Take Me To Church || Larry

08

Coming to terms with what had happened were difficult for Harry. It had been about four months since he was let out from the hospital, and he still got nightmares.

He still had the scar on his chest.

He always remembered what happened to him whenever he looked at his body.

The doctors say it was a miracle Harry lived, he lost so much blood and the cuts were so deep. They said Harry was a fighter though, and didn't give up until the end.

But,

The scars that wouldn't ever fade and the word written into his skin permanently. It had begun to drive him crazy.

Literally.

Finally Harry couldn't take it. He didn't know any other way to cover them, so he tattooed over them. It hurt like a bitch, but in the end you couldn't see the scar, which was the end goal.

Harry would get tattoos that reminded him of Louis. Things that represented him and Louis, and also would get tattoos that needed a match, so that when they were together again, Louis would get the matching one.

Harry now had just finished up his last week at Cambridge, and was now on winter holiday, and was driving to his next destination.

Harry had successfully been able to get his credit and debit cards, so he had plenty of money.

He bought himself a black Jeep and a small flat right in London, just like he and Louis talked about.

It was thankfully a Friday and Harry couldn't be more thrilled to be done with school.

Harry had pressed charges against Zayn and Liam and they got arrested for harassment and the physical abuse they caused him.

Harry didn't have the heart to say that his mother or the church also had a part in all of it. Though she was a bitch, she was still his mum and though he doesn't agree with the church and wants them all to pay, he is still loyal to his faith.

Harry believes that God and Jesus love all. God created man equal and that anyone gay was no exception to that rule. Jesus said 'love thy neighbor as thy self.' Harry still stayed true to his faith. Even in his darkest times of being abused, he prayed to some God above to keep him alive.

And he did.

Harry's GPS told him to get off at the next exit so Harry turned his blinker on and got off. He pulled into a parking spot and walked to the door.

He heard the buzz when the door opened and was immediately stopped by a correction officer.

"Can I help you?" His tone very dull and not at all authoritative.

"Uh yes visiting section please?" The officer pointed down the hall and Harry walked down.

He walked up to a desk and saw another officer.

"Hello, I am here to visit someone." The officer didn't even look up from her computer.

"Who are you visiting?"

Harry gave the name.

"Alright, wait here while I get someone to take you to the visiting room. In the meantime please take off any metal or sharp objects off and put it into the bucket."

Harry waited about 15 minutes before an officer came in and brought Harry to the visiting section where the other inmates were with their family members. The officer told Harry to wait for the person he was visiting to be brought in.