"You father is out of jail."

That thought ran through Harry's mind. His own father was out of jail, the man who d loved him but now wanted to kill him just to let out his anger. This man ruined Harry's life but good came out of it, somewhat. Harry became a mute because of what that man did to him and now the agencies wanted Harry to move back with him and live happily ever after and be reunited with his "family"? Harry had no family left, his own mother left him and Trevor, Trevor went into the military, and Harry got suck with the devil.

Harry looked out of Louis's window from his truck, thinking about his father and the past. He didn't want to tell Louis about what happened because he's afraid of Louis leaving him. No one would except Harry for his past and what happened, no one would understand the abuse and shit he went through everyday and each night before, after school, during the day and night before he fell asleep. He would lie to his teachers and people at the school about the bruises he had like, "I fell down the stairs." something along the lines of that statement. His mind was blank but the only thought was his father, the man who abused Harry.

Louis looked over at the silent boy, he placed his hand on Harry's knees with a gentle squeeze. Harry snapped out of his thought and looked at the boy who has been there for him, kept him on his feet when he was about to give up, the one person who actually cared for him. Harry placed his hand on top of Louis's hand then intertwined their fingers as he gave the boy a soft smile. Louis never took his eyes off the road but he put a smile on his face.

As the two boys made it to their house, Louis's house, Harry ran up to his room and shut the door as he grabbed his small journal that he kept hidden under his bed and wrote,

How could anyone love someone like me? I'm messed up, broken, scarred, horrible past, and just fucking stupid! My dad, I hate calling him dad but he is, beat me, abused me, even tried to rape me but what was a young teen supposed to do when he treatens to kill you? After he would beat me, I would run to my room crying asking God why? Why was this happening to my life? What did I do wrong to deserve this? I waited for some kind of answer but it never came so I began to cut to relieve some of the pain. Watching the blade cut open the skin and the red liquid flow down my arm, it was so beautiful. For three years I cut, three. Nobody noticed until one day one of the few friends I talked to followed me home and heard the screams. I was taken away from dad as he went to jail for child abuse and I was taken to a foster home that I thought it wouldn't go great until I met him. The blue eyed boy with lip peircing and a horrible mouth. After that day I knew I could count on him for anything, until one day life took me away. Louis told me what happened after I left and his was a shitty mess, if I could say that in the nicest way. He has been nothing but good to me but Anne, the bitchy foster mom, thought he was some kind of disease. She's tried to keep me away from Louis, but it never worked.

The point of this is to say that no one will be there to pick up the shattered pieces in my life and help me put it back together. Remember how I asked God why? I think he was showing me something like to get the prize, I had to go throught the journey or something? Life is adenture, right? So this is my life! I'm glad that I found Louis. He may look like the tought guy who doesn't deal with anyone shit or the bad guy who smokes, gets high or any of that shit! Don't judge a book by its cover, that's Louis taught me. But I do have some questions, should I tell Louis about my past? Would he still be there for me or run away if I do tell him? I love Louis and I don't want to loose him. He's been the best thing for me, and I think I've been the best thing for him as well.

Harry shut his journal and shoved it back under his bed just in time as Louis walkd into the room crossing his arms over his chest.

"What was that?" Louis asked with a smirk.

"N-nothing, just nothing." Harry stuttered as a blush appeared on his face.
"Uh yeah okay. How are you feeling?" Louis asked as he made his way to Harry's bed and sat down next to Harry.

Harry looked down at the ground as he nodded his head. Louis placed his hand over Harry's
leg, "Harry please tell me the truth, please? I know your not okay right now, I can see it through your eyes. Just tell me, I want to help you."

Harry looked at Louis trying to hold in his tear, tear of lies and pain. "I'm fine, Louis."

"Harry, last chance," Louis pushed Harry.

"I can't tell you because you would hate me," Harry mumbled under his breathe.

"You can't tell me or your afraid to tell me, which one Harry?" Louis asked until the boy broke.

"I-I'm a-afraid Louis, I-I'm a-afraid t-that your going t-to l-leave m-me!" Harry cried into his hands ashamed of his fear. Louis brought the boy to his lap and held him tight as Harry cried on his shirt. Louis rubbed the boys back, trying to calm him down after a couple minutes the sobs turned into soft snores. Louis picked up the boy and placed him in his bed and placed a soft kiss on Harry's forehead, "I will never leave you, never."

I got up from Harry's bed and I noticed the small journal Harry hid under the bed.

No, Louis! That's Harry's journal.

But I want to know why he thought I was going to leave him.

He will tell you when the time comes.

