Stronger (Sequel to I Wish)

I reccomend you read 'I Wish' before this one.

It has been one and a half years since Kirsty last saw the members of One Direction. They haven't contacted each other at all over this period so Kirsty has not told them that she is pregnant.
Her pregnancy was unwanted and unexpected and the father is her rapist ex-boyfriend Dylan, who again did it to her 7 months after she had moved away from the boys and out of her Dad's house.
Kirsty, now 18, is now nearing her due date. When she is putting up her decorations in time for Christmas, an early, unexpected present arrives at her door.

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25. We will find her

Kirsty's POV

A police officer, whom I assume was let in by one of the boys, burst into the room while I was balling my eyes out like a baby. I mean, who wouldn't in a situation like this?

'Good afternoon Mr Tomlinson, Miss Evans. I am Detective Johnson and I will be investigating the disappearance of your child.,' the police officer says. 'I would like to ask a few questions.'

'Sure,' I sob, drying my eyes with Lola's blanket.

'What is the name of your child?' He asks.

'L-Lola,' I mumble and feel tears stream down my face.

'Okay, where were you when this incident happened?' 

'All of us - me, Lou and the boys - were all downstairs watching a film,' I reply.

'And what made you go upstairs?' Detective Johnson asked.

'W-we heard a b-bang f-from upsta-airs,' I manage to choke out.

'Was there any sign of forced entry?'

'Y-yes,' I stand up and show the detective the crack and the open window.

Detective Johnson turned to his fellow police officer. 'Looks like he used a crowbar to enter the room.'

'W-what?' I ask shakily.

'The marks on the window don't look like hand or bat prints, he used a crowbar to break in,' the officer told me.

'Oh my god,' I cry hard again.

'Do you have any idea who could've done this?'

'My ex-boyfriend, Dylan. He raped me when I was 15 and I split with him. I may the boys then left them a few months later, an he raped me again, getting me pregnant-'

'So Lola is his daughter?' The detective asks.

'No, I had a girl - Darcy - who died a few months after birth. I got pregnant again by Louis and Dylan thought it was his. He held Lola hostage at the school and said that Lola makes up for Darcy and yeah,' I look down at my feet.

'That will be it, Miss Evans. A few other detectives and myself will be here tomorrow, investigating what had happened,' Johnson tips his hat and walks out of the room.

'Louis, can I be alone for a moment,' I ask politely.

'I can't leave you lik-'

'I said just leave me alone!' I snap and he reluctantly walks out of the room.

I grab my new phone (in which I acquired after Dylan smashed my other one) and load up twitter. I see that there is a photo of me and Harry holding hands at the store - if Lou sees it he will kill me!

 

Louis' POV

I had nothing better to do than log on to Twitter on my laptop, and at the top of the trending photos was a photo of Harry and Kirsty holding hands at the shop, dated at 7:30pm this evening. I will kill him.

'Styles! Get your ass in here now!' I yell at the top of my voice.

He came running in seconds later, obviously thinking that there was some news on Lola's whereabouts.

'Explain this,' I demand while turning the laptop round to face him. 

'It's not what it looks like! I swear! I grabbed her and she pulled away straight after! Those bloody paps are quick at taking their shots! They ruin everything!' He yells at me.

'You know what, I can't even bare to look at you right now. Just get out of my sight,' I spat at him and he obeyed without objection.

I run up the stairs, taking two at a time, and throw my bedroom door open. 'Why Kirsty? Why him?'

'What?' Kirsty's bloodshot eyes stare up at me innocently and in fear of what will happen.

'I saw the photo of you and Harry holding hands,' I say and throw my hands up behind my head.

'That's not what happened! I-'

'I know... The paps caught us at the wrong time,' I mimicked what Harry had said to me.

'I can't deal with this now. I have just lost my daughter and all you care about is a stupid picture,' I spit at him and storm out of the room.

'No Kirsty wait...' I hear Louis call as I walk down the stairs.

'No, just piss off,' I yell back at him and storm into the kitchen.

I scan around, not sure of what I was looking for, but then it sprang to my mind as I saw it. A vegetable knife. I walk into the bathroom with the knife and lock myself in. I hesitate once I am sat in the corner, but I do it.

I draw the knife across my bare skin and watch the Scarlett liquid pour out of the slit. The pain was dreadful but I don't cry out. Instead, I draw the blade over my skin multiple times, trying to eliminate the pain from my body.

I am interrupted by a loud thud at the door. 'Kirsty! Let me in here now! I know your in there and I know what you're doing!' I hear Harry's voice yell over the thuds. 

'Just leave me alone Harry!' I scream and continue to watch the blood spill down my arm and stain the white tiles.

'I will count to three an if this door isn't unlocked, I will knock it down myself,' he hesitates for a moment. 'One... Two... Three!'

To my surprise, a few moments after he said three, the door came flying inward, swinging on its hinges. 'What the fuck! You knocked down my door!' I yell at him as he comes stumbling through.

'I did warn you,' he states. 'What are you doing to yourself, Kirsty? This isn't going to bring Lola back to you, all it will do is take you further away from her,' Harry points to the sky. 

I cling to him like a koala on a tree. 'I am so sorry, I got blood all over your t-shirt!'

'Don't worry, I have like 100 of these,' he laughs and I break a small smile.

Harry reaches in the cupboard and grabs the first-aid kit. He unrolls a large bandage and covers my bleeding arm, after dabbing it gently with an antiseptic wipe - of course. He fixes it in place with a pin and carries me - bridal style - up to his room.

He drapes me across the bed and walks over to the other side, and he hops in there. We lay, staring at each other for a while, before he leans in to kiss me, but I don't reject it. I just go with the flow from there.

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