Kasey's POV

I couldn't tell how long I had been in here.

It felt like hours that I've been slumped against the bathroom wall but I knew it wasn't really. I had no way of telling the exact time but it had to have been a long amount as Harry's pleas for me to open the door were starting to grow weaker.

I was starting to feel numb from sitting in my balled position for so long so I gripped onto the towel that was hanging next to me and tried to stand up. My attempt was cut short as the towel slipped from the railing and I fell back onto my butt with a loud huff.

My hands gripped tighter around the fluffy object as I stared at it angrily.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek as I looked up at the corner shower before deciding that a nice hot shower would do me a world of good right now.

Maybe I could even try to wash some of the pain away?

I scrambled to my feet finally and quickly turned the shower on, jumping slightly as the quiet bathroom filled with the sound of running water.

A soft sigh escaped my mouth as I stepped under the steaming water and instantly tilted my head back to wet my hair.

My tense muscles were only just starting to relax when I heard the sound of the bathroom door creaking open.

I gasped in horror as I swiftly turned around and squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see Harry right now.

The only sound heard was the rushing water as I refused to turn around, I shakily placed my hands over my face in an even bigger attempt to not see him.

Finally I heard him sigh and the sound of the door closing again a few seconds later, when I was sure he was no longer in here I pecked through my fingers and turned around to look through the clear doors of the shower. Thankfully I didn't see him but only a fresh pair of folded clothes sitting next the the sink.

I slowly pulled my hands away from my face and bit my lip softy as I reached for the shampoo while still facing the door. If he managed to unlock the door then who knows if he'll be back in here any second.

When the door didn't open for a good ten minutes and I was finished, I turned off the now only just warm water and as quickly as I could, grabbed the towel I had left on the floor next to the shower doors.

My nerves got the best of me and I stumbled over to the door to lock it again even though I knew it wouldn't do anything at this point since he obviously had a key.

Once I felt slightly safe again with the door locked, I dried my self off as I walked over to the pile of clothes Harry had left me.

It was just a simple bra and pajama shorts, with my favourite oversized pink sweater. If he thought bringing me my favourite clothes was going to make up for this then he's sadly mistaken.

I cringed slight as I looked at myself and noticed that once I had my sweater on you could barely see my shorts.

The last thing I wanted was for Harry to attempt to touch me again but right now I wouldn't even let him close to me so something told me it wouldn't be a problem.

I took a few deep breathes before I finally grew the courage to open the bathroom door and was instantly met with a still and quiet bedroom.

My first thought was that he must be downstairs somewhere but I wanted to go down there.

A pout found it's way to my lips as I was rather hungry and frankly I was at the point where I was willing to take my chances.

I softly walked downstairs doing my best to stay unheard by him.

When I reached the doorway of the lounge room, I instantly saw him. He was sprawled out across one of the couches and was letting out soft little snores every so often.

Just as I was ready to tiptoe past him, he stirred in his sleep making me gasp and bolt towards the front door.

I knew I wasn't allowed outside on my own but against my better judgement, I swung the door open and quietly ran outside into the fresh and very dark night.

My feet were moving faster than my brain could keep up with at this point and before I knew it, I was at the front gate of the house.

I had no idea what I was doing but my first thought was to find my way to Eleanor's house.

As soon as I knew what I was doing, I turned left and took off in the direction I remembered their house to be. At any other time I would have been out of breath in a matter of minutes but right now I was too scared.

I didn't want Harry to hurt me again.

Within a few short minutes and a few roads down, I was at the front steps of the only house I felt the slightest bit safe at right now.

I swallowed the lump in my throat before raising my hand to knock on the door but before I could, the door swung open to reveal Eleanor with her phone in one hand and a white stick hanging loosely from her lips. I saw the boys with those things a lot of the time but never questioned it before now.

"W-what's that?" I asked her causing her to jump and look up from her phone to me.

Her eyes widened and she flicked the thing from her lips, not once taking her eyes off me.

"It's called a cigarette but I don't think that's the important question here... it's more like what hell Kasey?! What are you doing here all by yourself?!" She snapped as I whimpered and backed away from her slightly.

My mouth flew mouth and poured out the last words I expected to hear myself say.

"I want Niall."

My lips quivered as I pulled the hem of my sweater down and she stared at me shocked.

Once she had established that I meant what I had said, she sighed slowly and opened the door for me.

"Go wait in the lounge with Louis, I will wake Niall up for you sweetheart."

I nodded glumly as I shuffled my way towards the couch where Louis was sat watching me with wide eyes.

We sat there in complete silence and eventually he placed his hand softly on my shoulder making me flinch away from his touch and him to frown at me not understanding why.

He opened his mouth like was about to ask me something when his loud ringtone cut through the room and both our heads snapped towards the coffee table where his phone lay.

It was Harry's name that popped up.

Shit.

Against my better judgement, I quickly grabbed the phone before Louis could and he stared at me shocked.

"What are you doing kid?" His voice was stern yet curious as he watched me decline Harry's call from his phone.

I shook my head not knowing how to explain my dilemma to him.

"Kasey seriously, give me the phone." He spoked as calm as possible and I broke into a fit of tears knowing he was going to tell Harry I was here.

My sudden tears startled him as he awkwardly rubbed my back for me.

"P-please don't tell him! He'll just hurt me again!"

His eyes softened as he stared down at me and pulled me closer to him, he was about to ask what was wrong when another voice broke into the conversation.

"What the hell did you do to her Louis?!" Niall snapped as he quickly walked over to us and pushed Louis away from me. He sat down in the spot Louis once was before pulling me onto his lap and comforting me by wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

Of course I flinched and tried to push him away but he wouldn't let go of me and eventually I grew tired of struggling.

"I didn't do anything! She burst into tears as soon as Harry tried to call!"

I didn't try to join into the conversation as they both sat there insulting Harry and trying to figure out what he had done wrong this time.

Eventually Louis said he would be in his room and left Niall and myself alone in the lounge.

"What's the matter princess?" He asked quietly and I cried harder as he used a pet name that Harry would often use too.

When it became clear that I wasn't going to reply, he sighed and reached for the random hair brush that was on the coffee table and turned me away from him so he could brush my still damp hair. I blushed slightly realizing that I forgot to brush my hair after my shower so it was still very tangled.

His was extremely gentle and soon my sobs turned into slight sniffles as I began to calm down just from his calming presence.

I looked up at him with the most innocent eyes I could manage and smiled sweetly at him as I pointed to the television remote.

He chuckled softly and nodded before turning the television on and placing the remote on the arm of the couch next to him.

I was pulled into his side as we watched the slightly boring sitcom, but I was just happy to be watching anything at all.

Harry would never let me.

As the ads rolled around I tore my gaze away to watch Louis' grey fat cat walk past my feet and just as I looked up again, I was sure a saw what looked like a mug shot of brown curls.

But before I could get a good look at the rest of the photo or even hear what was being said, the screen was suddenly shut off making me jump and see an angry Louis with the remote in his hands.

"What the fuck Niall?" His voice boomed making me jump as he swore and cling onto Niall more.

"What?" Niall managed to ask innocently as he looked up at Louis.

"You know Kasey isn't allowed to watch TV! Just movies!"

They yelled and yelled at each other until I interrupted them with the one sentence I could piece together.

"Was that Harry?"

Notes

Sorry if there is any spelling mistakes... My eyes are playing up and I can't find my glasses since I haven't used them in months /:

Today in New Zealand marks the 100th ANZAC day celebration! #Lestweforget #ANZAC