ON HIATUS || One Night Can Change It All [Larry Stylinson] (boyxboy)

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[A.N at the end please read, important]

4 years later

Louis' POV

"Anna Rose Tomlinson! How many times must I tell you that it's not good to eat play dough!" I scold my 3-almost 4 year old daughter. I stand with my arms crossed over my chest as I stare at my baby girl.

My eyes soften as she looks up at me with those big watery green eyes. I sigh, picking her up and walk towards the bathroom. "Daddy didn't mean to yell baby girl. But you know not to eat that. It's not food. Okay?" I say, wiping the blue and red off her mouth and hands.

"Know Daddy. Very sorry." She says pouting, and I can't help but smile and kiss her cheek. "It's okay baby. Just.. Don't do it again okay? If you want a little snack then come to me and I'll fix you something." I say and Anna nods her head, resting it on my chest.

I smile, kissing her head before walking back out into the living room. I check the time on the clock hanging on the wall and see it's almost time for me to start work.

When I first found out I was pregnant, my whole world came crashing down. I love Anna with all my heart, believe me. It's just her timing was wrong. I wasn't ready to be a parent at only 19 years old. I had school and so much plans for my future, but I had to give those dreams up when I had her.

I'm not gonna lie and say things got better, because they didn't. When my school found out I was pregnant, they took away my scholarship and I lost everything. I went back home to my mum and she took me in after I told her everything.

I'm grateful that she didn't turn me away when I needed her. And I really needed her. I spiraled downwards and throughout most of my pregnancy, I was always in my old childhood room. My mom had to force me to take my medication and go to doctor appointments.

For the first 5 months of my pregnancy, I did nothing to care for myself or my baby the way I should have. But for the most part it changed when I was told I'll be having a baby girl. I held my mother's hand as I cried, hugging the sonogram to my chest as I apologized profusely for not taking better care of my baby girl.

After that, I had a smooth pregnancy and gave birth to a healthy baby girl the 8th of May 2012. I thought everything was going to be okay after that but I hit a low point when I struggled to care for her. The late nights sitting up with her, with the job hunting I was doing, because I couldn't depend on my mother any longer, really broke me further.

I would spend nights, just crying as I held Anna who wouldn't stop screaming. My mother had given me a good long talk when she came into the room after I had put Anna in her crib and left her while she continued to cry.

I tried even harder to be the dad she needed and I eventually got back on track. I then applied for a job in London, as a dance teacher and when I got hired, I took Anna and left for London. I bought a flat with the help of my mother and since then I've been stable.

I relapse now and again, mostly when I sometimes look at Anna. She just reminds me so much of him. Her eyes are exactly like his. Her hair is curly like his. I feel so terrible at times when I can barely look at her because all I see is him.