I Hate You (Larry Stylinson MPREG)

Chapter 59: Call me daddy one last time?

(‼️IMPORTANT A/N‼️: If you don't remember Chapter 1 I recommend going back and rereading it because this chapter is going to pick up where it left off)

2 weeks later...

Louis's POV:

I remember what he did to me.

"Honey, what do you mean? You remember what who did to you?" My mom asked me with concern.

"Harry..." I said weakly as I stared at Harry in horror as memories flashed through my mind.

"Baby," Harry said with joy. His eyes filled with what I assume to be happy tears as he walks towards me. "You remember me!" He reaches his hand towards me, but I automatically flinch back away from him.

"No! St-stay away from me! Get him away from me! I don't want him here!" I hysterically screamed. The beeping on the heart monitor attached to me started getting faster as my heart rate sped up as the images of what Harry has done to me continued to flash through my mind. "GET HIM OUT! I DON'T WANT TO SEE HIM EVER AGAIN! GET HIM OUT! GET OUT! I HATE YOU HARRY! I HATE YOU!" I was having a full blown panic attack or tantrum, whatever you want to call it, at this moment.

I couldn't help it and I can't stop the tears that are coming out of my eyes. I'm holding my head and shaking it vigorously trying to stop the horrifying memories.

As soon as these terrible memories flooded my head I couldn't bare to look at him. Seeing him just makes everything worse. I loved him so much how could he do this to me. He beat me so bad he put me in a coma. I can't believe I let this happen! Who have I become! I can't think straight right now. I can't think straight when I'm around him. All I know is that I need Harry out because he's making everything worse.

"What the fuck did you do to my little brother?!" My brother Austin yelled and next thing I see he's punching Harry in the face and blood is leaking out of his nose. I see Harry's nostrils flare and his fist ball up. Uh oh.

My mom gasped and yelled at Austin telling him to stop. I know what Harry's capable of. He's capable of murder! I'm scared for my brother's life so I start screaming hysterically. "AUSTIN STOP! HE'S DANGEROUS! HE'LL HURT YOU!"

"Harry I think it's best you leave," my dad said sternly, but calmly. He looks like he's trying not to lose his shit too.

"No! I'm not leaving this fucking room!" Harry angrily yelled and turned towards me. "I waited 2 fucking weeks for you to wake up and this is how you treat me! I fucking love you Louis!"

"You don't love me! You hurt me so much," I say sobbing into my mom's chest, who's holding me in her arms.

"Harry you're causing Louis to go into a panic, until we figure out why, I think it's best you leave," my mom kindly said to him. I can tell she's trying to stay calm for me, so I don't freak out more.

"Fine!" He yelled angrily, but then he said in a more calmer tone, "Louis, I'm gonna go stand in the hallway, okay?" But I don't care, I don't even want to hear his voice. As he began to leave the room I accidentally looked up and locked eyes with him. His greens eyes were red with tears threatening to fall. "I'm sorry," his voice croaked. I can hear the sincerity in his tone. "I love you," he said. I can tell he was expecting me to say it back, but I only watched him as he left my hospital room with a look of distress and disappointment all over his face.

"Louis, sweetie, what was that all about? Can you calm down for me please," my mom said in a comforting voice.

"H-he hurt me mommy, h-he said he loved me and that he would never let anything bad happen to me," I sobbed as I attempted to calm myself down to speak clearly.