Chapter 11

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Obama's pov:

I arrived at Louis' house. When I reached his front door anger filled my veins. I got into his house and I found him in his room. My child was laying passed out on his bed and he was standing next to it with a satisfied smile. His smirk grew wider when he saw me.

"So you're-"

"SHUT UP" I said and I slapped him across the face "SHUT UP AND GIVE ME MY CHILD BACK. DO YOU KNOW THAT HARRY WON'T STOP CRYING. GIVE IT BACK TO ME"

"No." He said

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO? "

" I MEAN NO. I'M NOT GIVING IT BACK TO YOU"

"WITH WHAT RIGHT? THIS IS MY CHILD YOU CAN'T JUST TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME. THIS IS KIDNAP."

"NO I'M NOT GIVING YOU YOUR CHILD BACK. NOT YET"

"NOT YET? WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT YET?"

"I will only give you your child back ONLY if Harry breaks up with you and he gets back with me"

"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU. ALL OF- ALL OF THIS TO GET HARRY BACK? THIS IS YOUR REVENGE PLAN FOR SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED A YEAR AGO? YOU'RE SO STUPID. DO YOU KNOW THAT HARRY HATES YOU? "

"Then I'm sorry my friend but you can't have your kid back"

"You're unbelievable... " I said.

I got out of his house and I started walking towards mine. I was wondering what was I supposed to say to Harry. I wasn't able to get our kid back. I started crying. I started remembering all the good times without Louis. The worst thing is everything that had happened was my fault. As I was walking it suddenly hit me. How could I forget? I'm so stupid. I stopped crying and I ran to our house smiling.

I had a plan.

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