Pain {One-Shot}
One-Shot
Harry's P.O.V.
I don't remember the last time my mom actually helped me and my brother, Louis, from our dad's beatings, but all I do remember is hearing her talk on the phone with her so called friends while her own children get beat up.
My name is Harry Stylinson. I'm 16 years old with chocolate brown curls, green eyes, tannish skin, and I'm really tall.
My brother Louis is 16, we are twins, and has caramel brown hair, blue-green eyes, tan skin, and is short for his age, though people are confused as to why that is. We all are.
I remember the first time our parents had beat us up. We were around 6 at the time. I had just gotten out of the tub when I heard Louis crying. I immediately went downstairs and saw Louis being kicked around the living room. I yelled at my dad to stop, but he did the same to me.
That night me and Louis both slept outside, on our back porch, by the dogs my dad bought who hated us with their guts. Louis had gotten bitten by one of them, and I had no idea what to do, so I just cuddled him close, and told him everything was going to get better.
How I just want to slap my 6 year old self in the face right now.
Then when I was 12 I remember Louis coming into our room, limping. He was crying and I immediately brought him to our bed, and he told me everything that happened.
He had been going to the bathroom, when our dad saw him out of bed, so he taught him a lesson.
That had been 2 hours ago.
Now, I was comforting my crying brother. He had just had another 'lesson' again and I couldn't take it. Yeah my parents did ten times worse on me, but that's because I was helping Louis feel better.
"H-Harry?" he asked me, looking at me through his bloodshot eyes. The eyes that never let anyone inside of those broken walls except for me.
"Yeah Lou." I said, rubbing his back soothingly.
"Does it get better?" He questioned, his blue, blue eyes begging for an answer to be released out of me. The answer I had been telling him every day for the past 10 years of our lives.
Though it wasn't the truth.
"Yeah Boo, it gets better." I replied, pecking his cheek.
We had a close relationship, were little pecks were no big deal.
That night had been worse though.
Louis had forgotten to put the dishes away and got the belt. I watched him as he cried out in pain, while my mom was holding me back. I was crying too.
Then something broke inside me. I realized that I had to stop my dad before it got to late for Louis. He had a life ahead of him. He was successful in school, "Stop dad!" I yelled harshly which caused him to push Louis to the ground. My mom and dad shared a look before I was in my dad's arms as Louis was being tied to the side of the couch, so he was facing us. My mom put a gag in his mouth so his screams were muffled.
That's when the real pain began.
First it was a punch to the jaw. Then it was a kick to the stomach. I was a human punching bag for everyone to go at. My body was being littering in colorful bruises. It was like a rainbow almost. Before I knew it I was seeing stars. 'Isn't that only in the movies?' I had thought before I blacked out.
The last thing I heard was the muffled scream crying 'Harry! Don't leave me!'
I remember seeing Louis in our room, two weeks later, and boy did he start changing. He was always lashing out at our parents, hitting them whenever they hit him. He wasn't the Louis I had grown up with. He was also starting to cut, which scared the living day lights out of me.
They had hid my body outside in the shed, where they knew no none would look.
{2 YEARS LATER}
Louis' P.O.V
I put in my last piercing, my nose piercing, that wasn't a ring thank you very much. I had grown used to having to wake up at 5 in the morning to get ready for school. I checked to see if it was all how I wanted it to be: black ripped skinny jeans, 'The Killers' t-shirt, black Converse, black eyeliner, tongue piercing, snakebites, actual earrings, dermal, cartilage, two eyebrow piercings above my right eyebrow, and my various array of tattoos peeked out today. I saw that my black dyed quiff, how having some blue streaks in it, was to sleek looking, so I ruffled it up a bit before grabbing my stuff and going downstairs. I didn't even bother going by thing 1 and thing 2, but instead just called up Zayn to pick me up.
Zayn was my friend, and had been for over... 2 years...? I really don't know, but pretty soon I see his car out front and go to hit, hopping in before he pulled he in for a kiss. I kissed him back, my hands snaking around his neck before he pulled back, starting to pepper kisses down my neck, reaching my collar bone. He started toying with my necklace, while his hand was tracing my tattoo on my left wrist that said 'Warrior' in a cursive font. I moaned, bringing him closer so he was straddling me in my seat. Soon we were making out, his hands reaching under his shirt. I pulled back smirking, "Not today babe."
"Why not?" He asked, about to kiss me when I blocked him with my finger.
"You were with Perrie yesterday without me." I said, "You know how lonely I was?" I pouted.
