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Chapter 40

Louis's pov

I woke up to the sound of Harry softly singing. I slowly opened my eyes to see him standing at the end of the bed bouncing Matthew in his arms. It was pitch black outside and the clock on the nightstand read 4:27 am. The room was slightly chilly, even though we had both redressed, but I didn't want to pull the blanket over me because then Harry would know I was awake.

"Midnight moonlight shining through the curtain lace
paints a perfect picture on your perfect face.
One sweet angel sleeping in my arms." Harry sang softly to him. I loved hearing Harry sing, especially to Matthew. He had a beautiful voice though he would never admit it. "You are the promise I new God would keep, you are the gift that makes my world complete." He walked back and laid Matthew back in his bed — well, bathtub. "And you'll never know how much I love you, but I'll keep on telling you my whole life through. Now I believe in miracles and you're the reason why. So dream on while I sing you my angel's lullaby." Harry walked back to the bed and I quickly shut my eyes to pretend I was asleep. I felt the bed dip down beside me and I felt his arm wrap around me. "You know you can never fool me." He whispered.

I smiled and opened my eyes. "I've never heard you sing that one before." I said and pecked his lips, "It's beautiful."

"My mum used to sing that to me, it was my favorite lullaby and that's the only song I ever asked her to sing." He said quietly. He yawned and stretched his body but winced slightly.

"How are you feeling? You ok?" I asked, concerned. I never wanted to hurt Harry and I feel pretty bad that I did.

"I'm fine." Harry sighed, "I told you it would hurt the first time at least. And besides, it only hurts if I stretch." He explained.

"Are you sure?" I asked again.

"Yes, Louis." He sighed, getting a little annoyed at my constant worrying. "I like feeling it, reminds me that it really happened." Harry blushed. I blushed as well at Harry's confession.

"Yeah?" I suddenly felt giddy. "How much did you like it?" I asked as I rolled on top of him and straddled his lap.

"I loved it." Harry moaned and wrapped his arms around my neck. He pulled me down close to his face and whispered against my lips, "Love feeling you inside me." And that's when I lost it. I dove for his lips and kissed them roughly, wanting to express how fucking hot that was through my kiss. Harry kissed me back just as roughly and his hand slid into my hair and tugged making me moan into his mouth.

Knock Knock Knock

We immediately pulled apart, fearing the knocks because we definitely weren't expecting anyone. "Louis." Harry's voice filled with fear but he pushed me off gently, "Go hide with Matthew, okay." I did not argue with him and did as I was told. I heard him walk to the door and open it slowly. The chain lock stopped him from opening the door all the way but I heard Harry gasp, "Martha!" He shrieked, but was cut short when the door was forced open, I heard it hit him and the chain links fall all over the floor. I was not going to hide when I knew Harry was in trouble so I rushed into the room and saw Martha behind held by her arm, she had a black eye and dried blood was under her nose. Red and his men crowded into the room and threw Martha on the floor.

"Thank your little friend for telling us where you went." Red sneered before he grabbed me and tried to take me out of the room. Everything was happening so fast, I screamed and I heard Harry shout and he tried to reach me. But Red's men grabbed him and started beating him, one held his arms so he couldn't fight back while the other was punching him. I screamed and thrashed around in Red's grip, hoping to hit him in any way I could. I heard Matthew crying and Harry groaning and I went mental. I was yelling and thrashing every limb and it felt like Red's grip was loosening. The only thing I remember seeing was blood on Harry's face before something hit me in the head and my world went black.

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I heard muffled noises as I slowly regained consciousness. I tried moving but my limbs were restricted by ropes around my wrists and ankles. I opened my eyes but my vision was blurred due to a brown sack over my head. I started to panic — I couldn't feel Harry near, I couldn't hear Matthew laughing, I couldn't find my family. I started pulling harder on the ropes, hoping I could brake free, but it was no use. "Ah, so you are alive." I froze when I heard his voice. The snake that I feared all my life, the one who uneasy sad to admit was my father — Richard. I heard his footsteps moving towards me then the sack was ripped off my head. The bright light blinded me for a moment before my eyes adjusted and I saw it was my train car.

"Where's Harry?! Where's Matthew?!" I shouted at him. I continued to tug on my restraints, but they would not loosen.

"You mean your lover and your adopted son?" Richard sneered. My eyes widened and I thought I was going to be sick. "He is your lover isn't he? That's why you ran away with him."

I panicked and spouted the first thing that I thought would save mine and Harry's skins, "No, he's not my lover!"

"Eh, too bad, the authorities should have him now. And I'm sure you're aware of what they do to fags in prison." I wanted to cry so badly, but I would not give Richard that satisfaction. "And the kid should be in a foster home by morning."

"No, he is my son! He's your grandson! He looks just like me, you said it yourself!" I tried convincing him.

"So, you cheated on your lover with that showgirl slut?" He smirked.

"He's not my lover! And Audrey was not a slut!" I shouted at him. "You can't keep me here! I'll —"

"You'll do what?!" He yelled at me. "You can do nothing! You are a weak little fag! You have no other purpose in life except to make me rich. I own you, you're my bitch." He sneered.

"I'm your son." I said quietly. I was hurt by his words. I did not think Richard would ever stoop as low as to call me his bitch.

What hurt even worse was what he said next. "You're nothing."

He stormed out of the car and left me tied to the bed. I betrayed myself and I started to cry. I was scared for Harry and Matthew. I wanted Richard to be wrong, I wanted Harry and Matthew to be safe. My heart felt broken. What Richard said to me really did hurt me. I did not want to believe him, but deep down I did.

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Oh my! This isn't good :(

I know the chapter wasn't very long but I hope you enjoyed it anyway!

Remember, you're all my favorite peoples! Ily!

~ Jessica