One Of These Days

Epilogue

Harry P.O.V.

Three years have passed since that horrible day that I found Louis beaten and shot in his flat a day just before his birthday. That day will forever be etched in my mind as the worst day of my life ever.

That day the police and paramedics arrive; the police talk to me as the two paramedics worked on Louis. The police officers wanted to know what happened, if I had any idea who might have hurt Louis. My instant answer was it could have been anyone who lived in this area but then looking at Louis' pale and beaten form on the streatcher with an oxygen mask over his face, I instantly thought of his father and told the officers this. I knew the town name where Louis had lived and told them that I also assumed his name was Mark Tomlinson but I wasn't sure.

I was allowed to stay with Louis in his hospital room since he had no one else until he had awoken from after his three hour surgery to remove the bullet and patch up the damage done to his stomac and face. Louis' jaw and nose had been broken along with many deep cuts that were stiched.

The next day when Louis finally woke, it was around noon; his birthday and the lads arrived to wait with me and they also wanted to check on Louis themselves after I called them this morning to let them know that our birthday plans for Louis are not happening today and what happened last night.

I had also called my family to let them know and that I wasn't coming home until Louis was released from the hospital. That lead me into explaining to my mum why I had to stay and not allow Louis' family to spend time with him alone. This resulted in my mum revieling that when Louis was released he was moving in with us; her tone let no room for argument and I had to agree that Louis needs help, somewhere safe to live and someone to take care of him until he had healed.

Now the true test of this was to explain what is going to happen to Louis once he was released from the hospital; mum told me she would explain it to Louis, that yes even though he was an adult and had been taking care of himself for years he needed to let us take care of him for a time.

Louis was released two days after Christmas; he had come out of his sleep an hour after the lads and my family arrived on his birthday and mum explained to Louis what she had told me; what surprised me and everyone else was Louis sighing a big puff of air, started sobbing and instantly agreed.

Louis P.O.V.

Present day - three years after the incident with Mark; who was captured by the police in my old home town as he left the bar that he frequented a lot. When Mark was questioned about the incident with me; he had laughed and admitted that he had done it and other things to me from the time I was 6 years to 16 years of age.

When it had come around to his court date; which I had to attend and witness against him. Harry, his family and the lads came with me to the hearing and trial for support. Mark had been sentenced to forty years in prison on many charges of child abuse, attempted murder and assult. I had let out the biggest breath that I hadn't even realized I was holding when the jury had read off their finding after only deliberating for two hours.

Now at the age of 21 years old, I'm happily engaged to Harry, who is 22 years old. Harry had proposed to me on my birthday, which was six months ago; he had taken me out to a nice Russian restaurant and popped the question there. He had given the ring to the waiter to place in my wine and when I had pulled the ring out with an open mouth, he had stood and gotten down on one knee and asked me to marry him. Obviously I said yes to him.

Three more years have passed and Hazza and I have been married for two years now and have five beautiful children we've adopted over the last four years. There are our twin daughters, who are 5 years old named Kayla Marie and Kylie Ann. Then there is Emma Jean who is also 5 years old but is six months younger than the twins. Then there is Emma's younger brother Harris, who is a sassy but loveable 3 year old. Last but not least is my painfully shy Coooper, who is 2 years old.