He just scoffed, before kissing me lightly again, "Remember, you'll always be first Lou."
I smirked, "I better be Malik."
He just rolled his eyes, before going back to his seat and driving off to the school. Yes we still went to school, kind of had to since we were both 18. Well Zayn was 21, but that didn't matter.
When we entered I went to my locker, seeing some guy, probably a junior, was talking with his friend about the 'rebels'. I rolled my eyes, slamming my locker shut so they both knew I was here. They both saw and ran off towards their first class.
I rolled my eyes, going to the teachers lounge as I did every other day. When I entered I saw the person I wanted- Eleanor. People call her Ms.Calder though, which in my opinion sounds to old.
I went to her, covering her eyes. She just giggled, "Lou, stop it and kiss me."
"Whatever you say lovely." I said, before picked her up out of her seat, making her wrap her legs around me waist as we kissed, her hands playing in my hair. I didn't mind though, everyone knew I was always with someone. I pulled back, pecking her lips one last time, "Miss me?" I teased, setting her back on the ground.
"Who wouldn't?" She said as she playfully slapped my arm, thinking it was adorable.
Girls.
Though I reacted, the right way and pecked her one last time, "Well, Ms. Calder, have to get going to Maths. See you after school?" I said.
"Totally." She replied, before leaving, not forgetting to smack my butt.
As soon it was lunch I was sat at my friends table, Jade sat on my lap as we were just ranting about my parents, "Hey Lou, what about your old man?"
"What about him?" I asked, because I was zoning out.
Zayn sighed, "I said how come you never talk about your old folks."
I shrugged his shoulders, "Not something I wanna talk 'bout."
Zayn brushed it off as it was nothing, but the principal came over to our table, "Mr. Tomlinson and Ms. Thirlwall I suggest you two stop with the PDA."
Jade slipped off my lap, but I spoke up, letting my big mouth do the talking, "And for you, SImon, I suggest you stop bein such a prick and go on and do about of your boring ole life."
He rolled his eyes as he walked away, and we all laughed. Soon Zayn was talking about hwo his dad was always getting drunk...
[Flashback- Louis 10 years old]
I watched as my dad continued to beat Harry, Harry puking up blood, not a lot, but enough to make me run over to him, hugging him close. Soon I was rippd off by my dad, his eyes glowing wiht anger. Harry was to weka to move, and just lied there while my dad held me. My mum then smashed a beer bottle, not fully drunk, on my head. I cried, thrashing around in my dad's grasp.
[Present Day]
I put my head in my hands, leaning my elbows on the table as I was remembering them. The ones who took my brother away from me. I hated those people.
Harry, my only brother. He had died two years ago. I felt tears prick my eyes as I went ot the bathroom, not bothering to tell them. I closed the bathroom door, locking it behind me before going to the mirror and gripping the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror seeing my eyeliner was starting to fade. I quickly redid it, and put it back in my bag and when I looked in the mirror I saw the face I haven't seen for 2 years.
"H-Harry?" I stuttered out, before turning around to be in the soft embrace only known as Harrys.
How I missed my borhter, he was my protecter, my rock, everything. When he died something clicked in my mind saying 'get rid of those ugly scars' and 'hid them'. So I did.
"Louis, why are you like this?" He asked, which caused me to look at him funny.
"Like what?" I asked, almost inaudible.
He pointed to my tattoos, piercings, everything. I knew that it was a mistake, but I couldn't stop. This would be the first time I would't lash out at someone.
"To hide." I answered truthfully.
"From what?" He asked, his grip tighter.
"Everything," I replied, "School, our parents, society."
{3 YEARS LATER}
"Ni!" I laughed as my husband entered the room. I ran to him, jumping on him and kissing him. He kissed back, his hands holding me up, because my legs were wrapped around his waist. I kept kissing him even when I was out of breath.
"Woah there Lou," Niall said.
"You're home." I said smiling, "You're finally home."
Niall pecked me, "And I'll be here always."
I smiled, kissing him again before going to our room.
I had changed so much from that day. I had met Niall, and soon we were dating. We did that for about 2 years before he proposed. Then last year he was drafted into the army, but came back for good.
Zayn and Perrie dropped out of high school, learning later that they ran away to France.
As for my parents, they aren't doing so well. Once they found out Harry had been murdered by them, they were immediately arrested for life fro child abuse and murder.
The day the had Harry's proper burial I saw him, standing by the trees smiling. I smiled, before letting tears fall and cry into Niall as I watched my brother finally get to go to his new home-
Heaven.
