Privileged Murder

Twenty Seven

We were about to start laughing as Zayn practically ripped the door off its hinges as he came lunging at us practically screaming whilst crying. We both just embraced him tightly as we shared a look between each other and then to Harry's room.

I rushed into the room along with a nurse who was previously sprinting down the corridor as Liam still held Zayn tightly to his chest. Just as a few doctors came rushing in the beeping of the machine slowed further and further down until the beeping stopped and all that was left was one continuous sound.

I dropped to my knees, not caring how much I was in the way of the medical professionals trying to do their jobs, I just sobbed, so much until I was almost silent, taking a break for a few seconds just to breathe. As I violently began to shake I felt a hand on my shoulder, not being able to work out whom it belonged to before I was yanked up to my feet and led into another private room - this one empty save for a table - where I resumed my sobbing on my knees, now curled in on myself in a corner.

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Suddenly I was no longer hurdled into a corner. I was standing proudly in the middle of a completely whitewashed kitchen - it was gorgeous, my dream kitchen if I ever did see it - then I heard a voice, one that nearly made me cry to hear once again, it was Harry's unmistakable along with a steading stamping of boots on the tiled floor "Louis! I swear to you if that girl does one more thing today I'm going to have a fucking breakdown!"

"Chill the fuck out Harry" That was me, why was I hearing my own voice

I saw Harry and myself walk into the kitchen I was standing in and stopping at the kitchen counter hauling bags onto the surface - I couldn't work out what was happening, it was like an out-of-body experience but I had never been here before. So it wasn't a memory. I opened my mouth to speak (not me but the me I was watching) but was cut off by an aggressive stamping noise followed by a loud slam of a door somewhere else in the house we were in

"That fucking girl"

The other version of me just laughed "She is you!" Pointing at Harry

"What the hell do you mean Louis?"

They began to unpack the shopping from the bags "You are just as sarcastic and just as gobby baby. She gets it from you" Harry just scoffed and I went up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist - interrupting what he was doing - and placing my chin on his shoulder biting his earlobe lightly

"I am not gobby" Harry said sternly

I laughed lowly whilst still nipping at his ear "Many a time have I had to bend you over my knee" Harry visibly shuddered and let out a moan, I pulled all contact away "Harry! Our daughter is upstairs"

"Fuck you, Louis Tomlinson"

I'm sorry but what the fuck is happening right now? I'm stood in a kitchen that is clearly mine and Harry's - but it's not because we don't live together - with our daughter upstairs having a tantrum. What the actual fuck?

I mumbled a 'fine' under my breath and strode to the archway of the kitchen - which I now noticed was opposite a large grand staircase - "DARCY JOANNA TOMLINSON YOU GET YOU ARSE DOWN HERE THIS INSTANCE BEFORE YOUR FATHER BURSTS A BLOOD VESSEL"

Joanna?

I walked back into the kitchen and I was followed by a clearly aggressive teenage girl trailing behind me "What?!"

I turned round sharply "AND WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING TO LIKE THAT?"

Harry looked up quickly "You sure it's not you who's going to burst a blood vessel?" And rose a sarcastic eyebrow to which I just flipped him off