My Beautiful Omega~(Larry Stylinson)

Four (Part 1)

Louis's POV
My eyes fluttered open as I woke up the next morning. I was alone in the bed of course since Harry always tend to go for a run so early in the morning.

I got out of bed and walked to our dresser before I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I chose a pair of boxers, a white t-shirt, and black sweatpants. I walked into the bathroom and started to play some music before I hopped into the shower.

I cleaned myself and after about 30 minutes I hopped out and changed into the clean clothes.

I brushed my teeth and fixed my hair a bit before I walked out and down the stairs to the kitchen. I walked to the bar to see a plate of waffles, some fruit, and yogurt already waiting for me. There was a note by the plate and I read it.

Went out for a run and do a few errands. I should be back in two hours at least. Love youxxxx
-H

I smiled to myself and looked at the plate of food. I picked it up and walked to the microwave. I planned on putting it in there to heat it up, but then there was another note.

Lou, you don't microwave yogurt or fruit. Take the yogurt and fruit off of the plate before you heat up your plate. Don't need you getting sick.
Love you!
xxxx -H

I blushed and chuckled before I grabbed another plate and put the yogurt and fruit on it. I put the plate in the microwave with just the waffles on it and heated it up.

When it was done, I took it out and placed it back with the fruits and yogurt. I walked to our living room and switched on the TV.

3 hours later

When 3 hours have passed, I've realized that my omega wasn't here. However, just as that thought went in my head, I started to here keys, but they weren't about to be used to unlock the doors, no.

It sounded as if they were being played with.

I was already confused, so I walked to the front door and opened it to see...Harry in his little space. He was sitting crisscrossed, playing with the keys. His knees were bleeding like as if he was crawling and I saw bruises on his body, then there were cuts and gashes.

"Hazza!" I called to him with shock in my eyes. Harry looked up and I could tell that he was crying because his eyes were still invaded with tears and his lip was trumbling.

"I...I h-hurt d-daddy..." He told me and he lifted his arms, making grabby hands at me. I nodded and lifted him into my arms. I had his legs around my waist as I supported him by holding his bum with one hand and the other on his back.

I carried him in and closed the door behind me. I brought him to the nearest bathroom and had him sit on the counter. "Daddy will take care of you, okay bub?" He simply nodded, but then he looked down.

"What's wrong bub?" I asked and he looked at me with those teary eyes again, "W-Where were y-you d-daddy? I...I was...was attacked and....and you...you weren't there...to...to save m...me...w...why?" He cried out to me and all I did was hug him tight.

"Darling, your true self, Harry, went out for a run this morning and I was still asleep. Harry told me that he would be back in 2 hours, so I thought that everything was fine. I promise you that if I knew that something like this was going to happen, then I would've been there for you. I promise Hazza."

Now I talk about Harry like as if he was like a second personality because that's what Harry said he wanted it to be. His true self is named Harry or Harold for fun, and whenever he gets into his little space, then his name is Hazza or Haz for short.