No Control (L.S BDSM)

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Word count: 1196
This chapter was edited the 19.02.2023

Sometimes life feels like a big ocean where we don't know where we will find land, if we find it, we will survive, but if we don't, we will find out which religion had the right answer to the mystery of death.

Detective Jonson was sitting in a chair at the hospital, waiting impatiently for answers to the shooting that had occurred in the district he is chief of. He was about to interview one of the survivors, surname Collins. From the evidence, they have found the last three days this man was the reason behind it all. Jonson was walking inside the hospital with a shiver of the coldness the man was giving the atmosphere. Collins were weak, but awake.

"Why would you try to kill Louis and Harry Tomlinson?" Jonson asked the man who where lying in his hospital bed hooked up to machines. He looked weak, but the detective wanted and needed answers.

"I didn't plan on killing Harry Styles, he was a part of another plan" Collins spoke groggily, not having used his voice during the last days in medical coma. The bullet from Louis's pistol went through his body close to his heart.

"Which plan was that?" the detective asked him.

"I was going to ask him to marry me" the sick man told him. The detective had seen these explanations before during shootings, but he knew the man was lying behind his real motives.

"Am I right that you wanted Louis Tomlinson dead?" he then asked. The man in the bed opened his eyes wide, understanding that the evidence he hoped would be negative towards the Tomlinson's were coming back at him in the wrong way. He was being seen as the bad guy.

"I was the one who should've had his success. Zayn Malik was my best friend until Louis richman Tomlinson came into his life. I went from support and success to being alone. Tomlinson ruined my life in so many ways. With the help of Malik, he became the better dom-man, he got a huge business" the shooter yelled out in frustration. The veins at his neck thick and showing. For chief detective Jonson it was easy to see jealousy were the motive behind the actions that happened in the basement of First Bank Avenue.

"I hope you understand the price of your actions. Harry and Louis Tomlinson are in critical conditions due to your values and scary thoughts" the detective said, very unprofessional, but speaking out of his emotions. He knew the Tomlinson's as great humans, who spend lots of money on charity both local and global. He couldn't say it out loud, but he was definitely on the Tomlinson's side and were more than ready to bring down Collins.

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Harry Edward Tomlinson:

My heart panicked as I felt my mind being awoken by a sharp pain. I felt dizzy, and didn't know where I was or how I got there. Deep down in me I felt like something important was missing from me. I tried my best to open my heavy eyes. As I got them halfway open I could see the white walls of a hospital through a blurry vision. I could see my arms attached to machines, stressing me out. I knew nothing about my condition. I stared around in the room for Louis, but he was nowhere to be found. If his dismissal didn't scare me enough I looked down at my stomach seeing a long scar. My stomach was much smaller than the last time I saw it. It didn't feel as it used to feel. Where is my star, where is my love? Blue Iris's at the table beside my bed gives me faith and hope that answers will arrive to me soon.

«Harry, you are awake baby» I heard the voice that could make me feel the best feelings of love, the one that could make me obey and now cry. It belongs to Louis. He is safe. He is here. Ready to hold me in his arms.

«Where is star?» I asked him letting a tear slip from my eye. It fell down my cheek, as Louis was quick to stroke it away with his hand. He leaned down to kiss me, placing one hand on my stomach.

«Star is in the nursery in the room beside us. You lost a lot of blood during birth Harry, you have been out for a week» Louis explained. The stress came over me, and my breathing increased and become irregular. I lost his first week.

«It's okay Harry. Star is a fighter, just like his daddy. But if you ever hide something like this for me again your daddy will spank your ass so you can't sit down until star become a teenager and I have mini Harrys to deal with and need your help» Louis scolds me making me laugh a little with cries. I make room in my bed so Louis can lie down beside me. He told me the story about how he found out about Collins, and what happened to him. The bullet went through his kidney, which apparently was good for survival. Louis is fine, of course, he is, he can't die, he is fighting to keep me and now star safe and disciplined.

«Do you want to meet our son?» Louis asks as I have calmed down as his little spoon.

«Yes please» I tell him smiling with all my energy. This might not be the way I planned to meet him, but it's a day I never will forget. Louis helped me over to a wheelchair and pulled it toward the nursery. There the little man was. Aster Louis Tomlinson. Little, smaller than most babies, but perfect. Our little perfect boy. Mine and Louis's big happiness.

«Oh star, we love you so much. With us you will forever be safe» I tell him leaning down to kiss his small forehead, filling it all with my lips as Louis has him in his arms.

«Sorry sirs he needs some rest now» the nurse told us and then kept telling us babies need a lot of rest to get healthy and grow. But we shouldn't be scared to come to hold him for longer when he is bigger. We smile at our boy as we walk out of the room, being meet by a man in a suit.

«Mr. and Mr. Tomlinson, good to see you. I'm detective Jonson. I want to inform you both that Collins died of the shooting thirty minutes ago» the man said. I let out a relieved breath, this was our sign of a brighter future. It's a future of love. I have the son I wanted, the husband I longed for. I have a life that I wouldn't change for anything.

«Thank you» we both told him grateful.

Louis walked me into my hospital room and helped me undress and get up in bed. He then cuddled into my back. «Just know, when you get out of here, your ass is mine» he whispers. And I know I'm fucked.