Psychotic. ||L.S *UNDER CONSTRUCTION*

Thirty one.

I wake up to Harry kissing my face all over, I open my eyes smiling at him. "Good morning stinky." I said to Harry. "Stin-? Huh what? I'm not stinky!" Harry says with a deep raspy voice and pouting at me. "I'm kidding, go bru- OH MY GOD!" I yell, sitting straight up. "Louis, what's happening? Are you okay?" He asks me, I close my eyes and shake my head. "I think the babies are coming, Harry. This really fucking hurts." I tell him, trying to stand up. "Okay, try and get the baby stuff together, I'll call the doctor, and let the other two know." Harry said rushing out of the room. I threw some sweat pants and a t-shirt on, I went to the area of our room which had all the baby items. Harry and I decided that our babies would stay in our room till they got a little older. I packed the baby bag, which I probably should have done before today. Niall quickly ran up to me, "Louis let me help you!" He said helping me sit down, he pulled out baby outfits asking me which ones I would like to put in the bag. Once we had finished, I wobbled my way into the living room sitting down and heavily breathing. "Harry!" I yelled, Harry came quickly running up to me, "Yes, baby? Are you okay?" He asked worried, "Harry, can we please go to the doc- FUCK THIS HURTS." I said to Harry, grabbing Harry's hand holding it tightly. "Y-Yes, let me go get everyone and then let's go." Harry said hurrying around the house to find Zayn and Niall, Niall walked out holding a car seat with little Luna inside. "You ready Louis, let's get you in the car." Niall said, helping me up and walking out of the house with me. I sit down in the passengers seat, taking deep breaths and closing my eyes. Harry ran out of the house with two car seats, placing them into the back. "Zayn, Niall, meet you there?" Harry quickly asked, to which both boys nodded. Harry got in and grabbed my hand, "We're going to be parents today." He said with a cheeky little smile, "Harry, I wish I could be happy right now but I'm just in pain, that's it." I replied to him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. We quickly made it to the hospital, we were only a few minutes away from the hospital but it still felt like it took forever. Harry quickly rushed to the side of the car, helping me out and carrying the baby bag. We get everything set up and I'm put into a room. They finally gave me medication so I wouldn't be in SO much pain, Harry sat on the side of the bed, "Now that I'm no long in excruciating pain, I'm also excited for our babies." I told Harry, smiling at him. "Me too, baby." He said with a warm smile. "Harry, can Niall and I talk to you?" Zayn says in the door way, he looked serious. I could only wonder what they were talking about, but there was no way I was finding out right now. Harry stood up and walked into the hallway with the two. I could slightly hear what they were talking about, "Zayn, I know! But I'm not going to worry about that right now!" Harry yelled slightly, "He knows Harry, he's on his fucking way. Maybe you should start fucking worrying. As happy as an occasion like this is, you need to think about what's going to happen directly after this!" Zayn yelled back, They continued yelling at each other but I still didn't know the context behind this all. Niall walked back in the room, his face looking defeated. He closed the door behind him, sitting next to me. "Don't worry about them." He assured me, "I can't help worry." I replied to him, "Look, it's not my place to explain. Harry will tell you what's up when the time is ready, okay?" Niall said, smiling ever so slightly. I nodded, "Okay." I said back. 

