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"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch and you're going to help me." Louis states.

Harry furrows his eyebrows, clueless to what Louis is talking about. "What do you mean? We're not killing anyone." He exclaims.

Louis adverts his gaze from Owen to Harry. His blue eyes shined with anger, a passion of hatred flashed in his orbs. "I'm talking about Jake."

"Why- Louis let's not take it-"

"Who took my kids when I went into my coma?" Louis questions.

"I- Jake did. I tried getting custody-"

"Six months, Harry." Louis interrupted. "I know he put his hands on my kids during those months. Didn't you see Darcy's face? Noah?"

Harry sighs. "Of course I did. I'm so sorry babe, but I tried and no one gave it to me. He hurt them and- and I didn't have contact with them. Darcy was starting to tell me but the doctor announced that you were awake and-"

"I'm going to kill him." Louis said determinedly.

"Louis no. We will put him in jail and he will suffer there for years." Harry exclaims. "He won't be able to hurt you or the kids."

"You think I give two shits?" Louis' voice was low. "I want him dead, he doesn't deserve to be alive. He can rot in hell for all I care, but I want to remove his existence on this earth." Louis snapped.

The curly haired man didn't reply though. He knew he wouldn't be able to convince Louis, but he knows his boyfriend well and knows that his precious, caring, loving sunshine wouldn't do anything to hurt anyone.

A moment later there was a knock on the door, Niall pokes his head in smiling. "We're heading out Lou. The girls are starting to fuss. I'll FaceTime you later tonight?" He says.

Louis nodded his head in response, the two friends saying their goodbyes for the day. Darcy, Noah, and Joesph walked in when Niall left. The three siblings take a seat on the couch nearby.

"We have a new brother?" Joesph blinks innocently. Harry noticed how the toddler had gotten skinner, his skin pale.

"Yeah, his name is Owen. You guys can hold him when we get home, okay?" Harry promises. Joesph and Darcy smile back at him. Noah didn't say a word.

"I need for you guys to tell me what happened with Jake. Give me every single detail." Louis demanded quietly. "Joesph, you're first."

Louis and Harry listen closely as Joesph tries to explain what Jake and his sons did to him with teary eyes. His bottom lip wobbled by the time he was done telling his story.

Louis wanted to cry, but he needed to stay strong in front of his kids. Both Louis and Harry give the toddler a hug and comfort him. The blue eyed man makes space on the bed so his son can cuddle with him. Joesph poked at Owen's cheeks while Louis demanded that Darcy is next.

After the teenage girl told her story, Noah spoke after his sister. Harry was frowning the entire time, thinking he could've done something- anything to change it but he couldn't.

He didn't.

"You're never going to see your father, ever again." Louis grumbled. "No objections, no buts, no nothing. I have made that decision and it's final."

The three kids nod their heads silently. The curly haired man sighed deeply. He makes his way over to Darcy and pulls the weeping girl in for a hug. "What would happen if you die papa?"

Louis chuckles. "I don't know baby, and I don't ever wanna know." He kisses his son's cheek. The two cuddled up together on the bed until they fell asleep.

When Louis opened his eyes, it was nighttime. The lights were dim in the hospital room and the faint sound of the tv was heard. Louis groans and turns the tv off, not interested in watching endless commercials, or so it feels like.

He rubbed his eyes and reaches out to grab his phone from the table, but frowned when he realized there was nothing. "Shit." He didn't have one.

Louis' eyes wonder around the room curiously. He was interrupted when his stomach growled loudly, leaving a burning sensation afterwards. He sits up from the bed slowly, placing a hand on his stomach. His frown deepens when he feels heavy at the pit of his stomach, a nervous-like feeling.

He got up from the bed, his white socks hitting the floor lightly, he leaves the room. The hospital's white lights hit his face, he shields his eyes.

"Mr. Tomlinson? What are you doing up?" One of the nurses, Annie, questioned. She was there when Louis first woke up, she helped him shower and put on a new gown for him.

"Hey Annie, what time is it?" Louis questions, holding onto her shoulders for support.

Anne smiles softly. "It's ten on the dot. You've been asleep for a full day. Your family went home yesterday." She informs.

"Oh.." Louis nodded his head. "When can I go home? I miss being home and I want my family..please? Can I call my boyfriend?" He pouts.

Annie gave Louis a sympathetic look and agreed quietly. She led Louis to her desk and gave the hospital phone to Louis. He dialed Harry's number, waiting for his boyfriend to pick up.

The phone rings for the next few moments, no one answered. "Thank you Annie. Could you let me know when I can go back home?" Louis asks.

"Of course darling. Oh, I forgot to tell you but your son has been taken to get checked up. Now that you're awake, would you like to have him back? You can go back to sleep if you'd like." She offers.

