A/N: ;)

The rest of my Sunday was spent responding to text messages from Carson and Shailene and talking to my sisters on the phone for an hour or so because they lived almost an hour away and if I left now it wouldn't be worth it so I was going to just settle for a phone call.
Once all that had finished I cooked myself so Mac and Cheese and watched tv with Scruff until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. The next morning my alarm woke me up and I recluently rolled out of bed and went to take a shower.
I was glad there was no practice today because I felt to tired to concentrate on feild stratgeties or even kick a ball to be honest.
Saturday the game had been canceled and our Saturday practice because there had been threats of a giant thunderstorm all day but it remained sunny and perfectly cool out the whole day, so I guess you could say that was a waste?
Now I would go into detail and tell you every moment of my Monday but it's not worth it.
The whole day had been pretty average actually, minus the announcement of a skit project in my theater class, but that was normal theater stuff.
When I had gotten to my last period that day I would by lying if I said I wasn't expecting a model like teacher, but instead we got an elderly lady who told bad jokes and passed out sushi to whoever completed their assignment.
I wasn't complaining though because she was actually pretty cool, though you wouldn't catch me staring at that booty anytime soon.
Finally though the day had come to a not so brillant end with me and Shailene going up to my apartment and accidently let Scruff loose so we ended up chasing him around the apartment building for twenty minutes and afterwards did homework while she helped write the script for my skit that I was suppose to do with my two other classmates in theater.
Then once our study session ended Shailene went home, I heated up left over pizza, then went to bed.
Tuesday morning, this morning to be exact I had woke up excited. During the short time perid Harry had been gone I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him because I did. But in a friend kind of way. I could barely sit still that morning as I rushed out of bed and into the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb out my hair before getting dressed into my basketball shorts and nike tank top. "C'mon Scruff! We have practice today." I inform quickly as Scruff jumps up and begins to jump around and pant, joining in on my excitement even though he had no clue why there was excitement. Silly dog. "Lets go bud!" I coo as I grab his leash and clip it on him and we go out the door. Practice ran smoothly that day, everyone had showed up, there were no accidents, Scruff behaved, and Lily actually had upgraded from crutches to no crutches so she made an attempt to be goaly but had to take a few breaks inbetween which consisted of her playing with Scruff. Finally when practice had come to a fun end with, Carson, and Scruff chasing the kids around in a giant game of freeze tag, everyone recluently had to go home. "See you later." Carson calls as I wave and get into my car with Scruff then make my way home. The hour inbetween the end of practice and me needing to leave for class was nerve wracking as I kept fidgeting. I wasn't sure why I was so restless, nor I was I sure why I was so eager to see Harry but either way my feelings had a mind of their own. Finally my alarm went off signaling it was time to go and I practically pounced on my car keys as I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my bag before rushing out to my car and nearly hitting a pole after I had gotten in and peeled out. The whole drive there was I constantly trying to destract myself from my thoughts as I put my music up to the max and drummed my finger on the steering wheel in sync with the music as I begin to sing at the top of my lungs. I must've been a sight when I drove into the parking lot, looking like a musical on wheels that soon came to a brilliant end as I parked and turned off my car while Carson and Shailene stood off to the side near her car, giving me a weird look. "You okay Louis?" Shailene asks and I nod as I climb out of my car and grab her head before kissing it and throwing light, playful punches at Carson. "I'm fine! Never been better! Just hyped up for today." I inform bouncing up and down on my feet Shailene cocked an eyebrow and Carson leaned over and whispered just loud enough for me to hear, "Back away slowly." They then both, in perfect union, took a step back. "Aren't you both a bore." I comment rolling my eyes and Shailene laughs as they both appear at my sides and we walk into the school with out another word. Actually I was begining to wonder why I felt so, ethusiatic. I was literally all over the place, well in my head at least, and I kept smiling. Was I really this excited to Harry? Was I seriously getting this worked up over seeing my teacher? It was rediculious. "Bye