He has my heart. L.s.

35

HARRY'S P.O.V

"So your Dad slaps you around?"

How could he possible know this?
No one beside Louis and Niall know the full affects of my Dad's beatings. How could this stanger know?

"How do you- Louis?" I ask looking up at him.
"How could you?" He seems to shrink into the background biting his thumbnail.

"Don't yell at him, listen I went through the same thing, I was where you re at. My Dad would beat me until I needed medical attention, then he'd lie.
Finally I went to the cops-"

"Okay so you went to the cops great for you. So what is this? A intervention? I'm not going to the police! If I do my Mum, sister, entire family would hate me!" I snap. Louis flinches at my tone.

"Harry, going to the police was the best thing I ever did! I thought the same things, but once I exposed my Dad my family didn't hate me, they only wished they saw it sooner."

"No-"

"Harry," Louis finally says something crossing the room. "I love you, you know that. You don't understand that it hurts me to see you come to school with bruises and scars. It hurts me to see you have to go through such pain, and knowing there is one thing I can do and you won't let me is a worst pain," he says now sitting on his knees his hands barely covering mine.

"I'm scared," I whisper.

"I know baby," he wraps his arms around me. "You have to do this. Expose the bastard please, I want the best for you and this is it."

Stan chews on his lip staring at us. I bury my face into his neck my tears slipping on to his skin. "Hey, don't cry." Louis wipes my eyes collecting the tears in his thumbs. "Remember I will always pull you out of the wreckage, I'm never letting you go."

I laugh sniffling. "Is that a song?"

"Yea, but I mean every word."

"What do you say?" He asks his hands resting on my jaw and neck. "At least think about it?"

"I have to, but I wanna wait."

"Okay baby," he kisses my forehead then my lips.

"Okay well I have a party to attend to so, I'll catch you guys later," Stan says exiting.

***

Through out the day Louis shows me places he visits when he comes here. Now we are to driving to a place he says that I'll just absolutely flip over.
Finally we arrive at building.

"Louis?"

"Sh, follow me.

He leads me into the back of the building going up a series of stairs, Fianlly we come to a door he opens it I walk out looking around, my breath catches in my throat. We are up so high, Louis grabs my hand leading me to the edge. My fingers are frozen, my nose too. It's freezing and it just began to snow. I look over the edge at the city, the fresh snow falling over the roads. The stars just beginning to peek out the city light below looking like little stars of their own.

My palms flatten out on the concrete wall, my mouth hanging open a little causing my hot breath visible in the cold air. I break into a smile sticking my tongue out trying to catch snowflakes.

I glance over at Louis to see he's on his phone taking pictures I assume. I don't even mind, I stop trying to catch snowflakes, I just stare at the ground as they fall hopelessly to the ground. So innocent and pure just to be run over and eventually melt. Not two single snowflakes the same. Just like people.

I take a deep breath blowing it out. I look at Louis smiling the fresh snow falling in his hair. I brush it out the pull him close kissing his frozen, thin lips.