You & I

Okay so yesterday was my big day, I finally turned 19! Whoo! But instead of going to class, I wrote this. Enjoy!!


Peace. That's the only word Harry could feel around him as he slept, he was at peace. No, Harry is not dead. He's just enjoying the nice comfort around him as he slept. His brown curls matted across his face in every different directions, the way his eye lashes lay on his milky cheeks, the soft snores that left from his pink lips. Covered up with a thin white sheet that only covers his body from the wait up. Wearing only a pair of baggy sweat but shirtless, showing off the tattoos that he keeps hidden from people. Those tattoos are his stories, and when he is ready, he will tell those stories when the time is right to a certain person, Louis.
This peace sleep seems like it could go on for eternity, no screaming, no fighting, nothing. Just letting his mind tell a story in his head hoping one day, it would come true. Sounds like Cinderella when she sings, "A dream is a wish, your heart makes when your fast asleep."

But this is Harry's wish, to come home to Louis. That's his dream, his wish but soon, all of that will disappear.

"Wake up!"

Harry wakes up to a bucket of ice water dumped all over his body sending chills down his body. Harry, frantically, looked around the room.

It was all a dream.

He was back at Dean's house in the little attic he called room.

"You were out for twelve fucking hours after you decided to play a little game of cat and
mouse," Dean chuckled.

Harry sat up from the little mattress on the ground holding his head inside of his hands. He
only remembered looking out the window to see a young boy and girl walking down the streets. Then it hit him. The girl was Becka so he tried chasing after her.

"You ran down those flight of stairs like nothing, but once I saw you opening the door, I grabbed my gun and knocked you out," Dean finished. "No wondering you're so fucking stupid, but maybe you won't trying running away again."

Harry groaned as he stood up on to his feet, stretching his arms to the ceiling. Dean looked at the grown boy. Right before Dean was taken away, the young boy was at least a couple inches shorter than him. But now Harry was taller than the old man by, and built too. Dean gulped his fear, shaking his head as he looked at the boy with a smirk.

Harry placed his hands on his hips as he looked out the window, gazing at the view of the quiet town. Harry didn't noticed what Dean was doing until he felt a pair of arms wrapping themselves around his waist. Harry looked back to see Dean, his eyes full of lust. Harry tried
pulling Dean's arms away from his body, but Dean's grip got tighter. Dean placed kisses over Harry's shoulder blades and down his spine, "Beautiful skin. No harm, nothing, just beautiful."

Dean moved his hands down to Harry's waist bands of his sweats. Harry pulled away from Dean's touch breathing heavily as sweat began to form on his body.

"What's wrong, you don't like being touched?" Dean chuckled as he walked towards Harry.

Harry backed further away from Dean, he needed to get out of here. Fast. But before he could move, Dean pushed Harry down on his mattress with Dean straddling his waist. Harry tried moving out from under him, but Dean would sit up more on his waist. Dean leaned down to Harry's right ear, "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Louis would be able to hear you screaming my name."

Harry grunted a low growl as he bucked Dean off of his hips, rolling him over so he could be on top of Dean. Dean eyes grew wide.

"I hope you rot in hell you fucking bastard," Harry gritted his teeth as he collided his fist to
Deans face. "Damn it!"

Harry packed up his belongings and ran out of the room leaving Dean on the cold ground.

This was it, Harry was finally going to do it. Harry turned the knob to the front door into the streets of Doncaster. He was free, but not for too long. A strong grip grabbed Harry's wrist
pulling him back into the house, "You're not fucking going anywhere!"

Dean shoved Harry away from the door, dried blood from his nose all over his mouth.

"You thought you could escape from this hell hole, well I'm not done with you bitch!"

Harry stood his ground, "What do you mean? Haven't I been through enough shit! You fucking beat me when I was younger just because you were pissed off at your wife, or ex wife! I bet you didn't know that I was having mental issues because of you! The voice in my head would tell me to fucking die, that the whole damn problem was my fucking fault! You left me as a mute, a fucking mute! I had no voice, no opinion to what other people had to say! All I could do was to say in silence! Well I've been quiet for a very long time and now it's mine turn to speak!"

Dean was fucked. Harry's voice was deep and terrifying but Dean couldn't let Harry see his fear so he let a small laugh, " Then speak." Dean pulled out a small hand gun from behind his back aiming it at Harry. "I've got plenty of time compared to how much you have."

Harry felt his body go weak. This bastard was sick in the head. Harry took a couple steps back away from Dean, but Dean clicked his tongue.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not so brave, now are you?"

Dean shot the gun at a random spot in the house, making Harry duck to the ground.

"What the fuck!"

"One bullet left."

"You're a sick bastard."

"Got any last words, Harold."

"Fuck you!"

"Goodnight Harry."

Harry dove towards Dean. Harry attempted to reach for the gun before Dean could pull the trigger, but it was too late. Harry pulled the gun to left side when he heard a bang. Pain shot through out Harry's body as he fell to the ground holding his side. Dean dropped then gun in complete shock. He shot him, he shot Harry. As Harry grunted out in pain, Dean stumbled out the door running away from his problem like he has done before in the past.

Harry tried to get up but the pain was unbearable. He pushed himself off the ground after several attempts with a yell, "Fuck!"

Harry tried to walk to the door, but his legs were too weak so he had to lean against the wall for help. His vision began to blur. He looked down at his side seeing the blood flowing through his fingers. Harry stumbled across the patio of the house looking at the people on the street. He looked around the area and he knew where he was. He was only a couple blocks away from home, he could make it. With each step he took, the pain grew. His breathing was unstable. He looked up from the ground and there he saw it. The caramel colored hair, the tanned skin, the small body. Harry gave a small smile but soon everything went black, the only thing he remembered that voice, "Harry?"

Notes

There ya guys go, another chapter! Just a random fact or me being me but I think my brother could be a larry stylinson kid. He has milky white skin, brown curls, ocean blue eyes, and two dimples!! And he loves soccer or football which ever one, but that's my random though for today!!