guys!'' Shailene then called as she disappeared down the hall in the general direction of her class, and Carson wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Now Louis be honest, what drugs are you on?" He says in a dead serious tone and I laugh as I give him a playful push, "I'm not on drugs! I'm just in a really good mood." I say honestly and he raises both his eyebrows, "If this is your good mood then what are your moods the other time?" "Less good." ''Makes sense." We then became silent as we stopped at the classroom door and I grabbed the handle before pulling it open, and instantly disappointment rushed over me. Instead of Harry sitting in the desk chair, or drawing on the sketch board, the sub from yesterday was sitting there in his desk frowning as she pressed random keys on the keyboard of an old fashion laptop. "Looks like we got the Sushi Sub again." Carson comments and I shrug feeling my mood sink as we walked in and he walked over to his desk and I walked over to the subs. "Um..excuse me miss?" I say stopping directly in front of her and she looked up at me and adjusted her glasses, "Yes sonny?" She asks and I shove my hands in my pockets as I rock on my heels, "I thought Mr. Styles was coming back today?" I inquire biting my lip, a strange shy feeling coming over me. "He was, but something happened and he couldn't. Don't worry I'm sure he'll be here before the end of the week, if not then definately the next." She promises as she shift her attention back to the computer and I feel my stomach give a little twist. Something was wrong, I could feel it. He said he'd definately be back Tuesday. Right? "Thank you." I mumbled trying to push the feeling of dread away as I sat down next to Carson with a sigh. "Something wrong?" He asks obviously noticing the shift in my mood, but I shake my head as I say nothing. For the rest of class I said nothing in all honesty, because I felt a strong surge of worry coated with disappointment as Harry's words ran through my head,
"See you Tuesday." I say and Harry bites the insides of his cheeks,
"Hopefully."
Upon remember those words my worry begin to increase. What if something bad had happened? What if he was hurt? What if there was something wrong? By the time the class had ended I was sick with nerves.
I wasn't sure why I was so worried, but I just had that feeling that something was wrong. Something wasn't adding up. Harry didn't seem like the type of guy to go back on his word.
"Okay class dismissed." Our subsitute calls out after the bell rings and I feel my heart leap as I quickly grab my bag and rush out of the classroom, ignoring Carson's shouts, and I push past everyone in the hall as I hurry towards the parking lot.
The moment I started my car I practically tore apart the concrete of the parking lot as I peeled out and onto the road. I wasn't sure why I was in such a rush, I wasn't sure why the panick increased by the moment but I do know it was a feeling I had never felt before.
It was so draining.
On my way to his house I made a quick stop at my apartment to pick up Scruff, just in case everything was fine and I needed an excuse to show up just in case.
"I wonder what could be wrong." I mumble to my dog as he whines, obviously noting my concern. In all honesty I would've have been as worried as I was now if it wasn't for the subsitute's tone when she told me he couldn't come.
Her tone had been tight, like she was trying to contain emotion. My mom had used the same tone a couple of years ago when she broke the news to us that our grandfather was in the hospital. Meaning there just had to be something wrong.
By the time I got to Harry's house I was actually trembling, I was beyond sick with worry. Why in hell did I feel this way? He was barely my friend and I hated like only a week ago. Why was I so concern? This just wasn't fair. It was screwing up my emotions.
"C'mon boy." I push as I grab Scruff by his leash and do a quick jog up the front steps, after locking my car door of course.
"Louis?" Maddie's voice rings out, as she opens the door before I get the chance to even knock. I don't think I was even at the top step. "Where's Harry? The sub told me something happened." I instantly say, leaning over heaving from anxiety and my jog.
"He's laying on the couch, but dear I don't think this is a good time." She says hesitently as she begins to close the door but I block it with my arm,
"What's wrong?" I push and she sighs, "Louis I really don't think-" She was then interupted by Harry who called out in a croaky voice, "M-Maddie? Is that L-Louis I hear?" The both of us then became silent as she glanced at me then in the direction of the living room,
"Yes love, do you want me to tell him to come back later?" He was silent for a moment, and I heard the intake of a deep breath before he called out, "N-No, have him come in. P-Please?" He requested, his tone cracked and voice messed up. Almost like he had been crying, but why would he being crying?
