HERO Larry Stylinson

Chapter 5

READ THE AUTHOUR'S NOTE!!

So I have been thinking 'Maybe I should try writing this in 3rd person' So I am going to try it, and I need you all to help me and tell me whether it is better in third person or how I was writing it? Okay that is all, keep reading and please enjoy!!

Louis laid in his crib, where his sleep was being disturbed by the nightmare that was once his life. He was petrified by what he was seeing, he witnessed his Mum being beaten, he heard his Dad's words of hatred being thrown at him, he felt the pain of his Dad beating him, burning him. What did he do wrong? He didn't know. Louis hated sleep, he hated reliving his life, he didn't understand why he kept seeing these points of his life, he didn't like it, it was scary, it was like he was there all over again. He was too lost in his nightmare to realise anything that was going on around him, he didn't know he was screaming, he didn't know he had tears pouring down his cheeks, he didn't know he was shaking violently, he didn't know that his nappy was soaking wet and leaking or that it was completely messy, he didn't even know that the light had been turned on and Harry had run into the room.

Harry's heart broke when he was met with the sight of his little boy, he quickly picked up his little boy and pulled him to his chest, rocking backwards and forwards, whispering reassuring words to him. 

Louis was finally awake unknown to Harry and was trying to push away from him, Louis had a funny feeling in his tummy and Louis knew when he gets the funny feeling, yucky tasting stuff comes out of his mouth. Last time he got in a lot of trouble when it went on the lady that was holding him, the lady had called it "vomit" and yelled and punished him for it, he didn't want the man who had given him his teddy that he named Ted to hurt him like everyone else had, he kept trying to push away, but it soon became too late, as he felt vomit rise and force it's way out, onto Harry's clean shirt. 

Harry quickly stepped into action and carried his bawling Louis to the bathroom in-case he was sick again, he knelt down in front of the toilet, he tried to get Louis to face the toilet but he wouldn't let go of Harry, instead Louis snuggled into his chest.

Harry stood up and carried the sobbing boy back to his bed, Harry sat on his bed, and leant against the headboard with Louis still in his arms, sobbing into his chest, "It's okay baby, Daddy's here, I'm here baby, Daddy's here, your new Daddy's got you" Harry repeated, even after Louis had stopped crying.

Louis looked up at Harry with curiosity. Louis didn't like the word 'Daddy' he had heard kids in the orphanage talking about how a Daddy was suppose to be, they were meant to be nice, his daddy wasn't nice. The man that was holding him said he was his new daddy. Louis thought he seemed nice. But Louis wasn't going to call him Daddy, no this man won't be known as Daddy, not to Louis. For Louis, the word brought back painful memories, instead, to Louis, he would be known as Bada.

Harry smiled down at Louis "Come on baby, lets get you cleaned up" he said, before standing and walking to Louis room!

Harry laid Louis down on his changing table, he leant down and kissed his forehead. He walked over to Louis' chest of drawers and pulled out out a black onesie with little cars all over it, he walked back over to Louis, he undid his messy onesie and undid his nappy, he quickly wiped Louis, before finding a nighttime nappy and changing him into that, then putting him into the clean car onesie.

Harry picked Louis up and carried him into his room, before laying him on his bed, and quickly grabbed a clean black v-neck and changed into it, before picking up Louis and carrying him downstairs. It was only six o'clock, and Harry had decided that Louis' bed time was going to be seven, so he still had an hour. Harry carried Louis into the lounge room, and pulled out his box of toys, he pulled out some blocks and cars, and he placed Louis on the floor.