My Harry My Louis

Chapter 1

First chapter

Knocking sounded through the house waking me from my slumber, Eyes glancing towards the light on the night stand, flicking it on whilst raising myself up from the bed.
"Knock, knock, knock", the sound went again as I got up out the bed slipping on my slippers and dressing gown, before following the noise down the stairs and towards the front door.
Turning on the front porch light I unlocked the door, pulling it open revealing 2 police officers with saddened expressions.
"How could I help you?", my voice cracking from the lack of sleep and eyes squinting from the brightness of the porch light.
The male officer glanced down at his partner before looking back up at me, "Mr Tomlinson? Im officer Holden and this is officer Kylie, if you wouldn't mind I think it be better if we could talk inside". His voice was smooth to smooth and that at moment my gut began to knot.
I showed the two officers inside to the living room. The tension clear in the air as I felt surrounded when both officers took the couch opposite from me. The female officer seemed to be fidgeting with her fingers, whilst the male officer took off his hat.
"I'm afraid there's been an accident", the male officer started before stopping again. At that moment all my fears where confirmed, the tears started prickling at my eyes, breath shortening as the knots in my stomach turned to a stab wound. "Harry?".
Both the male and female officers heads lowered and shook a yes just before confirming it with speech. The prickling tears, turned to a storm. The shortness of breath, turned to a asthma attack. And that stab wound in my stomach, turned to being ripped open. Screams of torment, hate, sadness and love roared from my mouth.
"This can't be true, it can't be my Harry!", I continued.
"That's why we need you to come down to the city morgue to confirm the body", the female officer spoke up for the first time.
"Daddy?", the soft raspy voice of our child broke the screams and the crying, pulling me back from the other side.
Her eyes spotted the two police officers which sat across from me. Her soft brown curls bouncing as she ran across the open space into my open arms. "Come here baby", I cried even more.
Her emerald eyes inherited by her father went sad as she watched me. "What's wrong daddy?", she asked whilst running her dainty fingers through my hair. I couldn't bring my self to tell our daughter of the news that just ruined me.
"I could watch your daughter whilst you go down town? If that's okay with you", the female officer asked as she noticed my discomfort with talking to my daughter.
"Thank you", I thanked the female officer before going back upstairs to get dressed and taking a ride with the male officer down to the city morgue.
The ride was quite, mainly consisting of myself overthinking every single detail of our lives and reliving each memory we shared together. From the first day we meet, to the last time we talked.