This chapter is ONLY for those who wanted it. If you are happy with the true ending don't read this because its just a summary of his life after getting help. That's all. Thanks. ~CuriousKat
Louis's Point of View (POV)
It had been two years since I was forced to get help, but now I was happy with a man that loved me. Harry had been so kind and patient through it all, but I knew it was utter hell like it had been for me. The rehabilitation center I had went to had such nice people as nurses and doctors. I recall my first few days there just sitting in my room ignoring everyone, I got ticks for disobeying meaning I was only making my stay longer. I sighed and eventually I gave in, eating and participating even though I didn't want to. All I had known at that point was that I wanted to be home with Harry. I was there for two months, the end of the first month Harry proposed in the middle of the café of the rehab center during visitation. I said "yes," of course. He was so happy and broke the rules by kissing me, I was so happy he did.
About five months after I got out of the hospital we actually got married. I claimed Harry Styles as my husband, though its Harry Tomlinson now. The wedding was beautiful, our sister planned it all out. I was so grateful of the turn out.
In July of 2015 we met with a woman called Briana Jungwirth, a woman willing to be a surrogate. She carried out little Freddie. January twenty-first our baby boy was born. Harry fell in love with the first time he held him.
"He looks exactly like you, boo." Harry whispered before kissing our son's head. I smiled hugging his waist from behind. I chuckled and kissed his cheek lovingly.
After everything we've been through after I got better was completely worth it all. I'm glad I stuck through for him, I can't imagine leaving him behind. I loved him... I don't want to be the cause of his pain.
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FanfictionLouis Tomlinson was trying his hardest to be strong. He was always depressed because of hate from the fans. Every night, he felt like angels were singing to him as he cried himself to sleep. His life was miserable and no one knew about it. That he w...