"One second." She responded and looked back at me and Scruff, "Brace yourselves." She warned and I swallowed, "Okay." I respnd softly and she steps aside so me and Scruff could walk into the house. "He's in the living room." She then disappears into the kitchen and I look down at Scruff nervously.
Why had her tone been so serious? Something must've been wrong. Really wrong. "L-Louis?" Harry calls out and I take a deep breath as I call back, "Hold on, just taking off my shoes." I pause for a moment in the hallway to slip off my shoes and pull Scruff closer to my side, who kept whining.
"Hi Har-"
I begin to greet as my feet guide me into the living room but I stop speaking as my breath hitches.
He looked horrible.
It would be an understatement to say otherwise.
His face was pale, hari was messy, and his lip was busted along with a giant black eye and he had ice pressed against his wrist.
"Oh my gosh!" I exclaim instantly rushing to his side and I knelt down, "What happened? Oh my gosh!" I say again concern etching into my features as I felt a strange rush of anger. Who on earth would do this to him? No the real question was, how? I saw him attack that guy in the bar. The guy was bigger then him yet he took him down with in seconds. Did he get jumped?
"It hurts." He whimpers and I notice the small bandage on his wrist. "Harry what happened?" I ask softly as I reach my finger tips foreward and gently brush some hair out of his face, and he took a shakey breath as he grabbed my hand and gripped it tightly.
"Harry who did this?" I ask again and Scruff licks Harry's face before resting his head next to Harry's arm in hopes of attention. "It hurts so bad, I want to die." He chkes out again tightening his grip on my hand and I feel my chest twist at his words.
"So bad, I want to die, it's so bad." He repeats, his voice so low and distant it was creepy. "Harry please, I'm begging you stop talking like that." I beg feeling a small wave of nausea come over me and his eyes meet with mine.
Those couldn't possibly be Harry's eyes. They were so lifeless, drained of color, that they looked like a light shade of grey. I have seen his eyes become dull before but this took it to a whole 'nother level.
"Sorry." He appoligizes, letting go of my hand and slipping it on my cheek, before rubbing his thumb over my skin in circular motions. "It's okay." I mutter as my eyes drift to look at his hand, and a small smile appears on his face.
"You feel warm, are you sick?" He asks moving his hand to my forehead and I swat it away making him chuckle. "No, I'm not sick. I'm hot." I inform and he shrugs as he exhales slowly and rolls over on his back.
"Good.." He then let his eyes flutter shut and I glnaced at Scruff before clearing my throat, "What happened? Who hit you? Did you get jumped?" I ask in concern, but curiously. "You want to know?" He asks in a breathy tone and I nod as he presses his lips in a thin line then sits up half way, hissing.
"I need to lay down in my bed, this couch is doing a number on my back. Can you help me up?" He asks, his voice becoming less shakey as he glanced at me with a tear stained face. Never thought I was going to see that in a million years.
"Sure." I say standing up and Scruff instantly shoots up, ''Scruff can come up to, he's a comfort to." Harry adds and I couldn't help but smile at his comment as I stretched out a hand and he took it before pulling himself up on shakey legs, and I wrapped an arm around his waist to support him.
"Careful." He warned, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and I nodded as I begin to help over to the stairs, then up them with Scruff at our heels. "Why did you come anyways?" He asks as we walk down the hall, with him guiding me by pointing his finger.
"I got worried, the subsitute said something happened so I just dropped by on my way to the park to check in." I say half my words true as Harry nods and we walk into his bedroom. "I've got it from here." He promises, and drags himself into the bed after I move away.
"You and Scruff can lay down." He offers patting the empty side of the bed and I hesitate for a moment, but the look he gave me when he said won me over. "C'mon Scruffo." I coax, pulling off his leash then patting the bed so he knew to jump on, and instantly he laid down next to Harry, who wrapped an arm around him and earned a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
"Sorry if he smells." I appoligize, climbing onto the bed and laying down on the other side of Scruff. "He smells good actually." Harry compliments with a small smile as he stroked Scruffs head, and my dogs eyes fluttered shut.
