Chapter 25

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louis' pov.

fuck.fuck.fuck

I will kill him.

im carrying harry up the stairs and he feels lighter than usual and I can see the blood stains covering his body which just angers me more. how fucking dare he.

"Lou..can you help me" he looks towards the bath as I set him down lightly

I nod in response but honestly I don't know if ill be able to keep myself composed. he lifts up his shirt so I see a clearer view of the scratches and hickeys all over his torso

"come here" I demand and he walks slowly closer to me

I spin him around to examine him further that's when I see the little white scars covering his wrist.

"harry.." his face shows no emotion when I point to the scars. he broken I know it. he broke my harry. my life. my everything

"why?" I question feeling warm tears flow down my cheeks

"you" he states blankly but this time looks away from my eyes. no. what the hell did I do.

I decide not to push any further.

he pulls down his pants and his underwear and that's when I see the real damage. his ass is covered in red hand prints and there's the marking from ashton all over his hole.

I suck in a deep breath. harry walks closer to the tub and lowers himself slowly into it slightly wincing when he gets to the bottom.

I sit on the toilet and begin washing his chest.

"disgusting" I breath

harry bursts into tears " I knew you would think I was disgusting" he sobs

"no..no.. baby I was saying it was disgusting what he did to you. I would never call you disgusting"

"Lou" he looks up at me." im so sorry"

"for what" I laugh

"saying you raped me..be..because s\you didn't ashton did" he pleas

"shhh shh babe its okay I knew you didn't mean it" I begin to rub his head to sooth him because that's the only undamaged part of his body

the rest of his bath was in silence except for me whimpering everytime I saw something he did to him.

now we are spooning on the couch watching a scary movie.

and soon we both end up falling asleep this way.

{morning}

"haz...baby" louis poked harry slightly "wake up" he whispered

"ugh" harry groaned opening his eyes to see louis hovering over him

"hi" louis pulled a silly face and harry chuckled

"we have to go to the studio... you have like 5 minuets to get ready" louis look at his watch less hand

"you don't even have a watch on"

"oops" louis strutted to the front door to wait for harry and in about six minuets harry joined him and they drove off to the studio.

louis pov.

harry was close behind me as we walked through the large crowd of paparazzi and instinctively I grabbed his had which I quickly regretted

"louis are you cheating"

"harry what about ashton"

"Louis your gay?"

but eventually we made it safely into the building

I started to rub Harrys back but he soon flinched and the previous night made its way into my memory and my anger started to build up.

he's a dead man. harry opened the door to the dressing room but flinched and stood in shock. there he was. just sitting casually chatting with niall. but before I know it im on top of him punching repeatedly. I feel strong arms attempt to pull me up but I have a tighter grasp on ashton's face. but soon I am lifted by who feels like Liam.

"what the actual fuck louis?" niall screams but I look over at harry who is still stood there in shock and fear

"why the hell would you do that he's our mate?" this time Liam screamed

"the fuck he is" I spit

"louis I did nothing" ashton whispers trying to get them to pity him

"shut the fuck up you prick" harry yells with tears in his eyes "don't try for there pity you just a worthless piece of shit" he falls to his knees

"harry what do you mean he's a great guy" Liam states

"really would a great guy do this.." he lifts up the back of his shirt revealing the deep scratches

heyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so this will be the last short chapter I promise. I've decided im going to do a goal each time probably around 3,000 words but I don't know if ill be able to each time love you guyssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<3-love harryxoxlouis

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