Harry's little sister(Louis love story)

~Chapter 3~eddited

~Lucy's P.O.V~

I woke up with a killer headache. I went to go and get out of bed, but I couldn't move. I looked down to see why I couldn't move and I saw Louis holding me. I tried to get out of his grip but he wouldn't let go. After a good 10 minutes of trying to get him to all release me, I finally got out of his grip and exited the room quietly. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 2am. I quietly walked to the bathroom so that none of the boys would wake up, but when I left I saw a figure open a door so I freaked out and hide. About 10 minutes later I thought that the coast was clear and continued to walk towards the bathroom when The figure saw me and started heading my way. I started to panic even more at this point I was screaming for help and then the figure had wrapped his arms around me and covered his hand over my mouth.

"Shhh Lucy. It's only me, Harry. What's wrong?" For some reason I felt so safe with Harry and I barely even knew him. Before I knew it, I completely broke down in his arms. I barely knew this guy, but he was my brother and I needed him so much more then I have ever needed someone before.

"H-H-Harry... I'm so sorry f-for everything. I didn't mean to. Please don't hate me." I said, still crying my eyes out. Harry moved my face so I could look him in the eyes and said something that I never expected him to said...

"Lucy, I could never hate you. I might not have grown up with you, but I love you so much and I never want to hear you say that I hate you again because that's just bull shit. I love you." He said sounding serious.

I just looked at him speechless. No one has ever told me that before. I just hugged him tighter.

"Lucy there going to be 4 more guys coming here today so that we can talk about the take me home tour, which we are gonna be going on soon. I think that you will like these boys. They're very nice and like what you like." He said smiling. To be completely honest, the thought of 8 boys in the house scared me. I don't know them and I know that they said that they would never hurt me but how could I be sure my 'father' said that he would never hurt me, but he did. Who's to say that they wont either? I really need to cut, but before I did I needed answers.

"What do you mean by the take me home tour? Your going on tour" I asked. Of course he wouldn't have told me he's trying to get rid of me..

"Yes Lucy I'm going on tour" he paused for a minute then continued "you will be going with us though."

"Oh" is all I could manage to get out.

Minutes later I finally spoke "Harry, I need to go to the bathroom. Can you please get off of me?" He looked at me hesitantly, but he let go. When I got up he grabbed my arm.

"Please don't be hurting yourself in the bathroom. I want to give you a body check after you finish in there. I can't have you hurting yourself. I love you way to much for that." He was just saying that to say it he won't really check me. No one cares about me that much. I walked into the bathroom and took the blade to my skin. I kept cutting and cutting. I just needed to get my pain out. I cleaned my arms up and put my sleeves down. I left the bathroom and Harry stopped me asking to see my arms.

"No." I said and moved trying to get away from him but he gripped my arm before I could leave. I hissed in pain when he grabbed it. He pulled up my sleeve and saw my cuts. I refused to break down this time. Harry tried to pull me into a hug but I screamed at him."NO DONT TOUCH ME! I DONT NEED YOUR PITY! IM PERFECTLY FUCKING FINE AND I SURE AS HELL DONT NEED YOU IN MY FUCKING LIFE!" I thrashed until he let me go and made a ran for it. I can't stay here anymore. As I was running I ran into a body and the body just took me into his arms and I just broke. I can't do this anymore. I needed to just get out of this place. I don't want to be this person anymore. So I ran out of the house and kept running and running. I went into the woods and it was about 6am the boys are probably looking for me or they don't even notice.. no one ever notices me. So I decided to stop running and found a tree and soon sleep overtook me.

I woke up to find myself in the arms of a strong man. I was afraid to open my eyes but I did eventually and looked up to find Louis carrying me.

"Good morning beautiful. I'm so happy I found you I was so worried about you." Louis said softly.

I then muttered a 'yeah right' back to him. As soon an I said that I regretted it I hurt him and I knew I had but I didn't know what else to say to him I just was mad.

Mad at the world.
Mad at everyone.
And most importantly mad that they cared..

It would be so much easier if they didn't care and if they just let me go.

Everyone always just ends up letting me go. Letting me go to cry and hurt myself and they think if they don't notice or ask about it it's not their problem.

Their wrong though it's because of them that i want to die. They did this to me they caused it they cause all of my pain and suffering.

I just wanted to die why couldn't everyone just let me go and do it.

We slowly got closer and closer to the house and that's when I panicked.

I put my head on louis's shirt and hoped that everyone would think I was sleeping. But then I really did fall asleep as we got inside.