Who Would Have Known

Chapter 7

Harry's POV

I stormed down Louis' driveway, getting in my car, slamming the door. I had just been more vulnerable with Louis than I ever have been and I was shot down.

Turning my music up loud I yelled at the top of my lungs. I could feel a few tears falling down my cheeks, but wiped them. I would not cry over Louis.

I was disappointed seeing my dad's car in the driveway. I pulled in beside his car. I quietly entered the house, hoping that he was asleep.

"Harry," his voice came from the living room. I could already hear the slur in his voice as he said my name.

"Yeah," I croaked, clearing my throat. He staggered into the hallway, squinting his eyes to focus on my face. I bit my lip hoping he wouldn't notice my red eyes from crying.

"Were you crying?" A look of disgust came across his face and he came at me fast. He smacked me across the face before I could process moving out of the way.

"No," I held my burning face in my hand. He grabbed the back of my hair, pulling my head back. I winced as he punched me in the face.

"Men do not cry. Unless they're a faggot like you." He spit in my face, releasing my hair. "If I see you crying again, it will be worse."

He turned to walk back into the living room, leaving me to nurse my wounds. I ran upstairs, straight to the bathroom.

After starting the shower I looked into the mirror, wincing as I lightly pushed on the bruise that was already forming on my cheek. I took a quick shower, careful to avoid the bruises on my face. The back of my head was sore from my father pulling on my hair.

This was not the first time he had called me a faggot, normally it is an array of different names. Although it is the main name he chooses to call me, it still hurts every time he says it. My mother had been accepting of who I was, my father was not. She would try to keep him from beating me but it never worked.

I could feel tears forming in my eyes as I thought of my mother. What I would give to have her be here.

I got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. My phone rang as I pulled on my boxers. I answer the phone, grumbling a hello.

"Hey, is this Harry?" I heard a giggle from the other end.

"Yeah, what the fuck do you want?" I was not in the mood to talk to some giggly girl.

"Well, I remember what a great time we had about a month ago, and I was thinking about reliving it." I didn't remember who I slept with a month ago, nor do I know who I'm talking to, but I could use a distraction. That's all girls ever were to me, a distraction.

"Fine, what's your address?" I pulled on a pair of jeans and a black shirt. The girl told me she would text me it and I hung up. I know this is just a dumb idea but I can't be left alone with my thoughts tonight.

After putting her address in my phone I walked down the stairs and out the door as quietly as I could. Luckily my father was passed out on the couch.

I drove through a neighborhood of large houses, nearly mansion sized. Figured this was a rich girl. As I pulled up in her driveway I noticed it was the largest on the block. She must've seen me pull in because the door flew open before I could even knock.

The girl, a tall blonde, wore a lacey black slip. She slammed her lips against mine as I closed the door. I felt no emotion, no fire, not like with Louis.

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The light shone brightly through the windows as I opened my eyes. The girl had her arms wrapped around my torso, her head on my stomach. I felt confined as she clung to me in her sleep. I attempted to push her arms off of me without waking her up, but failed. She whined as she slowly woke up.