"So you want to know?" Harry then asked after a long moment of silence and I bite down on my lip as I nod and cuddle up to Scruff. "It's a bit of a sob story." He states softly and I furrow my brows as Scruff licks my chin and I pat his head. "I'm always up for a good cry." I assure, hoping to lighten the now serious mood and Harry sighs deeply.
"Good." His eyes then met with mine, "Before I tell you this, I just want you to know I'm only telling you because I trust you and I feel as if you have the right to know." I couldn't help but wonder why I had the right but maybe it had something to do with us becoming friends. He probably wanted to warn me of some big secret of his so I could run before getting attatch.
Maybe he was a spy! Now I was actually getting a little excited at what this sob story might be.
"I'm all ears." I promise and he looks down as his fingers brush through Scruff's fur.
"It started when I was just a few months old. My dad, he was..he is..abusive.."
I felt my breath completely stop as he bit the insides of his cheeks,
"He would do horrible things to me and my sisters. It wasn't just the normal, he would beat us and be done with it, it was so much worse. By the time I was fourteen he had put me in the hospital more times then I could count, and my mum told everyone I was a clumbsy child. I remember there would times where he would bring me into his basement and do awful things to me. If he wasn't hitting me, he was touching me, if he wasn't touching me he was shouting at me, if wasn't doing any of that he'd be passed out on the ground form drinking."
He then paused to point to the general area of his scar,
"When I was thirteen he gave me this with a knife. When I told him I was bi, he bashed my head into the table. Some of the things he did were bad enough to be labled as torture."
I felt a large bubble of emotion building up inside of me as he nuzzled his face into Scruffs fur, and I reached across Scruff and grabbed his hand so I could squeeze it tightly.
"Even now, everytime I go to see my mum he shows up and hits me. He doesn't care who's watching. He doesn't care that I'm not a kid anymore."
I felt my heart beat increase as Harry gripped my hand tighter and held onto Scruff tightly, like he was afraid we would fade.
"He did this to you?" I manage to get out and he nods, in such a pityful way I almost couldn't take it. "Yes, Monday. Monday afternoon." I could feel his hand start to tremble and I rubbed my thumb over it.
I could tell by his voice and boy language that this was hard for him to talk about. It was making him unstable. "Oh Harry.." I whisper, not knowing what else to say as he exhaled slowly. "Yeah." I then bit my lip harshly as he cuddled impossibly closer to Scruff,
"Scruff's breathing is calming me. It's making this easier." Harry admits and I feel my whole body twist, "Yeah, when I'm upset I just cuddle with him and he makes it better." I comment and Harry heaves as another thought then registers in my mind,
"What about your sisters? Where are they now?" I ask and his face pales as he gives me such a horrible look I felt like I did something wrong. It was such a depressing look, such a lost look, such a broken one I almost got up to leave the room for a moment to catch my breath because I was hardly breathing right now.
"G-Gemma lives with my mum s-still, and the other o-one, m-my little one is in h-heaven." He chokes out and I feel tears instantly prickle in my eyes as I thought about my four little sisters. "Oh." I say, feeling this moment become so intense, so heart wretching it took everything in me not to leave that instant.
"Do you want to talk about that part?" I ask softly and he nods,
"M-My dad and his t-two friends, took her. I was s-sixteen, she was t-thirteen. T-They raped h-her and then k-killed.." His breath then hitched as he sat up,
"I n-need a moment p-please.." He stammers running his hands down his face as he hobbled into the bathroom then shut the door behind him before I heard him slump against it and begin to cry.
Hearing him cry was probably the worst sound I had ever heard. It was like hearing a baby angel cry, it was like hearing a hurt puppy whimper, it was like accidently hurting a little kid, only ten times worse. I honestly didn't know what to do with in that moment.
