One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

Baby Mama Drama //Louis//

You held Louis' hand tightly as you guys sat in the waiting room. You leaned your head on his shoulder, as he bounced his legs up and down.
"She is so stupid," he whispers to you, his head hung low. You looked up at him, you felt really bad. You hated when he was distraught. "How could she do this?" Louis cries looking up at you. You were silent, you had no idea what you could say about this situation. You guys were in the hospital, currently waiting news on his daughter, Elliott. Elliott was admitted into the hospital 5 hours ago. No one new exactly what had happened to her, but one could take a wild guess. Elliott was covered in bruises and they weren't tiny ones either. Louis' ex finally came stumbling into the waiting room.
"Where is she?" She asked sniffling. You looked at her in disgust.
"Your daughter is fighting for her life and you come this?" Louis says in horror, staring at her. "What is wrong with you?! Are you that much of an imbecile?!" He shouts standing up, towering over her. You stayed in your seat watching. Louis needed to get his anger out. His ex, Nettie gulped staring at him.
"I-I...." She began to say, blinking away some tears.
"You what? Why is MY daughter in this hospital with multiple bruises?! Huh? What did you do to her?" He screams pointing a finger at her. You stood up placing a hand on his arm to calm him down.
"You're not going to get any answers by yelling at her." You whispered to him. Nettie looks at you and scoffs.
"I don't understand why you brought her. This is about our family." Nettie spoke up, all evidence of tears gone. You looked at her as if she had grown two heads.
"Excuse me? I'm trying to calm him down and you're starting with me? You're lucky I have my composure or I'd smack some common sense into you. Count your blessings sweetheart cause you're running out of them." You spat at her. Her eyes widened as she looked at you with hatred.
"Don't talk to me like that!" She growls raising her hand to strike you. Oh, you wished she would. Louis grabbed her hand pushing her back from you.
"Do you have a problem?" He glares at her, letting go of her hand. Nettie rubbed her wrist staring at Louis in fear. He was never rough with her, no matter how stupid she acted.
"Elliott Tomlinson?" The doctor walked into the room, looking up from his clip board. You all looked to him and he walked over.
"How is she?" Louis asked biting his lips.
"Well.... she has a fractured rib, broken collar bone, fracture wrist, and swelling around the brain." He listed injuries after injuries. No child deserved that at all.
"What?..." Louis breathes out, shaking his head in denial. Not his baby girl. Elliott had just turned 3 the other day. She was extremely happy, there was no signs of any abuse.
"Her injuries are too excessive. This will be under investigation." He told you all. When he left, Louis got up in Nettie's face.
"Who did that to her?" He demanded an answer. Nettie shook her head, shrugging.
"I don't know." She choked out.
"Yeah, so she just magically got beaten up?" He stares at her in disgust.
"I didn't do anything. I love our daughter." She sobs, tears streaming down her face.
"Some love you have. Stay away from her. If you come near us I'll have you arrested." Louis warns grabbing hold of your hand. He leads you to Elliott's room. You guys weren't allowed in the room just yet so you guys just looked in through the glass window.
"She looks so fragile." You whisper touching the glass. Elliott had a tube down her throat that was helping her breathe. Louis started crying staring at her.
"I can't loose her. I can't." He hugs you, crying into your shoulder. You rubbed his back, sighing.
"You won't loose her. She's a fighter, just like her daddy."