Tell Me When it Hurts *ORIGINAL*

F I F T E E N

>Fifteen< : Removed from the past...

"I don't know why I didn't expect you to pull something like that. Try and break our family apart. You just can't be happy. I'm trying. Went through hell for you, and what do I get? A warrant. That's great." Eleanor remarked kicking Harry carelessly. The man to drugged to understand his predicament could only groan. "God Harry, I just don't understand. Why would you do this?" She urged. Harry slowly focused his eyes, after years of being drunk and training himself to see clearly. Making Eleanor out of the fuzzy figure his body went into alert mode. Pretending to remain drunk, Harry casually scanned the room not letting her know he was fully aware of what was happening.

It looked like a basement. Where? How did this happen?

" the best thing a girl could be in this world. A beautiful little fool. Wisely said Daisy. How true. You were easy to trick if I acted like a fool." Eleanor admitted kneeling by Harry who had one hand chained to a pipe, "So foolish." She added pushing hair behind her ear, Harry inhaled softly the past becoming his security blanket. He could hide in the old Harry, the weak one. Bend to her finger tips, he could be a fool. Eleanor pressed a longing kiss to his lips.

"W-where's Louis?"

"Safe." She swore leaning in for another kiss which Harry "melted" into. "Where El? Where is our s-son?" Harry pushed, "He's asleep. I promise we'll be okay."

"I should be p-promising you that."

"It's okay." Eleanor breathed with a smile, "N-no. You've b-been nothing but g-great, and p-patient. M-my love." Harry remarked with voice soft and strained as the drugs had began wearing off. "I told you I could wait."

"A-and you did. Thank you." Harry added pushing himself up to kiss her, when they broke apart for the third time, "why don't I go get him?"

"No. I-it's just us." Harry assured pulling Eleanor with his free hand, although he made sure not to grab her roughly to make her think he was still weak. "Always a charmer." Eleanor smirked laying with Harry on the floor. It was silent as Harry gently stroked her hair, as Eleanor played with the string of his pants. "I can't help love you." She mumbled, "Beautiful little fool." Harry whispered clasping his hand over her mouth holding her nose as well, Eleanor squirmed managing to dig her nails into his face pounding her fists into his eyes, his nose already bleeding. He didn't let go. Harry soon didn't even register the pain, all he heard was his mum.

"There you go leaving again!" She chastised, "So what, I'm like dad." Harry shot, "Don't talk about him like that!" Anne screeched, "why?! Because he's been there for you?! Dad left you for a whore Anne!" Harry returned, Anne sat down holding her head, "H-Harold that's not true."

"What's the truth then? Huh?"

"He loved you Harry. That's why he left. He didn't want his son turning out just like him."

"Like how?"

"Like a fool."

Like a fool.... Harry was a fool. He had already beaten his sub more no reason, more then once. Almost drove him away. Shot one of his subs. Harry truly was nothing but a fool. Eleanor had stopped moving seconds ago, Harry didn't know if she had passed out or died. Honestly he didn't care. Pulling at the chain he was held by it didn't snap. Of course it wouldn't. Tears burned his eyes. God he hated crying. It was to late though, Harry was already bawling. Coming to his senses, he found the key in Eleanor's pocket unlocking himself. Harry chained her up in case she woke up. Finding a door Harry opened it to hear nothing. It was a big empty house. "L-Louis! Lewis!" Harry called limping around, the silence was killing. "Lewis! Baby!" Harry wiped his tears away weakly scanning the room his head felt light. To light. Footsteps behind him alerted him, turning slowly he was met with Eleanor holding a gun, swinging it Harry fell to the floor his temple gushing out blood from the gnash. Of course he left the key down there. Something a fool would do. Before he passed out a door to his left was ajar, a bed was in the corner a lump chained to it. Harry somehow knew that lump was Louis. So close.

