five – Photograph
I jumped up rather hastily and stood round with dad, looking at the image he held in his hands. He, Danny and Tom stood holding a small girl who laid across their arms, as she rested on one elbow and beamed broadly at the camera. Dougie was knelt underneath, his arms up and his face gurned to look as if he was holding the child up. That child was me!
"That's me." I gasped. "That's so awesome."
"I was holding my daughter for the first time and I didn't even know it." Harry smiled, pulling an arm around me. "I'll frame it."
I was given the spare room that night. I hadn't brought any night things with me or a spare set of clothes so I'd been given one of dad's t-shirts as a nightgown. It worked a trick seen as it almost went past my knees. I hadn't really been blessed with my dad's height.
I yawned with exhaustion. It had been a long day. I still had the urge to ask dad billions of questions. Just to get to know him. I want him to ask me the same. But I can save them for another day. Today's been eventful enough as it is. I sighed contently as I closed my eyes. I finally felt happy, perhaps complete inside. I had my dad.
I heard voices coming from the kitchen the following morning as I walked downstairs.
"How come Dan didn't come around last night?" Dougie said. "Or Tom?"
"Does it sound awful if I say I just wanted some time with Brenna, to get to know her?" Harry asked rather uneasily.
"I'd say that's normal, although I wouldn't know firsthand as I don't have any kids in the closet, at least I don't think I do."
"She's just like Beth." Harry sighed. I couldn't really tell if that was a good thing or not. "She's curious, practical, talkative. Very talkative."
"Hot." Dougie interrupted.
"Don't get any ideas Poynter. Just cause she's legal, she's still my daughter." Harry shot back quickly, obviously in a warning tone. "She's probably turn you down anyway if she's anything like Beth. You won't want to mess with her."
"Cool it Haz. I wouldn't dare. Although she does look at least eighteen. It's why I didn't think she could be your kid." Dougie said.
I took this moment to walk into the kitchen. Dressed only in Harry's T-shirt and some knickers.
"Morning." I forced a yawn as I walked to the table, stretching my arms above my head. I smirked slightly as Dougie spluttered on his tea. "I put my clothes in the washing machine if that's okay."
"That's fine." Harry shrugged. "I'm sure Doug will lend you something. He keeps everything that's thrown at him on stage."
"That's just plain weird." I stated.
"What? They've all been washed." Dougie defended himself. "You can pick something out if you like. Harry's probably got some of Trisha's junk."
"Trisha?" I asked.
"Ex Girlfriend. got very angry when I ended it." Harry replied. "I had a restraining order put on her when she tried to run me over. She's never bothered with collecting her stuff."
"Oh right. Is there a story behind everything?" I laughed. Harry shrugged and looked at Dougie who seemed to be deep in thought.
"Sarah has my lizards hostage." He commented to himself. "They'll need feeding soon. Maybe I should ring her..."
"You are not calling that woman." Harry waggle an index finger infront of Dougie's face. "She's deranged!"
"But she's hot!" Dougie said, then glanced at me.
"But insane." Harry interrupted. "Now go find Brenna some clothes."
"Fine" Dougie rolled his eyes and gestured for me to follow him. I grabbed a slice of toast off Harry's plate and scrambled up the stairs after Dougie.
"Okay.. Underwear is in that draw, top's are in there, I don't have anyway jeans or skirts for girls..." Dougie pointed to the numerous draws and cupboards in his room. "If you're a size 14, which I doubt, you could use Trisha's clothes."
"I'm a ten." I replied shyly. Jeez, what was wrong with me? Dougie nodded and rummaged around in a draw, pulling out some three quarter lengths.
"You could wear these with a belt." He suggested.
"Umm.. sure. So, underwear?" I said.