My stomach was extremely sore, it had just been cut into. I held two beautiful, and perfect babies in my arms. Damien looked just like Harry, while Saint looked a lot like me. "I'm so proud of you, baby." Harry said as he kissed my forehead. Zayn left the room, looking worried. Harry, Niall, and I watched but completely dismissed it. I just watched my perfect children, I was in awe. Zayn came back in, opened the door only slightly, "Harry, please come out." He said looking at him with a look that could explain everything for Harry. Harry nodded, his posture changing, his smile gone. He kissed both babies and then me and walked back out of the room. Niall quickly got up, coming to my side. "I'm sorry." He whispered, I looked at him confused and concerned. "Niall, what do you mean?" I said with a dismissive chuckle, holding my babies to me tighter. The door opened again, Zayn walked in making no eye contact with me, along with Harry who just looed at the ground. Another man walked in, right behind Harry. He was wearing all black, he was taller than the Zayn and Harry. His hair black, some what long but also messy. His eyes black, and he looked fairly young. "Hi?" I said, looking up at his man. "Ah, Harry. I knew you wouldn't disappoint me." Harry ignored this mans comment completely. Harry stood next to me, and looked at me with a concerning look. "Lou, this is my father, Lucifer." He said with a low quiet voice. "Why is he here?" I asked, looking at Harry, before he could even respond the Devil responded for him. "I'm here for one of your children." He said, standing in front of the bed looking at me with his pitch black eyes. I laughed, "What a funny joke, well thanks for visiting!" I said, looking back down at my babies. "Not a joke, pick the one you'd like to keep." He said, looking at the babies bundled in their blanket. "I'm not giving you either of my children." I responded, holding the as close and tightly as I possibly could. Harry grabbed my face, rubbing my cheek as my tears started to fall, "I'm sorry baby, but we have no choice." He said, his face full with sincerity. "H-Harry, he can't do this. Please do something." I begged, Harry closed his eyes and shook his head. "I can't pick between my kids, I can't do that!" I yelled, my eyes filled with tears. "I'll pick then." The man said, bringing him self to my side, "Wouldn't mind a little girl." He then said, touching her hand. "Don't you dare fucking touch her!" I yelled, pulling her away from him. The Devil looked at me and then at Harry, "What's her name?" He asked, "Saint." Harry said without making eye contact with him. "How funny." his voice deep, raspy and insincere. "What are you going to do with my daughter?" I asked as I looked at her, I couldn't stop crying. "I will raise her as my own, she will be my daughter. Harry is a powerful man, he just doesn't know it. To have an offspring from him and a human is just magical, I have to make her my right hand." He said, looking at her with a sense of pride in his face. "Making MY daughter into my fucking sister." Harry mumbled, his jaw clenching with anger. "She's going to be powerful Harry, you'll thank me one day." He said as his hands grabbed at my daughter. "Please, can I just have a moment with her before you take her away, please." I pleaded with him, he nodded and took a step back. Harry picked up Damien, holding him closely in his arms. I held my daughter who looked right back at me, "I love you, princess. I promise that this wasn't my choice. I would give my life to you if I had to. I'm so... so sorry. I love you." And with that I kissed her small forehead and the Devil picked her up, holding her. "I will be seeing the three of you soon, goodbye my sons." He said as he made his way out of the room with my daughter. I turned as much as I could to my side, closing my eyes. The only feeling I had in my body was numbness and heartbreak. "Louis..." Harry said quietly, "Don't fucking talk to me." I said to him, I blame him for this, he could have told me what was going to happen at least help me expect this moment, he could have tried and change his father's mind. "Give me my son and leave me alone." I said, Harry placed Damien back in my arms and sat down giving me my space. After a few hours of crying and everyone falling asleep I turned and looked at Harry. He was the only one awake, he sat by the window staring outside. "Harry..." I said quietly, he quickly turned around and looked at me, hopeful. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, Harry quickly rushed to my side. "Louis, when I first found out I knew I had to tell you, I didn't know when but I knew. After a while, with life being so happy and us being so excited I completely forgot. Zayn pulled me out earlier reminding me that I would have to tell you, but I couldn't. You were about to have our babies, I felt that at that point I would just wait for my father to arrive. I'm sorry Louis, I really am. If there was something I could've done I would've, I tried I really did." He said, his eyes filling up with tears, he grabbed my hand squeezing it. "Harry, we just lost our daughter." I said to him, wiping away his tears, "We have to get her back." I added on. Harry looked down at the sheets and shrugged, "I don't know what we could do." He said to me, touching our sons head. "I'm just happy we at least have one." He said, looking just so sad. That's the very least I could be happy about, that I have my son in my arms.