I don't want to get up. I don't want to get out of the bed. I don't want to go to the first day of school.

"IRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS. SIXTH TIME I CALL YOU"

"f*ck you Louis" I mumbled. But pap is calling from downstairs. It's impossible that he heard me.

"I BEG YOUR PARDON LADY?" screams Pap. Oops

"I'm comiiing"..

Dad pass his head through the open door and gives me a disapproval look

"Hi dad... I didn't notice you were upstairs". That's just embarrassing. I try my cute little princess smile, it always works

"Iris, you talk like that to your pap once again and I'll make you regret it".

"It's not like he heard me, dad"

Dad gives me such a look, I know I'd better get up and not talk back to him.

"And it's pap, not Louis". Bad look again. Ok Iris, just get out of bed and look at the floor.

"I hate school, why can't I be homeschooled??"

"For Pete's sake Iris, your sisters are already taking their breakfast! Don't make me scream".

"Ok Dad, I'll get ready fast and eat a banana on the way".

So here I am. Iris Tomlinson-Styles. Ready to start year 10 at school..

No my name is not Stylinson. Yes, everybody asks me the quetsion. But seriously. Tomlinson-Styles is just long. It makes me wish that my name was actually Stylinson. Or any name that does not belong to a famous person.

My dads waited until Harry's 20th birthday to announce officially what many people already knew. They were a couple. A year later, they had a child using a surrogate mother (of course they did! One of them wasn't going to carry the baby, don't be silly Iris!! Maybe they could have ask uncle Niall.... Hum. That joke of Niall being pregnant is getting old. They were already making it before I was born).

Yes, they were young. But when someone tells them, Dad just replied that 16 years later, our family is the proof that it was not too early for them They had been together for 5 years already after all.

So when dad was 21 and pap 23 years old, Lisa made a family of their couple. I came to the world 2 years later and Lauren completed our family 15 months later. Dad and Pap have always refused to tell us which one is our real dad. Nor if they actually knew it, in fact. The three of us have the same mother.. Or surrogate, should I say. We are not very close.

We have been living in London since my birth. Things used to be alright, but since last year, my relation with Louis - I mean Pap - have been worse and worse. Especially since that day two months ago when ...

"Are you coming?"

That's Lauren. We share a room. Ever since I invited friends while my dads where away 2 months ago, we have to share a room, as a punishment. Ok, we might have done more than inviting some friends but..

"IRIS" Pap just entered the room.

"OK, Louis, calm down" I reply

"You know that I hate when you call me by my name, And I have been calling you for half an hour now. So no. I won't calm down until you show me some respect, and listen't to me... I will be..."

" OMG Louis, I'm ready, get over it already"

Louis breath heavily and open his mouth to start screaming

"Love, we don't have time for that now. Iris, we will talk about that tonight. Lauren, get down too" says Dad entering the room.

Dad puts his hand on pap's shoulder and looks into his eyes. "Stay calm", he whispers.

I take my school bag and get down to the kitchen, where Lisa shake her head looking at me. I take a banana, peel it, slap the skin on her head before throwing it into the bin.

"Very mature Iris...". As Lisa wants to keep on lecturing me, Dad, Pap and Lauren come down the stairs.

"Now everybody out, Dad say. We need to be in school in 11 minutes. Iris, are you searching for trouble?"

Lisa and I meet the others in the hall.

Dad takes the car keys and get out. Lisa hug pap and wish him a good day. Lauren gives him a kiss on the cheeks and get out. I was trying to be out before her, but didn't manage. I look at Pap and say awkwardly "bye, see you". This is weird. It's not that I hate him, but we are just really uncomfortable since that big fight 2 months ago. And it's actually the first day of school since that fight. I was grounded during the holidays, and I managed to avoid Pap as much as possible. I can see he is as embarrassed as I am. "Bye Iris. See you later". I stay there, wondering if I should go and give him a kiss, but he turns around and leave the room.

It breaks a little bit my heart. I wish I could turn back the hands of time and erase that weekend when they went away. I wish Pap and I had a good relation again. I tried to talk to him two weeks ago, but he told me he didn't trust me anymore. Well, if he doesn't need me, I don't need him.

I take my bag and run to the car where dad it blowing and impatiently waiting for me.