loucifer ✔

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It was just six months ago..

Unbelievable..

They ended things six months ago, which is hard to believe.

They've been through so much together and everything is gone. Harry still cries at night because of the way they ended things, Louis screaming and crying with Harry acting so ruthless..admitting everything..breaking him apart with every confession.

Now here he is, single staring at himself in the mirror, still trying to keep hold of old memories, dreaming.

Harry stared at himself in the mirror of the hospital he awaited in, clenching the sink until knuckles were white. He tried breathing slowly, but it didn't calm him down not one bit.

He looked back at the closed door and walked towards it, opening it and revealing Louis and only one of their children.

He wanted to kiss him so bad, he wanted to lay there and touch him. Comfort him, telling him its okay but it's not okay..Monroe didn't make it..

He was too small, unhealthy, more pale than his sister. Then they announced it to them both, that they lost him.

Like he was a couple of fucking keys or something.

You can't lose a baby, you just can't.

Then there was Louis, suffering from depression, his baby..his eighteen year old baby. He doesn't want Louis like this, wanting himself to die instead of the baby, telling them to pull the plug on him instead of Monroe but they couldn't do that

Louis is blaming himself now, it was his fault for everything. He was stressed, he overdosed, he almost died.

He blamed himself for it all.

He said he didn't deserve to live.

That he was a disgrace to the human race.

Harry just cried, looking down at Louis holding their baby girl, but he's turning into skin and bones right in his face. He feared that if Louis doesn't make it, then he'll suffer from so much pain and as Azriah grows older she'll have to sit and watch her other father slowly drift away in the world.

Harry touched Louis' cheek and he flinched a little with a soft hiss, "I fell asleep..I'm sorry." He mumbled, slowly opening his eyes.

"No, its okay, Love..get the rest you need.." Harry smiled, sitting down on his chair close to the bed, "Can I hold her?" He asked, Louis turned his head to Harry and nodded slowly.

"Yeah.." He whispered, Harry reached and carefully picked up Azriah, gasping at how beautiful she is.

Her long curled eyelashes reminded him of Louis' , he softly grazed the pad of his thumb over her soft skin and as he did so her eyes fluttered open, revealing her dark greenish eyes, a hint of blue around the pupil. Azriah looked up at Harry confusingly, pouting at the unfamiliar face.

" She looks a lot like you, huh?" Louis asked, staring up at the ceiling.

"She really does..she's beautiful." Harry smiled, wiggling his finger at her stomach and with her small hands, she grabbed Harry's finger and held it.

Harry cried a little more, his baby girl is holding on his finger and staring up at him with wide eyes.

"Hey.." He chuckled, "Hey, twin.." he cooed, kissing her small hands. It seemed like Azriah liked Harry's talking, Harry could've swore she smiled a little right before closing her eyes.

"Where do we go from here?" Louis asked, finally turning to see Harry, rocking Azriah against his chest.

"I miss you.." Harry sighed, "I love you and please..I need you."