After dinner, Louis had picked up the dishes and washed them to spare Harry and Gemma the trouble. As he was washing the dishes he felt two large hands on his waist.
“Hey Lou.” He relaxed when he realized it was Harry
“Hey Haz.” Harry leaned closer to him and nuzzled his nose into Louis’ neck.
“I’m…really, really sorry. And Gemma told me about that whole thing in ninth grade with that football guy. I would never do that to you. But, we can take it slow, that is, if you forgive me.”
“You hit me…”
“I-It was an accident, please!” Louis turned around
“Well you should be more fucking careful.” Louis spat and walked away.
To be honest, Louis knew he was being a dick, but he was scared. So, so scared. The last person who had “loved” him had hit him and now Harry had too.
His life was such a fucked up mess and he hated every last bit of it. He was so close to getting away from it all but no, he just had to meet the beautiful, green-eyed neighbor. Louis needed a break. A walk, perhaps.
He walked out the front door and began to walk down the street. A million thoughts whirled around in his head and he knew he couldn’t let himself think for too long, because he knew when someone thought too long they tend to over think things and then they go a little crazy.
Muscle memory. Suddenly Louis hated muscle memory, hated it. Because of muscle memory, he had walked directly into his home.
This fucking hell hole.
“LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON!!!” His dad came barreling down the steps, in what most kids would assume to be a hug, but no.
Strong, thick hands were wrapped around his neck, holding him two inches off the ground to the back of the door.
“You little shit!! Where the fuck were you?!” Louis whimpered
“I…I was-“ No, he couldn’t, h wouldn’t get Harry involved in this “Somewhere.”
“Tell me where the fuck you were!!”
“No.”
“I’m going to kill you, worthless piece of shit!”Louis felt his pants yanked down and his eyes widened and his mom just stood there at the top of the steps, smirking
“Put on a show for me boys.”
“Dad wha-“
“Shut up! I’m giving you what you want, fag!” Louis let out a broken sob
“Please, n-no!”
*Same time, at the Styles home*
“Gemma! Have you seen Louis?! I haven’t seen him in awhile I’m getting worried.”
“He went outside”
“Outside? Like on a walk?” A piercing scream was heard all throughout the neighborhood
“LOUIS!!” Harry screamed, in a way that Gemma normally would think over-dramatic, but she was quite frightened too. Harry ran outside and next door, quickly opening it.
(A/N: It’s kind of graphic here, sorry lovelies!!)
“H-holy shit!” Louis was bent over the railing with his father’s fingers in him, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Isn’t this what you like, cock-slut?”
“S-stop dad!!” his dad slapped his ass
“GET YOUR HANDS OFF HIM!” Harry screeched and used all his force to push into the grown man. They both went tumbling to the floor and Gemma quickly got her phone out and started calling the police.
“Who’s this little shit, Louis?”
“I don’t know him, dad!” Louis squeaked
“Yes you do, I can see it in your eyes. Tell me or I’ll hurt him.”
“He’s Harry!!!” Louis yelped as Harry was thrown against the wall “Don’t hurt him! Hurt me, instead!”
“Whatever you say, Louis.” He winced, preparing to be hit again, but nothing came. He turned to look and saw Harry on his dad and practically pounding his face in.
“Harry!” Louis gasped and heard the wailing of sirens. Police came in and Louis blushed because he was naked from the waist down.
Harry was removed from Louis’ dad and placed next to Louis, who immediately hugged him tight and sobbed into his chest. Despite being naked, except for his shirt, Harry lifted him up off the ground.
“I’m so sorry Louis, I love you so much. You’re so beautiful and perfect, and ugh fuck I’m so sorry this happened.”
Harry just held Louis and rambled on and on about how well he would treat him and how beautiful he is, and Louis let him.