She saved my life (a Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 38

4 weeks later

*Claudia's POV*

My wound had finally healed and my bruises had faded away. The only thing left to remind me of the torture I endured is the scarred word on my arm. 'Mine.' I'm planning on getting a tattoo over it.

I was allowed to leave the hospital after 2 weeks and I had to spend two weeks after that resting while my wound finished healing. There is nothing left there now but a scar. Harry knew I wanted to go do something so he planned a camping trip. Harry, me, Liam, Dani, Zayn, Perrie, Louis, El, Niall and Maisy. Speaking of Maisy and Niall. They've been getting really, really close. Niall still hasn't asked her to be his girlfriend yet, but they have been on a few dates. They are gonna be the cutest couple.

Anyway. Marcus got sentenced for kidnapping, abusing, beating and torturing Maisy and I. He was also sentenced for attempted murder. He is in jail for a long, long time.

As for Lacy. She was also sentenced for being the mastermind behind everything. She is staying in some sort of place where she is doing a course to sort out her issues.

I was busy packing my things for the trip when Louis walked in.

"Hey Clauds!!!" He wrapped his arms around my waist and spun me around making me giggle. He placed me down.

"Hey Lou!!!" Out of all the boys I was probably the closest to Louis, besides Harry of course. I continued to pack my things when my knitted top dropped to the ground.

"Oops." I quickly bent down to grab it. Louis gasped.

"What's that?" I spun around. "What?" He chuckled.

"You had a tattoo on the bottom of your back. What is it?"

I froze. Oh no. I didn't want anyone to find out about this. I quickly started to stuff things into my duffel bag.

"Um, it said Ryan." I prayed Louis wouldn't question any further. I didn't want to share one of my biggest secrets with him. He sat down on the edge of my bed.

"Who's Ryan?" I gulped.

"Ummm just a person." Louis pulled me down to sit next to him.

"Clauds, are you sure? There seems like there is more to it then just that." I looked down. Tears brimming to my eyes. I tried to hold them back but I couldn't.

"It's nothing Lou." My voice cracked. Louis put his hand under my chin and turned my face to face him.

"Claudia. I've got little sisters. I know when girls are lying. You can tell me anything." I felt tears start to slide down my cheeks.

"I swore I'd never tell anyone." Louis pulled me into his chest.

"I won't judge. I promise." I looked up at Louis. He had a pleading look on his face. I nodded.

"Okay. I'll tell you. But you have to promise never to tell Harry. I'll tell him one day. But not now. I'd want him to hear it from me." Louis nodded.

"Okay." I took a deep breath.

"When I was 15 I had a boyfriend named Ashton. He was a bit older then me." Louis looked concerned.

"How much older?" I looked down.

"19."

I heard Louis sigh. I pushed on.

"He wasn't the good type. He was in a rockband. He loved getting drunk, playing at gigs, partying and dating young girls. He said he loved how they were so innocent. He had a few piercings and tattoo's as well. I don't know why but, I was just drawn to him. I loved the adrenaline of dating someone older. Someone who was a major bad boy. Everytime I kissed him and tasted that alcohol on his lips, I would get even more addicted to him. He was my drug. I hated the idea of not being with him. I knew what he was like, but I loved it. Being young and stupid I had no common sense. I didn't know what I was getting myself into. My parents never approved of me dating him. They tried to stop me from seeing him, but I'd just sneak out in the middle of the night. Just the idea of knowing he was bad and dangerous excited me. Anyway. He took me to a party. He was showing me off to all of his friends. He got majorly drunk and I got pretty wasted too. He took me upstairs. I felt excited, wanted. We had sex. After a while, I found out I was pregnant. I was only 15. My parents found out and they disowned me. They said they no longer had a daughter and they never wanted to see me again. I ran straight to Ashton. As soon as he found out I was pregnant, he told me to leave. I thought he loved me. But he only wanted me for other purposes. I ran away to Florida. I found out I was having a boy. I wanted to name him Ryan. So I got a tattoo on my back that said Ryan. A few months before I was due, I discovered I'd had a miscarriage. I was devastated. When I turned 18 I moved to London and now being 19 I still live here. I never wanted my first time to be with him. I refused to let him be my first. So I pushed the thought and acted like it never happened. With him it meant nothing. It wasn't special. It never happened is what I kept thinking until I eventually put in my head that it never happened." Louis has his mouth hanging open. He shook his head.

"Oh my god. And you haven't told Harry?" I shook my head. He pulled me into a hug again.

"I'm so sorry." I snuggled deeper into his chest.

"It's okay Lou." I stood up.

"Well c'mon. Lets finish packing."