*Louis*
She looked so scared. So fragile.
I felt tears in my eyes. "Rosily, what's wr-"
"Please, stay away. Don't hurt me." She was curled up in a ball, shaking. "Please, please, pleas..."
"Sir I'm sorry, but you have to leave." The nurse said, rushing in.
"No! I will not leave!" I said, getting angry. "She is my daughter, and I will stay in here if I want to!"
"You have t-"
"I just said I was not leaving."
"Louis -"
"No Harry! I -" I got cut off by Harry picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. I started punching his back.
He walked out of Rosily's room and sat me on the bench that outside the door.
"Louis, you won't go in there until I say you can." Harry said madly. "Stop being so mean! You scared the bloody hell out of Rosily, and you were still yelling. She's so fucking scared of you and you still tried to talk to her!" Harry screamed, making me flinch. "Go home, bloody cool down, and don't come back." Harry walked back into Rosily's room, so I did what he told me to. I stood up, and walked to the flat.
*Harry*
I walked back into Rosily's room after blowing up on Louis.
When I walk in, I see the nurse trying to calm Rosily down, and Michael trying to tell the nurse to let him do it.
"Can he please do it?" I said, annoyed at the nurse for not letting Michael do it. "He's usually the one to calm her down." I pointed at Michael. The nurse backed away from Rosily and Michael climbed into the bed with Rosily, pulling her on his lap. She immediately buried her head into his neck, calming down. Michael started rubbing her back and whispering into her ear.
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hello loves! x
so I wrote this yesterday, but I never got to update it....
sorry it's so short :/ xx
I will be starting another fanfiction soon,
maybe next week xx
byeeeeee xx
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
Adopted
Fanfictionthis story didnt turn out how i planned it but i like it this way anyways. the beginning is boring but i reckon the rest isnt. there will be two 5sos's in it. 1. foetus as rosily's best friends 2. present as (im not going to spoil this one on you...