365 Letters To You || Larry Stylinson

|Chap. 5|

💫|HARRY'S POV|💫

January 12, 1:46 p.m.

My eyes open slowly and everything is in a blur. I see fades of blue and white in the room as I move my head. A groan falls from my lips when I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head, making me shut my eyes again. I slowly open my eyes again and I see the blur of a person, his hair feathered down the side of his face, his bright blue eyes wide as he stares down at me.

"Louis..." I can barely speak. My voice comes out soft and slowly as my vision clears.

"Harry?" He whispers.

I take a look around the room. I'm in a bed with white sheets covering my lower half. There's chairs lining the wall and one right next to the bed. There's a big window with the sun shining through the blinds. I hear beeping beside me and I look up to see a heart monitor beside me. I'm in the hospital. Memories of what happened fills my mind.

"Where is everyone? Where's Jack?" I ask, turning my head to look at Louis.

He grabs my hand and squeezes it gently. A slight smile spreads on his face as he looks at me.

"Jack's gone." He whispered. "When you pushed me, Jack punched you and you hit your head pretty hard on the wall. You had a concussion, Harry. You fell into a coma." Louis said. I study his face, searching for any type of emotion.

"Jack was arrested and sits in jail as we speak. My mum, being the lawyer that she is, she's helping to get him charged, but she needs to speak with you to get all the facts." He says with a sigh. I'm so glad that Jack is in jail. Which is where he needs to be, but he isn't what I'm worried about.

"Where's my mother?"

"She was taken in for questioning. She was barely responsive and was forced into testing. Drug and alcohol testing. And well...she's been registered into a rehabilitation center. So she could get herself together." Louis tells me.

"She's in rehab?" I ask, letting out a breath. Louis sighs and nods.

"She's gonna have to be in there for quite a while for her years of drug and alcohol abuse," He tells me. I just nod. Right now, I believe that's the best place for my mum. I really hope this helps her out. I lay my head back, closing my eyes, taking a breath. I feel so drowsy. It must be the medication I'm on.

"When's your mum gonna speak to me?" I ask him.

"I'm not sure, she'll be here today though. She's dealing with, ya know," Louis holds my hand in his as he stares down at me. His eyes are shining brightly, the most stunning pair of orbs I've ever seen. His hair and tan skin compliments them very well.

"You're so beautiful..." I believe I hear him say. I shake my head. No way he could have said that, to me. I stare up at him and he leans in slowly. My eyes widen a bit as his lips inch closer to mine. I close my eyes and lean forward for our kiss. Before our lips touch, there's the click of a door and Louis pounces away, looking up, much like a deer in the headlights.

Damnit.

"Hi, Harry. You're finally awake," Louis' mum says. She smiles widely and walks over to the opposite side of the bed that Louis' on.

"Hey," I give her a small smile. She's dressed nicely in formal attire with a purse hanging from her shoulder.

"How're you feeling? You were asleep for quite a while." She tells me. I shrug, looking up at her.

"Just a bit of a headache, that's all." I tell her. She touches a bandage that I didn't even know was wrapped around my head. I really must've hit my head hard. I look over at Louis whose head has been down since his mother had walked into the room.

"I'll see if I can get you more medicine from the nurse, but for now, I need to ask you a few things," She says, looking at me. I just nod, biting my lip.

"Do you remember when your mum started to...use drugs?" She asks. I can distinctively remember everything that happened. You can't just forget something that tainted your entire childhood.

"Right after my father died," I told her. If you would have seen my mum before the death of my dad, you'd think that she'd never even smoke in a million years. She was the kind of person to direct anyone away from cigarettes, drugs, or alcoholism. My mum and dad were my heroes.

Death changes everything.

Louis' mum nodded and squeezed my hand gently, probably understanding why my mum had switch gears and focused on the harmful chemicals.

"Is that when the abuse started?" She asked.

"No, it started when she married Jack. My mother isn't the one who abused me, Jack is," I told her. She nods at that, looking over at Louis who had taken a seat away from the bed. I frown, wanting Louis to stay close to me.

"And what went on as far as the abuse? How'd it start?"

"Jack was an alcoholic as well, he didn't use drugs but he got them for my mother. They'd get drunk together and they'd start arguing which eventually turned physical...it wasn't until a year later after he abused my mum that he turned his attention to me. I was six years old when he first hurt me, for trying to break up their fight,"

"And how'd he hurt you?"

I let out a sigh, laying my head back due to the pain.

"He raped me," I whisper. Tears start to form in my eyes and I sniffle.

"What?" Louis speaks, standing up. He slowly walked back over to the bed.

"He...raped me," I said again.

~Flashback~

"Mummy," I whimper as I look down at the man who's laying unconsciously on top of my chest. Mummy hit him in the head with a bottle, there's glass everywhere. I choke out a breath as his weight hurts my chest, I can barely breath.

"Mummy," I choke out again, looking up at her. She lets out a breath and drops the remains of the bottle onto the floor, letting it crash and break. She grabs Jack's boot and drags him off of me. I let out a whine and reach my arms up for her as she walks over to me. She picks me up and I'm placed on her hip, gripping onto her.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" She whispers, wiping my face. "I'm so sorry, love." She cries, holding me to her chest. I sniffle softly as she walks me out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

She carries to my bedroom as I leaned my head against her shoulder, tears still sliding down my cheeks. She lays me down on my bed and I look up at her, gripping my blanket.

"You can go to sleep, darling. Everything is alright," She whispers to me, tucking me in. She presses a kiss to my head and turns off my lamp.

"Mummy,"

She turns to face me one more time.

"I miss daddy," I tell her. She nods and tucks her hair behind her ear.

"I miss him too, love." She says. I can see a small tear fall from her eye again as she walks to my door.

"Goodnight, baby." She blows a kiss and closes the door. I fell asleep, dreaming of Daddy..

--Later that Night--

"Stop it!" I whined out. Jack grabs my wrists and holds me onto the bed. It hurts and it burns. He puts a hand over my mouth and my shouts can't be heard.

"Don't wake Mummy." He grunts. Tears slide down my cheeks as he kept going. It hurts. It hurts so bad. I scream my loudest, squeezing my eyes shut.

"Mummy!!" I scream into his hand, sobbing, hoping she could hear the muffled shouts.

~End of Flashback~

-

❤{Sorry this took so long. I honestly had no inspiration or motivation. I found it though. And the chapter was gonna be much longer, but I figured to just post what I have since I was taking so long. I hope you like it, though!}❤