Taken {Sequel to *Crash*}

Fifteen

Azlynn woke up cold and with a headache. She vaguely remembered the night before, considering it was during very late, (or very early), hours of the day.

She groggily got out of bed and went into her bathroom, taking out the thermometer and checking her temperature to find out she had a fever.

She unlocked her door and opened it, walking to her fathers' room.

She knocked and she heard Louis mutter a "come in."

So Azlynn walked in and showed Louis the thermometer.

"Oh," Louis said before getting out of his own bed, "101°." /Fahrenheit/

"Yup," Azlynn said, popping the 'p'.

Louis then felt his daughter's forehead, it burning up under the back of his palm.

"I'll get you some cold medicine. You'll babw to stay home from school today," Louis said, yawning and leaving the room to go to the main bathroom where the cold medicine was.

Azlynn followed and ended up having to take the disgusting medicine, then instantly getting a bottle of water to wash the foul taste out of her mouth.

"Thanks," Azlynn said tiredly.

"You're welcome," Louis said, sitting next to Azlynn at the counter.

"I'm sorry," Azlynn said, referring to the night before. She wasn't actually sorry of course, she just said it as an attempt to get out of trouble.

"No you're not," Louis sighed, "Why don't you just behave?"

"You're talking to me like I'm a three year old," Azlynn said.

"It's because you're so fucking stupid, Azlynn!" Louis raised his voice, "You don't understand that Harry and I love you and want the best for you!"

"It's a funny way of showing you love me! You ground me and try to get me and my boyfriend to break up!" Azlynn yelled back.

"It's because Derek is a bad influence on you," Louis said, quieter this time.

"How?!" Azlynn was still yelling.

"He got you doing drugs, smoking, and drinking for one," Louis said. He knew about everything. Azlynn thought she was being very secretive about those things.

"How do you know about the drugs and alcohol," Azlynn said.

"You don't think I've seen it in your room when Harry or I clean it for you?"

"Fuck you," Azlynn laughed before standing up and walking away.

Louis followed her and grabbed her arm, "Say again?"

"Fuck you, you son of a fucking cunt," Azlynn spat.

"Don't talk to me like that," Louis said, obviously hurt from Azlynn's words.

"Let go of me," Azlynn said, trying to pull away from Louis' strong grip.

"Most definitely not," Louis said.

"I said let me go you fucker!" Azlynn screamed, waking up Harry and Evelyn.

Azlynn ripped herself free and pushed Louis to the ground, running to the kitchen and grabbing a knife.

Harry ran down the stairs and helped Louis up, them going into the kitchen and seeing her point the knife at them.

"I'm not afraid to kill you," Azlynn threatened.

"Calm down," Harry said, putting himself in front of Louis to protect the older lad.

"No," Azlynn was crying at this point.

"Put down the knife," Harry said, his voice steady and calm.

"No, no, no," Azlynn said, her grip tightening on the handle of the kitchen knife.

"Put it down," Harry repeated, his calm voice starting to fail.

"I said no," Azlynn said again.

Harry inched closer to Azlynn, making sure Louis was still a good distance away.

Harry tried to get her to put down the knife again, but Azlynn took the knife and stabbed Harry in the shoulder, rather close to his neck.

He winced and took her wrist, he pulled out the knife and threw it. It landed on the counter, Harry's blood on the knife and surface of the counter.

Harry grabbed his wound, it hurting terribly.

"Fuck," Harry cursed.

"Harry," Louis whimpered out, "You fucking bitch," He said to Evelyn.

He grabbed his phone and called 999, explaining the problem.

Evelyn woke up soon after Louis got off the phone. Louis tried his best to apply pressure to Harry's wound. Louis even attempted to use towels as a tourniquet.

The ambulance arrived soon enough. Louis climbed into the vehicle as well as paramedics and obviously Harry was wheeled in. Evelyn would drive herself to the hospital.

The police came as well. Azlynn was placed in the back of the car and would be interviewed. But first, she was away to juvenile detention overnight.

Louis held Harry's hand while the paramedics treated Harry's wound. Since he was stabbed so close to his neck, they had to treat it more than they would have normally once they'd arrived at the hospital.

Harry was to stay in the hospital for a couple of days so the doctor could make sure he would be okay.

The nurse laid Harry on a hospital bed. Louis sat on the side in a very uncomfortable chair while holding his husband's hand.

"I can't believe our baby did this to you," Louis said. He was crying still. He had been the whole day.

"I can't either," Harry agreed.

"I don't know what to do anymore. She's constantly calling me names, she's doing drugs, she's cutting..." Louis trailed off.

"She-she's doing drugs? She's cutting herself?!" Harry said, getting worried.

Louis cried even harder and nodded.

Louis laid his head on Harry's good shoulder, sobbing into it.

"She just doesn't get it."

"I know," Harry replied, "I know."

/a/n I DID A DOUBLE UPDATE BECAUSE I'M MAD AND WRITING IS A GOOD COPE FOR ME

ZAYN MALIK IS A FUCKING JOKE CALL ME A FAKE FAN ALL YOU WANT BECAUSE I HONESTLY DON'T GIVE A FUCK

BYEEEE
EMILY xx