With or Without you. (A Larry Fanfiction.)

Chapter 15

Warnings: Strong language, violence but also fluff

Louis' piercing suddenly very cold blue eyes were narrowing as he let them travel over the scene in front of him. Will, who was lightly sweating with his hand raised high and a whimpering Harry, who was gently rocking forward and whose eyes stared deeply into Louis'.

What was happening?

''What is going on?'', he huffed out, running a hand through his hair and swallowed harshly.

He was kind of used to chaos and trouble due to his little sisters from home and he was good at solving problems they had. But their conflicts were about stealing each other barbies. This, now was a way more serious situation.

''Can you explain me why he is whimpering in a corner? Crying?''

Louis' jaw clenched tightly. His belly suddenly felt sick with disgust for the man that stood in front of him. Will looked dumbfounded for only one second.

He was straightening up, a soft very fake smile was tugging on the corner of his lips that made him look frightening, like a mad man.

That's what he was, after all.

''Oh, Harry?'' He was turning his gaze towards the crying boy who stared down at his long feet, body shaking, ''he fell.. clumsy litle boy, isn't he?'' He licked his lips, wetting them and hummed quietly.

''Now, I do not see how this could be of any matter to you?''

Will flicked a cocky eyebrow up and hummed quietly, flattening his hand out over his bare chest.

Louis was fuming. He could clearly tell that Harry did not fall. Even if he was clumsy (It was one of the many little things that Louis loved about him), he wouldn't be a crying and shaking mess. Louis quickly rushed over towards him, getting embraced by a waiting Harry who made grabby hands at him.

''I should've stayed with you,'' Louis rushed out and hugged the boy to his chest causing him to sob out quietly and shake his head, ''n-no I should be able to take care of myself, right? I-I'm not good enough for you..''

He was settling for abusive love.

Harry couldn't even describe what was going on inside him. He did not know how he felt.

Ridiculous?

He made a fool out of himself with trusting Will again. But maybe it was a sign that this was what he was meant for. To be with Will.

Harry suddenly felt very sleepy. He just wanted to lay down, close his eyes and wake up to a life that made him unhappy. But then again, it was okay because he was going numb.

''What did he do to you, oh god. My precious boy..'' Louis whispered in Harry's eyes, stroking over the boys curls and pressed a kiss to his hair.

''What are you doing? Who the hell are you,even?'' Will snarled, dark eyes narrowed dangerously as he stared at the couple. What a stranger was this to stroll into their room, interrupting them.

Louis jawline tightened the second Will spoke again.

''I'll be right back,'' he cooed at Harry before he stood up, growling quietly and turned to the monster of a man that was hurting his boy.

Louis wasn't a man of violence. He always tried to solve problems with talking. He clenched his fists by the side of his waist and took a deep breath. Louis wouldn't hit Will. Not in front of Harry. Because if he hits, Harry would be afraid of Louis, too.

''You better listen up now, boy.'' Louis spoke dangerously calm, causing Will to raise his chin a tad higher.

''My name is Louis William Tomlinson. And I won't let this happen ever again. Don't you see what you made out of a bright giggling Harry?'' He spat out, referring to a shaking Harry whose eyes were dazed over with emptiness. He was lost.