Forced Family 3

T W E N T Y O N E

Hi! Authors note at the beginning because this is a VERY long chapter. Also very overdue. My sincerest apologies. Here is the backstory of what happened to Louis while on vacation with Harry and Zayn! 

When the words look like this it's the present time

When the words look like this it's a flashback

When the words look like this it's the first day Louis went on "vacation" with Harry and Zayn, the much-requested backstory :)

I hope you enjoy! :) All the love in the world, Emma :)

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Humming softly, Harry kneels down turning the faucet to the right and ducking his hand under the water checking the temperature. Lazily he flicks the water away glancing over his shoulder to the boy that sat with his knees to his chest tears cascading down his cheeks at his perdicament.

"Oh baby," Harry coos, it wasn't as if he enjoyed his baby being depressed, Harry thought taking away the idea of Louis growing up again to be a Tomlinson would provide him the relief to return to headspace if he knew he had no other option, clearly it had the adverse effect as all the boy could do was cry.

Louis sniffles letting his oceanic orbs meet the forest eyes before him, he lifts a hand toward him, he doesn't want to touch the man, much less be comforted by him, but he knows he always gets further with the men when he gives in without a fight. 

Harry takes the bait with a grin coiling on his lips, he scoops the boy into his arms kissing his forehead, "My sweet boy," swaying with him, he pauses showing Louis himself in the mirror, "Look at my boy," Harry purs, Louis shakily turns his head pitifully staring at the boy he didn't recognize in the mirror. 

Tapping the end of Louis' nose, Harry tuts at him removing his shirt, "My fussy little boobear," the once silent sobs turn into gut-wrenching wails as Louis protests by pushing Harry's hands off him silently demanding he be left alone. 

Floating into the temporary headspace his subconscious defaulted to when it became too much, Louis relaxed his body in the warm water, his eyes rolling back into his head as his eyelids closed, he knew he'd been drugged. 

Feeling the foreign harshness of a washcloth dragging against his skin, Louis grunts softly in response, he feels a million feet away from the men in the water. He felt safe, and calm, Louis felt free in the water. "My little boobear,"

Staring in his cracked bedroom mirror, Louis inhales deeply adjusting his shirt. While he'd been transported physically back into his childhood hell home, mentally he felt the same unease even with the men he'd chosen to call parents. 

While Louis knew he'd since considered heavily the realities of that choice and the impending future that meant he'd never be growing up, Louis still battled daily with the idea of being insane. Was he insane? He remembers Liam insulting him with that word when he said he was signing him into the hospital, "You're crying for men that kidnapped us, Lewis! You're insane!"

Liam was..right? Right? Louis sighed his eyes flickering over his outfit with tears pricking his eyes, he truly questioned where the sudden jolt happened in his life, one moment he was carefree the next he woke up. Does that make him a bad person? He ruined what looked like such a perfect family. 

"You're breaking your papa's heart right now, I hope you know that," Zayn growls, he's pacing in front of Louis who stands with his feet turned inward his cheeks raw from the tears that coursed endlessly down them dripping off his cheeks, "I-I," Louis' defense is cut off when Zayn smacks him, "You don't get to talk right now!" he roars, Louis, backing away from the man gasping at the impact of the hit, he stares in bewilderment at the man he'd called daddy for four years, the man he begged to be able to go home too two years ago. The man he asked to check under his bed for monsters—the man who colored pictures with him on Saturday mornings.