One Dumb Dare (Nouis, Niam, Larry)

Chapter 10

hey guys sorry I didnt update yesterday. I was really having an important convorsation last night. And I couldn't be bothered to write.

And I also apologize for this being by far the shitiest chapter I've ever written, I promise it'll get better soon. :3 I love you guys, I really do! I'll make sure to give you a really good updat tomorrow:3 ^.^ so enjoy this chappie:)

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Chapter 10

Louis POV

"so here's the rules, you stay in this room. You don't open the blinds, you stay away from the door and you make no noise. My parents are not to know your here. Got it?" Harry asked as he dug vigorously through his drawers. Louis stood awkwardly in the center of the curly haired boys bedroom. Louis was scared, unsure of how he was supposed to survive these next few days. "I'll bring you food and all that and you can wear my clothes, and shower but only when I'm home. My step dad will freak if he sees your here." Harry turned around and gave Louis a pair of sweat pants and a sweater that looked old. "I figured you'd only fit in my small clothes." Harry shrugged and nodded towered the door at the back of his room, Louis put his head down and walked quickly over to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him. He quickly changed into the clothes, grateful Harry had chosen a sweater rather than short sleeves. Louis starred at his reflection. It was like starring into the eyes of a stranger, it wasn't him. Where had he gone? Who was this person starring back at him. Those dead eyes, they weren't his. That long messy brown hair, it wasn't his. That frown, definitely wasn't Louis. The pale skin, the cuts, scars, bruises, burns, hurt, pain, depression, tears, hate, bitterness. This wasn't Louis.

"who are you?" Louis breathed, the reflection mimicking his every move, Louis wondered when he became so... Numb. He never felt pain, not when Mark beat him, or when he cut himself, the only thing that hurt Louis was breathing. It hurt him to know he was breathing, that he was living. He was involuntarily saving his life with every stupid wasted breath. Louis wanted to cry, but he couldn't. He doubted he could ever cry again. Louis grabbed Harrys discarded jacket from the floor. He slowly turned the knob and opened the door, Harry glanced up at him from over his phone. "wh-where should I put this?" Louis asked cautiously holding up the jacket.

"I don't care just put it where ever." Harry mumbled focusing his attention back on his phone. Louis placed the jacket carefully and neatly over the computer chair and stood there awkwardly. The sweat pants were huge and hung off his hips and the sweater basically swallowed the skinny boy. He felt and looked awkward. Standing in the center of the room Harry didn't seem to notice though. He was completely engrossed in his phone. There was a loud slam like a door, and Harry jumped his head snapping to his bedroom door. He stood up, a flash of fear going through his emerald eyes. He grabbed Louis, "listen you have to be quite. Don't ask questions and don't come out of the bathroom till I say you can." Harry roughly threw Louis into the bathroom causing him to topple over falling onto the ground, "sorry." he mumbled before going to close the door, "lock it." he commanded and the door snapped shut. Louis leaned over and turned the lock and sat back against the bathroom wall. It was silent before he heard Harrys bedroom door open.

"where's your mother?" a rough voice asked, well actually more like demanded.

"I don't know I just got home." Harry snapped sounding irritated and annoyed with the man. There was a quick shuffle and a loud slam, Louis winced at the loud noise.

"listen here you little shit, when you speak to me, you do so in a respectful tone." the voice growled harshly.

"I hate you. I have no respect for worthless scum like you." Harry spat violently. There was several loud sickening noises and Louis was wide eyed starring at the door, there was a noise as if someone had fallen. "STOP STOP IT PLEASE!" Louis froze, it was Harrys voice, so full of fear and panic. Blood curdling hopeless screams, he sounded like he was dying. He was screaming so loud it shook the house, he was crying out and his voice was raspy and breathless. He sounded so afraid and helpless, Louis wanted nothing more than to open the door and help him. But harry had told him to not do that, and he was going to listen to him.