"I want to have him with me, please." Louis says, not wanting to feel alone anymore. Annie nodded her head and helped Louis go back to his room, even though he didn't need it.

Louis waited for a nurse to walk in and hand him his baby. When they did, Louis smiled down at Owen; the baby was keeping him comfort. "I can't believe you're real. You are so beautiful." He kisses his son's forehead.

Although Louis hated the c-section, because it left stitches and scars, (it's healed) he couldn't help but feel grateful that his son is alive and strong. He was heartbroken that he missed out on six months of his kids lives.

He missed out on Joesph's fifth birthday.

His kids were left alone with Jake and Harry didn't have a say in anything. Louis was enraged. Whoever did this, whoever caused the car crash will pay for fucking up Louis' life.

The blue eyed man stayed awake until the afternoon. His baby was wide awake in his arms, his eyes were a bright green, lashes fluttering along his cheek when he blinked.

"Good morning, darling. How are you feeling?" Doctor Greg allows himself in after knocking. He smiled down at Louis and the baby.

"Good morning doc. I'm doing great. I would really like to go home back to my family." Louis returns the smile.

Doctor Greg laughs. "I have been informed. I prescribed you some medication, in case you feel dizzy or you're feeling out of it. You'll be okay, you haven't shown any bad signs, but I think it'll be best if I keep you here longer." He exclaims.

"No thank you, I wanna go right now or later today." Louis objected as nicely as he could. "I want to see my family as soon as possible."

"I know, Louis, but this is a safety precaution." Doctor Greg says. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

Louis ponders for a moment. He looked down at Owen in his arms and the plastic bag of spare clothes that looked like his, maybe Harry left it overnight?

Either way, Louis had an idea. "Yes please. I will take some soup and possibly some orange juice with bacon and eggs." He answers.

"Alrighty, I will be on it. Food should be here less than ten minutes." Doctor Greg exits the hospital room, leaving Louis.

The blue eyed man quickly put Owen down on the bed and walked over to the window; he was right, it was his clothes. He dressed himself in the skinny jeans and black shirt.

Harry was obsessed with the color black.

He then sighs as he realized he didn't have a phone or car, hell, not even a car seat for Owen. Louis licks his lips as he thinks, planning a way to go home without getting detected. He puts on his vans his boyfriend bought for him during his coma as a Christmas gift. "We're finally going home baby." Louis kisses Owen's forehead, the baby in his arms again.

Louis didn't have anything else important for him to take except the baby and himself. He swiftly opens the door and speed walks to the front. Nurses and patients gave him a warm smile as he walked passed them on his way to the elevator.

He clicked the button to the first floor and in a minute they were walking out successfully. "I might be James Bond, you know?" Louis hums.

He holds the baby close to his chest as he walks away from the hospital, just incase someone notices he's not there and they run after him. He ended stopping a cab and got in the backseat.

"Shit.." Louis mutters when he didn't have money to give to the driver. "Um- sir, I don't have money to give you." He admits.

The man looks back in the mirror, eyes glancing down at the baby in Louis' arms. "It's alright. Did you come from the hospital?" The man asks.

"Yes.." Louis gave him a weak smile.

The man chuckles. "It's alright. Where are we off to?" He starts up his car and gets back on the road. Louis gives the man his address.

After a while, Louis was home. He thanked the man endlessly, the man had to drive away because Louis scared him. The blue eyed man turns around, facing his home.

"We need to go inside before you get sick. You're still new." Louis kisses Owen's forehead, shielding his son's sensitive eyes.

The blue eyed man walks up to his house, knocking on the front door. When he didn't get an answer, he knocked again. But nothing. Louis became worried even more than he already was.

He had a bad feeling in his stomach ever since he woke up. He tried ignoring it but he couldn't. He needed to call Harry, to hear his voice. To hear his kid's voices, but he doesn't have a phone.

Louis then starting pounding on the door. Luckily, this time, the door opened slowly. Louis smiles brightly seeing his boyfriend in front of him, but it quickly fades away when he sees the sweat on Harry's hairline, around his lips is a pinkish rectangular color and his hands were behind his back.

Harry takes a few steps back as Louis walks in the clean house. He freezes when he feels a cool metal object on his temple. The door slams behind him, a breeze of wind causing Louis to shiver.

Harry was standing still by the corner that leads to the living room. His eyes shined with tears, his face held a worried expression. 'I'm sorry.' He mouths.

"This a family reunion, darling boy?"

A/N
okaaay guys, we're almost at the end!

i think this book will go up to 75 chapters or less! not sure if you guys saw what i posted on my message board, but i said we'll be finishing this book by tonight oof, im nervous!!

thoughts?

~LouisSmolBean
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