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Chappy 29

Chappy 29

Allison's POV

I felt empty. I mean yes literally but also mentally. It felt as though a tsunami came through my insides and took away all that I loved. I had grown to love that baby. Our baby. Girl. I had grown to love McKinley Anne Parker-Tomlinson. And they took that away from me. They took my daughter away from me.

Louis pulled the car into the driveway and silently got out. The whole car ride was silent, not even the soft sound of the radio was on. He didn't come to open my door like he usually does. So I sat there looking like an idiot just waiting. I brought my hands up to my eyes and rubbed the tired out of them.

I opened my door and walked inside. Kenna ran up to me and hugged me. I couldn't find the energy to hug her back though. More comfort just made me want to cry even harder, but I appreciate it.

"Lou told us. Very angrily." She said.

"I'm so sorry, Al!" Harry says and I shrug and walk up the stairs. I begin hearing crashing against the walls of our bedroom. Only two, that surprises me...

I walk in and see what used to be a vase and a lamp, in pieces on the floor. I look at Louis who is now seated on the bed. He runs a nervous hand through his hair. I sit down next to him so that our shoulders are touching. A tear slips out of my eye and lands on my hand. I look down at it and can't help but think of our now dead baby girl.

"Baby?" His voice cracks,

"Hm..."

"It's okay...right?" He says and looks at me.

I stand up and walk into the bathroom, locking myself in. I turn on the shower and rid myself of my clothes. I step in and let out a few aching sobs. Louis knocks on the door several times, hearing my cries. He doesn't say anything, but I can hear him crying too.

He lets out a scream and crashes the door open, breaking the lock. I don't bother looking through the curtain. He opens it and I drop to my knees. He steps inside and shuts the curtain behind him. He sits on the opposite side of me and cradles me in his lap. The hot water is still pouring down on us but I don't care. Louis' clothes are soaked as I cry into his chest. He lets out a few sobs himself as well.

We just sit there. Crying and not knowing where our relationship is going to go from here.

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We got out of the shower and got night clothes on. I was in my pain ties and one of Louis' T-shirts.

I walk back into the bedroom from brushing my teeth and see Louis sitting on the bed. When I walk in he looks up at me, tears in his eyes. Neither of us had really stopped crying since this morning. I go to my side of the bed and sit down. Louis stands and faces me,

"You aren't even going to give me a hug? Comfort me?" He says a little loud. My mouth drops open slightly.

"And say what? Lou there's nothing either of us can say to make this better!" I say just as loud.

"You could at least give me a hug! I have fucking tears in my eyes!" He yells, I puff out a breath on annoyance.

"So do I. It was my baby too ya know." I tell him just above a whisper.

"Whatever..." He trails off and I shake my head in disgust.

He sighs and starts pacing, running fingers through his hair. I sit down on the bed and cry into my hands. I hear Louis walk to me and he embraces me in a hug. He kisses the top of my head and I pull away from him.

"Ugh!" I stand up and he looks at me confusedly.

"Louis! You always think you can just kiss away all our problems and everything will magically be better! Well, news flash! You. Can't." I rant and furiously wipe at my tears.

He runs his hands over his face and storms to the door. He opens it and walks out, slamming it behind him. I jump from the loud noise.

After a few minutes just staring at the door, I put my back against it and slide down into a sitting position.

Louis' POV

Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!!! Dammit! Why is she so fucking stubborn?!!

I slam the door, now standing in the hallway. I realize that there is no where else for me to go. I could go downstairs but I don't really feel like talking to anyone right now...

I rest my back against the door and slowly, but surely, slide down it. After a few minutes I feel light pressure on the door. It's Allison. We are back to back. Sigh. I run a hand through my hair and let my head hang low. I then drift off into a drowsy, aching sleep.