His head was pounding, though when he woke up he was dressed in black skinny jeans with a dirty white T-shirt. Both of his hand bound behind his back as he laid on what felt like a bed. Slowly sitting up a giggle caught his attention, "Sleep well darling?" Eleanor asked. She had on one of his button ups, her hair down. She looked perfect as always. Though it disgusted Harry. "I made us breakfast! Your favorite, scrambled eggs with French toast." Eleanor gushed, "W-where's L-Louis?" Harry roughly questioned, "He's still asleep, didn't want to disturb our baby. Although he's been good. It's you that's been naughty. You hurt me yesterday. I'm all for jokes but that one wasn't funny babe."

"I didn't mean it as a joke." Harry growled, Eleanor scowled, "I know you did. And if you want to see Louis, then you meant it as a joke and you love me."

"I-I w-was playing, a-and I love you." Harry rushed, he had to see his baby. "When he wakes up, I'll let you see him."

"L-Lewis! Le-" Harry started when Eleanor slapped him, "Shut the fuck up! I won't hesitate to kill him right in front of you." Harry nodded silently watching the door to the room they were in. He prayed Louis would open it. Just seeing him would make things okay for Harry. "I-I don't n-need him a-awake. Please El, I-I'll go willingly, w-we both will. J-just let me see him." Harry pleaded. Eleanor thought for a second before standing up, helping Harry stand she walked him to a bedroom, Louis faced the wall. He didn't look alive. "L-Lewis." Harry whispered tears welling in his eyes, falling to his knees Eleanor watched, "d-did you k-kill him?"

"No! I just gave him sleeping pills."

"H-how many El?" Harry rushed, "Like five." Eleanor replied becoming a little worried, did she over dose him? "Y-You what?!" Harry roared turning on her, his hands no longer becoming tied as the zip tie broke like nothing when in his Harold flipped rage he snapped it like a twig. Eleanor pointed the gun at Harry shakily holding it, she no longer held the upper hand. Harry smacked the gun from her hand punching her in the face, with the force he used Eleanor didn't dare get back up. No she laid on the floor when Harry met her there beating the life out of her. It was when he heard whimpering from the bed did his haze lift. Scooping Louis up, Harry ran. His legs were killing him, though he didn't stop. Not until he reached a hospital which was fifteen miles away, "H-help." He whispered hoarsely, the doctors took Louis on a stretcher racing him out a nurse stood by Harry who watched them wheel Louis away, "S-sir? Sir!" She called, Harry was gone though. The floor quickly met him, Harry was empty. His past was over. Harry was living in the future, he was in the present.

>Two Days Later<

Louis played with the tube that was hooked to his IV, even though Harry had already explained to him that it wasn't a toy. Slapping his hands away from the thing, "Leave it alone." Harry warned, Louis grew a pout that was quickly blown away when Niall popped in with plenty of colorful balloons. "D-daddy look!" Harry smiled, "I see baby. Hi Niall." Niall waved, "Hi Mr.Harry, Hey Louis!" The latter attempted sitting up only to be pushed back down by Harry, "Not any more then already baby." Louis growled annoyed, Harry was acting a little to protective. Louis had no memory of what happened, saying as though he was over dosed and passed out the whole time. Meaning he was severely dehydrated and they had to pump his stomach. Liam joined the room as well, Harry scooted his chair closer to Louis' bed where he held Louis' hand, "How're you feeling?" Liam asked, "Good." Louis replied confused still as to why he was in this place where people would ask that question frequently and he had tubes coming from him. Also why Harry had carried him to the shower holding him the whole time. Not that Louis was complaining, he just didn't know why. "He's been doing fine. Much better." Harry replied kissing Louis' crown.

Louis fell asleep that night after crying for an hour because a horrible no good nurse gave him a shot. Harry sighed as his subs low pain tolerance promising the nurse that he was okay. "you're fine baby. No more. Took it so good baby." Harry praised. Niall also fell asleep on Liam, only Liam had knowledge for Harry. "Harry? Y-Your mom's alive."

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FIRST PUBLISHED SEPTEMBER 1ST, 2015

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