Midnight Memories(Louis Tomlinson)

Three flights and 15 hours later I made it to the hospital. This was it, Mel was about to have the baby. I was about to become a father. I was exhausted, but that wasn't important. I walked over to her bedside and grabbed her hand, kissing her forehead. “Hey pretty girl,” I smiled, “How's our boy doing?”

Melody smiled, lacing our fingers together and rubbing her other hand over her large stomach. “We're doing okay. Happy daddy made it in time.”

I leaned down, kissing her lips once before kissing her belly. “I wouldn't miss this for anything.”

A few hours later it was time, I stood at Melody's side while she pushed. The doctor smiled up at me, holding the tiny crying boy. “Would you like to cut the cord?” he asked. I nodded, letting go of Mel's hand and cutting the umbilical cord, seeing my son for the first time. He was perfect. Every single thing about him was perfect.

They wrapped him in a blanket, placing him on Mel's chest. “Congratulations, mum.” I kissed her head before leaning down and kissing Cam's. “Welcome to the world, little man. I love you so much.”

I was sat outside my house, well what used to be my house. What have I become? Sitting outside my own home, not welcome? Hurting the people that mean the most to me? There is no excuse for how I've treated Melody, the girl I saw my future with. She thinks I hate her, but the truth is she's everything I could ever want in a woman. She's strong, beautiful, talented. I love how her emerald eyes sparkle in the sun. I love how she hates her smile, even though I think it's cute she only has one dimple. She hates her figure, says Cam ruined her, but I still think she's the most beautiful girl in the world. Yet I've treated her like the dirt on the bottom of my shoe. She doesn't deserve this, she doesn't deserve me. No one does.

Mel's POV:

I pulled my blood red hair up into a messy bun on my head and slid into my robe. Camden was spending the night with Louis mum and sisters, so I had the night to myself. I decided I would settle in front of the TV and watch a movie. Nothing to dramatic, until the doorbell rang. I paused the movie, getting up and going over to the door looking through the peephole.

“What are you doing here?” I questioned, opening the door.

Louis pushed through me and walked into the house, shoving me against the wall and kissing me. He ran his hands down my side and then pulled back. I didn't know how to react, I had no words, I couldn't even move. For just a second, everything felt right. It felt like the way it was supposed too, just a second.

“Nope, still nothing.” Louis smirked. I could taste the alcohol on my lips, he was drunk. “I don't know what ever saw in you.” He laughed backing away from me.

I could feel the tears starting to swell in my eyes as I listened to him continue to tear me down and tell me I was nothing to him. I hated him. I hated him for treating Cam the way he does, I hated him for the way he treated me, I hated him for the memories, I hated him for kissing me and I hated him for making me love him.

“You don't mean that..” I stuttered, wrapping my arms around myself suddenly feeling really insecure.

Louis stopped laughing and inched closer to me again, leaning down so his lips touched my ear. “Oh, but I do. You see love, you were never anything to me. All those things I said to you, lies. But you knew that. How could you think that someone like me would actually fall in love with someone like you?”

I swallowed my tears, he would not see me cry. I pushed him away from me. “Get out.” he laughed.

“This is my house sweetheart, I paid for it after all.” Why was he being so cruel? What did I ever to do him besides give him all of my heart?

“Louis you're drunk, please just get out.” I begged him, still holding my tears in.

He walked over to me again, I backed away until I hit the dinning room table against my legs. He ran his finger down my face as a tear began to fall. “You're pathetic, you know that?”

That was the last straw. I had, had it with him. I pushed him away from me, he laughed. “You can do better than that.”

Did he think this was some sort of a game? I grabbed the vase of flowers off of the table and threw it towards him, reaching my breaking point. “I hate you!” I screamed, over and over again. Grabbing anything near me and throwing it at the door. Pictures, cups, vases. Anything that was heavy and could hurt. I was done letting him push me around. I was done letting him treat me this way. I was done loving him.

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