when we were eighteen - book one ✔️

Chapter Eighteen

LOUIS // JANUARY 2017

Louis was putting the bags into the backseat. He couldn't believe that fucker came back. If Louis ever came to face-to-face with him, he would probably rip his head off. Harry was so terrified, more than when he would have the night terrors. For that, he wanted Kyle to die. The hatred he had in his veins was so strong, cold.

He locked the car and went back to the elevator, standing next to a tall blonde man and thinking how to capture Winnie so they can get her in the carrier. As the elevator doors begun to close, the man next to him asked, "Can you hit floor three, please?"

"Sure, mate, that's my floor," Louis said, hitting the button. He was anxious to get back to Olivia and Harry.

"You lived here long?" The man asked Louis.

Louis looked up at him, shocked by the white blonde hair on his head. He had never seen something so light before. He felt uncomfortable by the intensity in his eyes, so he lied as his answer, "Yup. You?"

"Just moved in, eighteen."

Louis's blood ran cold, that was his flat with Harry. He was speaking to fucking Kyle. Fuck, how was he going to get into the apartment with this psycho on his ass?

The doors opened to the third floor and they started walking, Kyle right behind Louis. Louis pulled out his phone, texting Harry quickly, "lock the front door, he's here".

"You're Louis, aren't you?" Kyle asked, his voice too close to him.

"Yup, and you are?" He had to maintain his cool, he couldn't just flip his lid on him.

"Name's Kyle," he said, sticking something into the small of Louis's back. A gun. Louis closed his eyes and prayed that he wouldn't hurt Harry or Olivia. Not his family.

"Heard a lot about you, mate," snipped back Louis. They got to front door of eighteen and Louis slowly turned around to face the fucker.

"Bet you did. Harry never shut his goddamn mouth about you. He was always hung up on you, you ruin our relationship." Kyle said, holding the gun low at his waist but not pointing it at Louis.

"Yeah, I bet those times when you hit him or even when you raped him didn't ruin your relationship. Just me, sounds accurate," Louis said, his voice challenging.

"Shh, shh. I did no such thing... You see, Harry's a pathological liar and he ran away when we had a little fight. Been looking for him for months now."

"That's not what I think happened, asshole."

"I have the gun here, asshole. I just want to see my boyfriend and our baby. I saw that he has a kid, timing would say that it is most definitely mine. Unless Harry was being a little slut and sleeping with you behind my back."

"I don't know what you're talking about, there's no baby here. Sorry, you must have gotten the wrong flat."

Kyle smiled, it was a gross smile like he had an evil idea in his head. Louis didn't like it at all. "You want to be the daddy. Open the door."

"I don't have my keys, mate," Louis lied.

"Harry's probably watching through the peephole, he was always a nosy bastard." Kyle turned to the door and said, "Open the door or I'll blow your little boy-toy away. You have three seconds and I do hope you remember how I always follow through with my threats, HarBear."

Louis prayed that Harry had called the police and they would come down the hall at any moment. He prayed that Harry kept the door closed and that he died. He would rather have that than have this fucker hurt his family.