DON'T HURT ME DADDY (Harry Styles)

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Louis' POV:

"I'm so sorry for your loss..." A doctor spoke as we stood around his hospital bed.

He looked so little. So young.

"He wouldn't have felt any pain." He promised. How would he know though.

The paramedics couldn't save him on the way in. He was dead before the ambulance left our house.

I couldn't stop crying. He was our baby brother. We'd only known him just over a year, but we loved him so much. I hate his parents for what they did to him.

It's because of them that he's dead. If they'd looked after him, he wouldn't have had the problems he had.

I want to go the the prison and kill them. They killed Harry. They don't deserve to live either.

A scream comes from my mouth and I fell to the floor, clinging onto my Dad's leg. I feel him trembling.

Mum comes down and hugs me. I've lost all sense of what's going on around me. I want to die too.

*****

The funeral service was beautiful.

There was just my family, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, who all thought Harry was the most special boy in the world.

I am heartbroken.

Harry's coffin is picked up by the men in the family and carried through the church.

As I turn around, I notice two strangers hidden at the back of the church. They both stand beside what look like guards, they wear handcuffs. Who are they? I wonder.

They hide themselves in the darkness, I think I'm the only one who's seen them.

We follow Harry outside.

The priest says more lovely words, more prayers, and his coffin is lowered into the ground. I feel my legs give way.

I'm not the only one, Mum slumps beside me, and we hold on to each other.

We put flowers on the coffin, and throw some earth on top, then we get up and walk slowly.

I hear shouting behind me. Like, really violent shouting, screaming.

I turn. Dad is trying to thump a man...the one hidden in the church. He's screaming!

"HOW COULD YOU BE SO SICK AND CRUEL! HARRY DIDN'T DESERVE THAT! HE WAS PRECIOUS! YOU VILE SICK BASTARDS!!" Dad was crying.

Mum and my uncles were trying to pull him away, as the man, and the other person were being dragged away, kicking and screaming.

"WE JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE HE WAS DEAD. WE'RE GOING NOW!" the man, Harry's Dad shouted over his shoulder. He was laughing.

"BYE HARRY!" the woman, Harry's Mum, laughed as she was pushed forward away from us.

I've never seen anything like that before. I grabbed Zayn and Niall and walked quickly away with our grandmothers.

We waited in granddad's car, until things calmed down. Nan is trying to calm us down. It's not working. I feel sick.

When it had gone quiet outside, Mum and Dad came to the car and opened the door, we got out and hugged like never before.

We got into Dad's car, and he started driving home. There'd be a wake, Mum says it's a kind of party to remember a person who died.

I can never forget Harry.

His lovely green eyes. His cute smile. His hilarious giggle. Just everything.

Mum and Dad are talking in the front seats. I can see Dad is still wound up and angry.

Mum is trying to calm him down.

Dad starts shouting, calling those people really bad names that we shouldn't hear. He thumps the steering wheel over and over.

I think he lost concentration, because as we turn a corner, he's on the wrong side of the road. Mum screams as a lorry is heading straight towards us.

I hold my breath, close my eyes and start praying....

Oh my God... what am I doing lol.

Another cliffhanger.
Might do more later.

All the love XXX