I don't remember the last time my mom actually helped me and my brother, Louis, from our dad's beatings, but all I do remember is hearing her talk on the phone with her so called friends while her own children get beat up.
My name is Harry Stylinson. I'm 16 years old with chocolate brown curls, green eyes, tannish skin, and I'm really tall.
My brother Louis is 16, we are twins, and has caramel brown hair, blue-green eyes, tan skin, and is short for his age, though people are confused as to why that is. We all are.
I remember the first time our parents had beat us up. We were around 6 at the time. I had just gotten out of the tub when I heard Louis crying. I immediately went downstairs and saw Louis being kicked around the living room. I yelled at my dad to stop, but he did the same to me.
That night me and Louis both slept outside, on our back porch, by the dogs my dad bought who hated us with their guts. Louis had gotten bitten by one of them, and I had no idea what to do, so I just cuddled him close, and told him everything was going to get better.
How I just want to slap my 6 year old self in the face right now.
Then when I was 12 I remember Louis coming into our room, limping. He was crying and I immediately brought him to our bed, and he told me everything that happened.
He had been going to the bathroom, when our dad saw him out of bed, so he taught him a lesson.
That had been 2 hours ago.
Now, I was comforting my crying brother. He had just had another 'lesson' again and I couldn't take it. Yeah my parents did ten times worse on me, but that's because I was helping Louis feel better.
"H-Harry?" he asked me, looking at me through his bloodshot eyes. The eyes that never let anyone inside of those broken walls except for me.
"Yeah Lou." I said, rubbing his back soothingly.
"Does it get better?" He questioned, his blue, blue eyes begging for an answer to be released out of me. The answer I had been telling him every day for the past 10 years of our lives.
Though it wasn't the truth.
"Yeah Boo, it gets better." I replied, pecking his cheek.
We had a close relationship, were little pecks were no big deal.
That night had been worse though.
Louis had forgotten to put the dishes away and got the belt. I watched him as he cried out in pain, while my mom was holding me back. I was crying too.
Then something broke inside me. I realized that I had to stop my dad before it got to late for Louis. He had a life ahead of him. He was successful in school, "Stop dad!" I yelled harshly which caused him to push Louis to the ground. My mom and dad shared a look before I was in my dad's arms as Louis was being tied to the side of the couch, so he was facing us. My mom put a gag in his mouth so his screams were muffled.
That's when the real pain began.
First it was a punch to the jaw. Then it was a kick to the stomach. I was a human punching bag for everyone to go at. My body was being littering in colorful bruises. It was like a rainbow almost. Before I knew it I was seeing stars. 'Isn't that only in the movies?' I had thought before I blacked out.
The last thing I heard was the muffled scream crying 'Harry! Don't leave me!'
I remember seeing Louis in our room, two weeks later, and boy did he start changing. He was always lashing out at our parents, hitting them whenever they hit him. He wasn't the Louis I had grown up with. He was also starting to cut, which scared the living day lights out of me.
They had hid my body outside in the shed, where they knew no none would look.
{2 YEARS LATER}
Louis' P.O.V
I put in my last piercing, my nose piercing, that wasn't a ring thank you very much. I had grown used to having to wake up at 5 in the morning to get ready for school. I checked to see if it was all how I wanted it to be: black ripped skinny jeans, 'The Killers' t-shirt, black Converse, black eyeliner, tongue piercing, snakebites, actual earrings, dermal, cartilage, two eyebrow piercings above my right eyebrow, and my various array of tattoos peeked out today. I saw that my black dyed quiff, how having some blue streaks in it, was to sleek looking, so I ruffled it up a bit before grabbing my stuff and going downstairs. I didn't even bother going by thing 1 and thing 2, but instead just called up Zayn to pick me up.
Zayn was my friend, and had been for over... 2 years...? I really don't know, but pretty soon I see his car out front and go to hit, hopping in before he pulled he in for a kiss. I kissed him back, my hands snaking around his neck before he pulled back, starting to pepper kisses down my neck, reaching my collar bone. He started toying with my necklace, while his hand was tracing my tattoo on my left wrist that said 'Warrior' in a cursive font. I moaned, bringing him closer so he was straddling me in my seat. Soon we were making out, his hands reaching under his shirt. I pulled back smirking, "Not today babe."
"Why not?" He asked, about to kiss me when I blocked him with my finger.
"You were with Perrie yesterday without me." I said, "You know how lonely I was?" I pouted.
