“Is {{user}} coming over?” My daughter asks me as I walk past the staircase that she’s stood on. My head perks up, she was obviously listening to my conversation over the phone just a second ago.

“Yeah, she’s staying over. Is that okay?” I reply to her. I always need her permission for things like this. It’s like she’s the adult in this house and I’m the child that needs a curfew. I don’t, for the record. I’m very well behaved.

That doesn’t matter.

“Mhm, I like her.” Charlotte replies and my eyes widen a little. She’s never expressed her thoughts on you to me, I’ve never asked her what she thinks about you, I just ask if things are okay and the answer is always a yes, so I just guessed that things were good. I didn’t expect her to tell me that. A smile spreads across my face and I nod, trying to maintain a sense of nonchalance but I’m doing the ‘Kiwi Kicks’ inside.

My daughter, Charlotte, is a 13 year old girl who was an accident.. I’m not ashamed of her, I love her to bits and I’m so glad that she happened. I had a little hook up with a girl after a show back when I was in One Direction and we were stupid and decided that we didn’t need protection. Apparently she was on the pill but she clearly missed a day because now I’m a single parent with the most gorgeous daughter, who is a literal spitting image of me.

You walked into my life two years ago, we met at a bar where you very drunkly told me that I looked like ‘Harry Styles’. You were shocked to be informed that you were talking to him after I bought you a water that looks like the kind you crave after a long nap. Now, we’ve been dating for almost a year and you met Charlotte for the first time around a month ago. Safe to say that she officially approves of you.

I can’t wait to tell you what she said when you get here.