Father Figure.
That's all I wanted
Something special, someone sacred in your eyes
For just one moment
To be bold and naked at your side
Sometimes I think that you'll never understand me
Maybe this time is forever, say it can be, whoa
That's all you wanted
Somethin' special, someone sacred in your life
Just for one moment, to be warm and naked at my side
Sometimes I think that you'll never understand me
But somethin' tells me together, we'd be happy, whoa baby
Today was the day, the day Louis had been dreading. He had put if off for yet another week, debating and torn whether he could go through with it or not. But the time had finally come where he could no longer delay the inevitable. He stood in the dressing room in their bedroom, dressed in a pristine black Armani suit, a crisp white shirt, platinum cuff links embossed with tiny diamonds and a silver tie. His hair was quiffed to perfection and he had shaved off his beard, his clean shaven face making him look much younger than he was, still he felt old and tired, weighed down. He stared at himself with dull eyes in the full length mirror.
He looked every inch the powerful business man that he was. He looked intimidating and dominant, powerful and demanding of everyone's attention. Louis was feared due to his ruthless reputation. He had no scruples and he was a genius when it came to business negotiations. He was a leader, never a follower. People looked up to him, envied him, hated him and wanted to be him, yet today, standing here in his dressing room, Louis felt none of those things and he pitied those people who wanted to be him! On the outside, Louis was a picture of confidence, leadership and determination but on the inside, it was a whole different story.
Inside he was a terrified little boy who was scared out of his mind of the bad man who had done terrible, unspeakable things to him. Inside he was a damaged, scarred, traumatized little boy, the same little boy that years ago had cowered deep underneath his warm blankets trying to hide away from the bad man. The same little boy that had wet the bed from fear each time he had heard his father's army boots stomping up the stairs as he burrowed deeper into his blankets hoping to disappear before big, powerful, strong hands closed around his ankles and dragged from underneath his safe blankets, kicking and screaming and his father has violated him again and again, night after night, leaving him torn, bleeding and aching to his core.
Daddy no please! Please daddy it hurts!
Louis jumped when he felt a warm hand land on his shoulder gently, his glazed eyes focusing in the mirror to Harry who was standing behind him, offering him a soft kind smile. Louis did not miss the tense worried look on Harry's face. Louis did not miss anything and he noticed everything, especially when it came to Harry.
'You look smart,' Harry commented as he squeezed his shoulder a little. Louis kept staring at him through the mirror, screaming on the inside but calm and collected on the outside. Nobody would know or guess that the little boy inside of him was thrashing and screaming, beating his tiny fists against the inside of Louis' sternum, crying and begging, pleading.
Please Louis don't! Don't take me back to him. He will hurt me. I'm so scared Louis please don't make me go. Don't make me go back. You know what he will do to me!
A single tear rolled down Louis' cheek. Harry turned him round gently to face him and they stood face to face. Louis allowed himself to be moved like a doll.