He just scoffed, before kissing me lightly again, "Remember, you'll always be first Lou."
I smirked, "I better be Malik."
He just rolled his eyes, before going back to his seat and driving off to the school. Yes we still went to school, kind of had to since we were both 18. Well Zayn was 21, but that didn't matter.
When we entered I went to my locker, seeing some guy, probably a junior, was talking with his friend about the 'rebels'. I rolled my eyes, slamming my locker shut so they both knew I was here. They both saw and ran off towards their first class.
I rolled my eyes, going to the teachers lounge as I did every other day. When I entered I saw the person I wanted- Eleanor. People call her Ms.Calder though, which in my opinion sounds to old.
I went to her, covering her eyes. She just giggled, "Lou, stop it and kiss me."
"Whatever you say lovely." I said, before picked her up out of her seat, making her wrap her legs around me waist as we kissed, her hands playing in my hair. I didn't mind though, everyone knew I was always with someone. I pulled back, pecking her lips one last time, "Miss me?" I teased, setting her back on the ground.
"Who wouldn't?" She said as she playfully slapped my arm, thinking it was adorable.
Girls.
Though I reacted, the right way and pecked her one last time, "Well, Ms. Calder, have to get going to Maths. See you after school?" I said.
"Totally." She replied, before leaving, not forgetting to smack my butt.
As soon it was lunch I was sat at my friends table, Jade sat on my lap as we were just ranting about my parents, "Hey Lou, what about your old man?"
"What about him?" I asked, because I was zoning out.
Zayn sighed, "I said how come you never talk about your old folks."
I shrugged his shoulders, "Not something I wanna talk 'bout."
Zayn brushed it off as it was nothing, but the principal came over to our table, "Mr. Tomlinson and Ms. Thirlwall I suggest you two stop with the PDA."
Jade slipped off my lap, but I spoke up, letting my big mouth do the talking, "And for you, SImon, I suggest you stop bein such a prick and go on and do about of your boring ole life."
He rolled his eyes as he walked away, and we all laughed. Soon Zayn was talking about hwo his dad was always getting drunk...
[Flashback- Louis 10 years old]
I watched as my dad continued to beat Harry, Harry puking up blood, not a lot, but enough to make me run over to him, hugging him close. Soon I was rippd off by my dad, his eyes glowing wiht anger. Harry was to weka to move, and just lied there while my dad held me. My mum then smashed a beer bottle, not fully drunk, on my head. I cried, thrashing around in my dad's grasp.
[Present Day]
I put my head in my hands, leaning my elbows on the table as I was remembering them. The ones who took my brother away from me. I hated those people.
Harry, my only brother. He had died two years ago. I felt tears prick my eyes as I went ot the bathroom, not bothering to tell them. I closed the bathroom door, locking it behind me before going to the mirror and gripping the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror seeing my eyeliner was starting to fade. I quickly redid it, and put it back in my bag and when I looked in the mirror I saw the face I haven't seen for 2 years.
"H-Harry?" I stuttered out, before turning around to be in the soft embrace only known as Harrys.
How I missed my borhter, he was my protecter, my rock, everything. When he died something clicked in my mind saying 'get rid of those ugly scars' and 'hid them'. So I did.
"Louis, why are you like this?" He asked, which caused me to look at him funny.
"Like what?" I asked, almost inaudible.
He pointed to my tattoos, piercings, everything. I knew that it was a mistake, but I couldn't stop. This would be the first time I would't lash out at someone.
"To hide." I answered truthfully.
"From what?" He asked, his grip tighter.
"Everything," I replied, "School, our parents, society."
{3 YEARS LATER}
"Ni!" I laughed as my husband entered the room. I ran to him, jumping on him and kissing him. He kissed back, his hands holding me up, because my legs were wrapped around his waist. I kept kissing him even when I was out of breath.
"Woah there Lou," Niall said.
"You're home." I said smiling, "You're finally home."
Niall pecked me, "And I'll be here always."
I smiled, kissing him again before going to our room.
I had changed so much from that day. I had met Niall, and soon we were dating. We did that for about 2 years before he proposed. Then last year he was drafted into the army, but came back for good.
Zayn and Perrie dropped out of high school, learning later that they ran away to France.
As for my parents, they aren't doing so well. Once they found out Harry had been murdered by them, they were immediately arrested for life fro child abuse and murder.
The day the had Harry's proper burial I saw him, standing by the trees smiling. I smiled, before letting tears fall and cry into Niall as I watched my brother finally get to go to his new home-
Heaven.
9/7/13