Adopted by One Direction

Louis' POV: Ch. 40

Guys, remember July 4 I was thanking you for being so close to 1K votes? Now look. It's a few days after and I'm going to thank you so much for 2K votes. This is so amazing and you guys are the absolute best. This story has made it so far. I started Wattpad on March 4, 2014 and it's July 29, 2014 and this books has just wowed me, especially since it's my first story here on Wattpad. It's insane.

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That is incredible in, like, four months.

I want to do something to thank you guys so much, so what would you like me to do? I could to a Q and A. That's all I could really think of at the moment hahaha :) But seriously guys, even though I have some ghost readers out there reading this, (I can tell because I'll post a chapter and some people will randomly pop up and vote or comment ;)) but you guys who have been here since the start, I love you.

This may seem random, but it's just so insane to think of. Thank you so so much guys! :)

I love you all :) 😘

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(Tissues advised for this chapter)

➡Louis' POV: September 25, Thursday

I wake with a start, thrashing in my sheets, me covered in sweat. My face is wet with tears. I've been having nightmares like this ever since Lily has been gone. And then every morning I wake up and can't help the tears that come loose.

I sob loudly and smack my hands on my mattress. "It's not fair!" I scream. I know I'm being loud and might wake the other lads up, but I have no doubt that they're already up and crying too.

I bite my lip and sniff but it's no use. I just choke and cry harder. No one can comfort me. The only people who really get it are the other lads. And even then, Lily is my daughter and my responsibility and all this crushing guilt isn't helping the nightmares.

Someone knocks on my door and a blonde head peeks in. He looks so small against the dim lights behind him. "Louis?" He says softly. His voice is cracking and I can hear him softly crying.

"Come here, Niall," I say quietly. He scrambles over my messed up covers and lands beside me. He's like a small child who's scared of the dark. But our fear isn't misplaced. Our fears can can actually happen and are certainly real. I hug him close and we sit like that for a while, crying our hearts out.

Liam and Harry come in and sit next to us, not speaking, the only way we know they're here is their footsteps and the bed dipping beneath their weight. Niall fell asleep and I'm drifting too, but I don't wanna fall asleep. I can't. The nightmares scare me.

"Liam? Harry?" I say.

"Yes?" Liam calls.

"Don't let me fall asleep. Please," I beg. My voice is so small and weak, not the light feathery one that sends sarcastic comments.

"Of course, mate," Harry promises.

I sigh in relief. They know about my nightmares and how bad they are. "Where's Zayn?" I ask.

"Probably still in his room," Li answers.

I sniff and get up, leaning Niall's slumped form against Liam. I make my way into Zayn's room and go in without knocking. The sight of him laying there, hugging a pillow and crying into it is so heart-breaking. He blames himself for this whole mess saying that he wished he didn't know Lily the night she...