I sat companion-less in my flat, I sat quietly watching The Notebook. Harry hasn't been over too see me in days, almost a week; maybe I've made him bored. I grabbed my laptop logging into Twitter, I'm not on there much. I scrolled through my news feed for a few minuets until I got bored, I heard my phone ring I answered quickly not looking at the caller ID; big mistake.
"Hello?" I exclaimed in joy, I hoped it was Harry. "Louie, baby" I heard a drunk slur through the other line, my heart stopped; I suddenly couldn't feel anything. My whole body went numb, the horrid flashbacks of my past abusive relationship with the man on the other side of the phone. "W-What do you want?" I stuttered quietly. "You, I need you" Mickey said quiet loudly. My heart started beating out of my chest, what am I going too do? I thought I got away from Mickey. I guess I thought wrong.
I shut all my blinds, I locked all the doors and windows. I'm scared for my life, when did he get out of prison. It's been five years, I don't know what to do. I grabbed my phone harshly dialling Harry's number. After about eight rings, the ringing cut off. "Harry" I shrieked out. "Lou, what's wrong?" Harry loudly responded. "Can y- please come over, right now" I whispered breathless, I was terrified; mortified. "I'm coming" Harry stated.
I sat in a corner of the living room, in sight of every room of my apartment. I heard a knock, it was Harry. I stood up almost running too the door. I opened the wood door quickly, my eye widened. Suddenly, I was pushed against a wall. It was Mickey. "Get off of me!" I shouted loudly, this was it. My life was over, he was surely going to kill me right here, right now. "I love you" I smelt the alcohol lingering from his heavy breaths.
My shirt, soaked in tears; I sat on the floor in his sight. "Louise, babe?" Harry called out in search of me. Mickey looked me in the eye as he heard the raspy voice call out, my tears flowing like Niagara Falls. I heard footsteps coming closer. "Loui-" Harry was cut off by his sight of Mickey. "Who is pretty boy?" Mickey daintily asked, my heart rate increasing.
Harry stepped closer in the room, closer towards me. "You can leave when you still have teeth or you can leave in a ambulance" Harry sternly said to Mickey. "What are you going to do?" Mickey snickered at Harry. Harry fist went deep into Mickey's gut forcing him to groan in agony next, his knee in his groin. Harry was injuring him, bad. I couldn't stop him. I couldn't say anything. Harry's fist punched into Mickey's face, his nose bleeding down the front of his shirt. "Call the cops!" Harry shouted continuing to kick him repeatedly until he was unconscious. His unconscious body lied on the floor.
Harry rushed to me bending down to me hugging my tightly, blood on his knuckles. "Louise you listen too me, did he hurt you in anyway?" Harry question me. "Kind of, I'm okay" I snuffled. "Where?" Harry asked raising his eyebrows. "My arms, my stomach" I whimpered. I heard the front door open, lights flashing outside of the windows. The lights in a pattern, red then blue.
Harry sat on the floor wrapping him up in me, my whole body was a bruise from fighting. "Harry?" I whimpered weakly. "Hm?" Harry mumbled into my hair, Harry has always been here for me. I did, I loved him; more then a friend. "Thank you if you didn't come I'd be, d-dead" I stuttered at the word 'dead' "I love you babe" Harry kissed my forehead lightly not wanting to put me in anymore pain.
We sat there, on my bedroom floor; Harry's lips met mine. The sweetest touch ever, he was special to me in everyway possible. I do, I love this boy.