I actually felt like bawling for him, right here, right now. I felt like busting down the bathroom door and hugging him tightly. I just couldn't wrap my head around the story. It was horrible. No it was beyond horrible, it was like something you'd read in a book. So unbelievable and so unfair.
For what seemed like hours, even though it was most likely a couple of minutes, I listened to Harry cry. Then I heard the shuffling of him getting up and a draw was pulled open then slammed shut before the sound of glass shattering became present.
"Harry?" I called after me and Scruff both jumped then quickly recovered. "S-Sorry.." His voice stammers softly and he appears in the doorway of the bathroom after opening the door.
His eyes were red and swollen but he forced a smile as he wiped away access tears and walked back over to the bed before laying back down and cudding up to Scruff who looked him over in concern, then nuzzled against him.
"It's okay, I understand." I assure reaching out and he grabbed my hand again, "I-It didn't just end there though, a-after they did t-that all in f-front of me, I-I lost it. I-I lost m-my mind. L-Louis, I k-killed the two guys who h-helped my dad h-hurt her." He confesses in a ramble. Almost like he blurted it out. Guilt then started swarming into his features as they paled and he didn't dare meet my wide eyes as my body went into shock.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to tell you that part! Sorry! Sorry!" He says his voice becoming panicky as my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach and I took a shallow breath.
He killed two men. Harry killed two men. Harry Styles my Professor killed two men! That was it. I couldn't process anymore of this story. I needed some time to comprehend this. It was to much.
"It's..I.." I then sighed deeply, "Can I have some time..to just..comprehend..this..?" I ask slowly, pausing inbetween some words. "T-Take all the t-time you need." He breaths and I nod as I sit up, "I'm so sorry Harry." I add looking down at him with a soft, twisted look.
I needed fresh air badly. I needed to breath.
"D-Don't be." He says as Scruff licks his face then gets up and Harry grabs the blankets before pulling them over his head. "C'mon boy, we need to give Harry some alone time." I inform my pet as he tries to climb back on the bed but I grab his collar firmly and clip on his leash, my eyes wondering over the lump under the blanket.
Then with in that moment, I felt as if I had been slapped. Punched. Kicked. And torn apart from the inside out. I could feel Harry's pain, like literally feel it. There was so much of it that his body seemed to be giving some of it to me.
At that moment there was a strong connection made between the two of us, even though not a word was exchanged nor was a glance. I felt like someone had just, in a literal sense, glued him to me. I was silent when I left the room, I dragged Scruff out the door then shut it softly behind us.
This was seriously the first time in my life that I had ever felt this way. My guilt from all the times I had technically bullied him and given him a hard time in class hit me like a brick to the face. Hard.
Yet even with that being said a length of fear had imbedded itself in my center, separating my emotions so I couldn't make sense of them. I was in shock right now, complete shock that he had taken two lives.
Though in all honesty if two men killed one of my little sisters after raping them, I'd probably kill them to. That might be where the connection was. The love for our baby sisters. Maybe that's why I was taking this in such a weird way.
I felt like I could understand even though I never went through something even romotely close.
"Bye Maddie." I call out, in more of a croak as my shoes are slipped on and I walked out the front door, closing it behind me.
Once I had loaded up Scruff and gotten into my car, I just sat there for a moment in a empty daze. My emotions seemed to turn off and mind go blank as I just stared at the house. Never before in my life had I reacted to a sob story this way.
Never before in my life did this special connection thing happen between me and another soul, lacing them together in what seemed like the start of a special frienship.
Or at least I think so?
"We're going home." I then remind myself as I shake my head and start the car before peeling out of the driveway.
And as I pulled away I swear I saw a face peering at me through the window.

Notes

Hi guys! So..um..yeah! This chapter is a very emotional one, I actually teared up writing it because I'm listening to sad music.
Now I must warn you this is the start of an unexpected turn of events.
Everything is about to become a roller coaster.
So my recommendation, prepare yourself for tears.
QOTD: What is your favorite Larry Stylinson fanfiction?
Mine is 99 Days With Out You and Club Cuca.
~Mazzy
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