My baby (One Direction Fanfiction)

My baby (One Direction Fanfiction)

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''Please Mummy, I'll be good!'' My daughter pleaded. ''Fine'' I get her sunhat and her coat. Once we get outside a gush of wind almost blows Ella's Sunhat away. Luckily she held onto it. ''Lets go to Nandos!'' She screamed. My name is Charlotte Holtz but people call me Charlie. I'm 20 years old and I have a 2 year old daughter called Ella. Her father doesn't know about her and I don't plan on her too. That is until she bumps into the Irish fellow who changed my life forever.... ~Copyright~ 'AmeliaLufsYou'
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(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.

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