What if it would be too late?

It's never too late.

I'm going to read it, like it or not!

Bad idea Louis...

Shut the fuck up. This is my body, my mind and I control it so pipe it!

Louis quietly grabbed the journal and sat on the floor by Harry's bed. He was nervous of reading it becaused, yes it was Harry's personal thing but he just wants to help Harry, is that so wrong? Louis skimmed some of the first couple pages until he got to the last page Harry wrote in and read. Louis was hurt, he couldn't believe what he father done to him.

How could any father do that do their child? Beat their child and leave them to die?

Louis continued on reading and soon his vision became blurry from the new fresh tears.

People igorned Harry as if nothing was wrong not even his "friends" noticed the bruises and cuts.

Then Louis broke down with a smile on his face. He changed Harry. He cared for the boy when no ones else did. Yeah he was a fucked up, shitty mess when Harry died because it felt as if something inside of him torn him apart from his other half. Louis was the tought guy, that's what everyone said about him because of the piercing on his lip and the way he talk, but Harry saw something else him that no one else saw. The kind, caring, lovable heart and the child Louis was outside of school. Harry help Louis by showing him the true Louis Tomlinson, now it was Louis turn to show Harry the Harry Styles he knows, not the mask Harry puts on but the Harry he sees when they have fun. Louis closed the journal and placed it back under Harry's bed, but just as he was about to walk out of the room, Louis heard a soft voice, "It's okay if you want to leave me."

Louis turned around to see Harry sitting up from the bed looking down as his hands. Louis walked over to the bed side and sat down next to Harry cupping his hands to Harry's cheeks wiping the tear with a smile, "I said I'm never going to leave you, and that was a promise."

Harry gave a nod, "But I heard what you said about my past? You said I was nothing."

Louis shook his head with a chuckle, "No Harry, I didn't say that. I said 'People ignored you as if nothing happened including your 'friends' didn't notice the bruises.' You mean everything to me Harry, never think that."

Louis pulled Harry closer to his chest and hugged him, "Lost and insecured you found me."
"No Louis, when I was losing hope the only one whos ever known who I am, who I'm not, who I want to be is sitting next to me. You found me, you found me Louis," Harry looke up at Louis with a smile then pulled Louis face down to meet his own placing a soft kiss.

Louis grabbed the back of Harry's neck pulling Harry closer to him. No tounges just a simple kiss meaning the world to both of the boys. The boys broke up from the kiss as they heard a loud knock on the door, "Louis Tomlinson!"

Louis told Harry everything was alright then told Harry to hide in his closet and in there was a trap door to his secret room. Harry got up from the bed and ran to the closet as Louis shut the door and headed down the stairs to the front door.

Louis's hands were shaking as he grabbed the door knob as the voice yelled him name louder, "Louis Tomlinson, open this door now, we know you have Harry Styles."

Louis let go of the knob and with out think he barked back, "No!"

Louis covered his mouth as officers broke down his door and barged into his house. "You can't take him away, please! You're making a big mistake! Harry, no please! Harry!"

Officers grabbed Louis and he tries to pull them away from his room but Louis fought back crying out to Harry telling him to run but the Officers had enough and grabbed his gun and cracked Louis on the head knocking Louis out dropping him to the ground as blood dripped from the top of his forehead. The Officers searched through everything in the house for clues of where the boy was, broken vases, picture frames, and turning the place upside down with no luck finding Harry. Harry hid in the little secret room in Louis closet listening to the Officers as the searched Louis's room then he heard one of the Officers open up the closet door then shutting it again. Harry let out a sigh but then a large hand pulled Harry out from the place. Harry squirmed around making it harder for the Officers so they pushed him down on the ground putting his hands behind his back as they placed cuffs around his wrist. Harry screamed out for help hoping Louis would hear as they pushed him out of the room. Harry tried to fight the Officers then he saw Louis and he dropped to his knees. Harry ran over to Louis trying to wake him up but Louis was out cold and Harry saw the cut on Louis head.

"Louis! Wake up please! Louis! Louis please, please, please please! Wake up, Louis!" Officers picked Harry up from the ground as the pushed him towards the front door. "No! Please Louis wake up! No please, Louis!" Harry was shoved out the door and there he saw his father outside with his arms crossed, "No!" Harry ran back to the house but then he heard a crack as everything went black.

Notes

Okay I know I said a couple weeks ago that I was going to write a chapter. I did but my stupid computer, I know this is a lame excuse, but my computer has been acting up, I was getting my classes set up for college and working. So I'm sorry if this isn't the best chapter but here it is, Chapter 5.