Wish from a shooting star (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 9 (Loosing me)

TW: VERBAL/PHYSICAL ABUSE (It's not the worst but yeah still warning about it. )

PLEASE NOTE: the father here is just a random character and not a particular/ real-life person. Thank you for understanding and reading. Enjoy!! xx

Harry's Pov:

"Harry, we need to leave."

My grip around Louis' waist tightens, wanting to let him know that I want to stay. I don't understand what's happening, why we need to leave, but I hope it's nothing bad and that I can somehow convince my dad to let me stay here. "But we just got here," I try to protest. "Can I please just stay here? I don't want to leave."

"No, we're leaving, and you can either come with me or make this way more difficult than it needs to be."

"But please, can't you leave without me?"

"Are you dense? I said we're leaving. Do you want me to make you or what?" his voice gets louder, angrier, that it scares me off a little. I haven't seen him angry in a long time and the fact that I don't know what's happening is not helping.

I look at Louis with an apologising look. "I'm sorry."

He slides his hand down my side. "Don't be. It sounds like it's important. You just let me know if everything's all right, okay?"

I don't even have time to properly nod before my heart races as I feel my dad's hand around my wrist, jolting me to my feet with a suddenness that steals my breath. Panic surges through me as he practically drags me to the door, his silence deafening amidst the chaos of my racing thoughts.

"D-Dad, please, you're hurting me!" I whimper, my voice trembling like a leaf in a storm. But he's unyielding, his eyes ablaze with a fierce determination that makes me even more panicky. His nails dig deep into my flesh, leaving a trail of pain and imminent bruises as we stumble towards the exit.

The grip tightens, the pain escalates, and I can't help but feel a wave of despair wash over me. I glance back at Louis. He's still sitting there, being just as confused as I am. I mouth a silent "please," to his direction, not sure what I'm begging for. But that's when he stands up and follows us until we're downstairs. I remember that I left my bag in the car, so apparently, we don't have any reason to stop.

Although when we do finally stop, is when Louis' parents notice us leaving.

"Oh, you're both leaving?" their voice is tinged with surprise. "I thought Harry was supposed to stay here, wasn't he?"

Dad yanks my arm with a hidden force as a sign for me to make it less obvious that I'm afraid. I think they might have noticed it, but they don't even mention it.

"Yes, but something just came up and we really need to go."

"Oh, well, I hope everything is going to be okay as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure of that," Dad answers immediately with a forced smile and I'm not sure which emotion is he trying to hide. "Anyway, thank you again for having us."

At this point, no one has time to say anything before we're rushing out of their house, back to our car. My heart is racing, pounding in my chest like a drum.

"Dad, what's going on? Please, tell me, I wanna know!" I struggle to break free from his grip, my voice trembling with fear. "Is- is mom okay? Did something happen to her? Dad, please, talk to me!" I yell, eyes brimming with unshed tears. The urgency in my pleas only seem to tighten his grip. Maybe he's cut through my skin at this point.

He lets go of me once the car door slam shut behind us, the engine roars to life and the car starts driving forward the roadway.

I look down at my wrist, the one he had been clutching so tightly all along. Tears prick at the corners as I gaze upon the raw, crimson marks his nails have etched into my tender flesh and it hurts. Maybe I can just wear bracelets to cover it tomorrow at school. I look up and blink a few times to stop those tears from flowing down. "Dad-"