Apocalypse (larry stylinson)

Chapter 18

Ok so I promise this is gonna be so much better.

Sooo much better.

And most of you guys are saying that Louis is really girly. Buttt. You know I kinda imagined him like that if he had a daughter.

But I'll make him manly I guess.

Well maybe...

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Louis p.o.v

My arms are still wrapped around Harry as we stare into each other's eyes. But a small tug is felt pulling me out of my daze. Turning around I see Amanda with tired eyes.

"Daddy, I'm sweepy," she yawns rubbing her eyes with her hands. I pick her up laying her head upon my shoulder and look to Harry. I motion him to follow.

We walk back down the creaking metal stairs until I get a thought. How did he aim it correctly?

How did he do it?

I look up to him with lowered eye brows. Like in confusion.

"What?" he asks with a grin spreading across his lips.

"Are you some ninja?" I ask as we continue our walk down the rusty steps.

"What? No sir I'm not," he chuckles.

"Then how did you pierce that creatures head so well?" I wonder looking back to him.

"Well you know if you have anger built up inside of you, you learn things. And it's just like shooting a gun," he shrugs sarcastically.

"But you made it look so easy," I smirk raising an eye brow.

"Well, I guess my skills improved" he smiles shrugging his shoulders.

"Hmm," I hum looking to the ground.

We both are standing in front of the cemented room we are going to sleep in. But both surprised to see Samantha sitting in the middle of the room.

"Umm, Samantha? Are you ok?" I ask taking Amanda who's eyes are shut over to the stacked blankets. I look back over to Samantha, she looks pale.

"Samantha?" I ask bending down to her putting a hand to her shoulder. She flinches away her breath heavy.

I look up to Harry who comes in front of her.

"Get away!" She panics.

"Samantha what is your problem?" I ask spinning her to face me.

"Lou, hold on,"Harry puts his hand up, his head is down and his eyes are concentrated on her wrist.

"What?" I ask looking at where his eyes are faced.

"Can I see your wrist?" he asks looking her in the eyes. She shakes her head quickly pulling her sleeve down.

Harry looks to me with furrowed eye brows. I just shrug and look back to Samantha.

"Sam, come on let him se-"

"No, no I- I don't trust him!" She yells loudly. Niall and Liam rush in with concerned looks upon their faces.

"What's going on?" Liam steps forward seeing that Samantha is upset.

"Sam, quiet down, Amanda is sleeping." I point over to my sleeping daughter as she toss and turns.

"Let's get out of here," Harry whispers to me. I nod agreeing as I wrap my arm under Samantha's legs and around her back.

"NO!" She screams in my arms trying to get out of my grasp.