Louis had fallen asleep in Harrys lap with the ice pack pressed to his side, which Harry quickly took off so he wouldn’t get hurt. He lay down, holding Louis to his chest as he played with his hair.
It was actually quite odd seeing a twenty-one year old man act eight years younger than he is. But, Harry was used to it and it was oddly adorable. Louis features were manly, but his eyes lit up like he really was an energetic teenager once again, and Harry felt happy because Louis had always talked about how he wished he was a teenager again. Even though his wish was granted in such a cruel way, he had received what he wanted. Wasn’t this how fairy tales work? When they wish for something they think they really want, but then in the end of the tale they realize they are better off without it. Would his fairytale end up that way?
Harry’s phone rang.
“Hello?” He whispered
“Hello, Harry. You will listen to what I say and you will do as you are told.”
“Huh?”
“Step away from Louis, leave him on the couch and go to your bedroom.”
“I’m not leaving Louis alone. Who the fuck are you?”
“Don’t worry. Nothing will happen to your precious Louis if you step away from him. But if you don’t step away from him…”
“Okay I’m going. Don’t hurt him.” Harry stood up and walked to his bedroom, then locked the door.
“Are you alone now?”
“Yes. What the fuck do you want?”
“I know you kissed Louis. I know you spend everyday with him in the hospital instead of Eleanor.” Harry stayed silent. Silence was his best option right now
“You’re ruining Elounor.”
“Elounor isn’t fucking real. Obviously you know that.” Harry had always had a hard time believing Elounor wasn’t real. He was always worried Louis would fall for her and leave him.
“You’re ruining Elounor.” The voice repeated “And you beat Louis up over it?” Harry felt immense guilt wash over him.
“Y-yes.” He croaked out
“Leave Louis alone. Let him marry Eleanor because that’s who he really loves.”
“H-he doesn’t even remember Eleanor.”
“He doesn’t remember you either.”
“But he knows who I am now. He doesn’t even know what Eleanor looks like.”
“Look, leave him alone or I’ll tell everyone what you did to Louis.” That was something that wasn’t supposed to be released to the press. But, he didn’t want to hurt Louis.
“Release it to the press. I’m not hurting Louis like that.”
“Are you sure? I have the file contents ready to upload on twitter. Louis Tomlinson, Hospital admittance for domestic abuse, Abuser: Harry Styles. How does that sound Harry? Everyone will think you’re so horrible.”
“I-I don’t care. I can’t hurt Louis.”
“So that scam didn’t work. I guess I’ll have to move on. I just pressed the ‘send’ button on my computer, Harry.”
Everyone knows he’s a monster now.
“I’ll call you back in half an hour with the next ‘scam’, Harry. Have a good day.” They hung up and harry watched as his twitter notifications started to blow up.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT LOOK WHAT HARRY DID TO LOUIS! YOU’RE A HORRIBLE PERSON @harry_styles”
A picture was attached of Louis damaged face, only minutes after the ambulance had arrived, and the hospital file.
Harry began to cry as he watched all the horrible things fill up his notifications.
Monster, Asshole, abuser, bastard…
And so on. Harry fell to his knees on the ground.
“HARRY!” Louis yelled out and ran upstairs with his phone in his hand.
“Unlock the door Harry please. I saw what happened.”
“N-no!”
“Hazza, it’s okay. I’m here and I will always love you so let me in and you can cry on me.” Harry reached up and unlocked the door and started sobbing into his hands.
But he knew he did this for Louis. His Louis.
“Oh God, Harry.” Louis knelt down on the ground and hugged him tightly. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”
“B-but everyone else doesn’t. And t-these types of things s-spread like wildfire.” Louis sighed and combed his fingers through Harrys hair.
“We’ll get through this together, babe.”
But Harry was starting to worry that he might not have Louis for much longer.