Catch Me If You Can (Sequel to To Find You)

And I'm Locking Up Anyone Who's Every Laid a Finger on Me

"Oh my god," she gasped. "I know I'm only sixteen, but my dream is to have a family with your son. He's always talked about it you know," she got a fond look on her face. "He wants like three or four, but I said one or two was enough. I'm the one that has to go through all the pain anyways."

Anne chuckled but kept her eyes on Olivia. She had been instructed by the nurses to watch her every move. Make sure she doesn't try to pick out the stitches or scratch herself too hard. If she starts clearing her throat, there would be a problem. Plus, Anne knew what to look for. She had dealt with the same things with her daughter only several years prior.

"Lovely," the woman said softly. "I want you to be with my son forever and ever. But there's not the slightest chance in the world if you keep harming yourself like this. He'll never leave you, but what he's-what we're all- afraid of, is that you'll leave us, without a trace."

"I don't plan on doing this again. I can't have everyone looking at me like this. Like I'm broken. I'm the only who needs to know I'm messed up. Not everyone else."

"Well, sweet baby," Anne spoke softly, holding her hand tighter, " I'm glad. Now, why don't you get some rest? One of us will be here when you wake up. I promise you that."

Olivia nodded weakly. She was so tired all of the time. They had started giving her sedatives after the first day of her visit, but now it was day four. And they were really settling in. "Can...can you get Louis please?" she murmured quietly.

"Of course, darling," Anne stood up from her chair and kissed the girl's forehead. "Just get some rest. We'll talk more later."

When Anne reached the door and looked back at Olivia, she saw the body of a young girl who had been through so much trauma in less than a year. She knew her boy loved her with all of his heart, so therefore, she loved her too.

"Love you," she whispered.

Anne swore she saw a smile.

***

The moment Louis touched land in Olivia's hometown, he was on the phone with Harry.

"I want you gone when I get there," he snapped. "I don't want to see you right now. I need to talk to her, and you'll just mess everything up."

Harry knew Louis was worried and angry. The older had thought that this would never happen again. Especially over three thousand miles away from his home. But, he wasn't going to leave the hospital. He couldn't.

"I'll stay in the waiting room. I can't leave her Lou," he explained.

Louis just hung up on him, huffed, and sprinted through the airport to his awaiting car. He hopped in the driver's seat, he dind't even bother to bring any luggage, and sped off towards the hospital. It was sickening that he knew exactly where it was after previous times of being there with her.

When he finally reached the parking lot, he sloppily pulled into a space and leaped out of his seat, sprinting once more. When he got inside the doors he ran up to the front desk. "Olivia Walsh," he heaved out, breathless. "I'm her father, where is she?"