Stalker ( L.S. ) [ON HOLD]

That's fucked up.

Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate!

Sorry that I'm a bit late. But I am working on an official playlist so :P

Please enjoy this chapter and the next few after that.

This gets a little sad, and a bit of a look into Harry's past.

Mood: Stone - Alessia Cara

{Word goal: 800 words

Goal met: 1115 words}

Louis' P.O.V. (YAY! Finally!)

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of screaming. Not the kind of screaming that you hear when kids are laughing so hard that they scream, but one out of pure terror. I got up and ran into the living room. Harry was still asleep but he was screaming and crying.

"Harry! Harry, Wake up!" I shook him as I kneeled down next to him. He jumped awake still screaming and sobbing. "Sh, sh, baby it's okay. It's just me. It's just Louis. It's okay."

He threw his arms around me and sobbed against my chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close, kissing into his hair.

"It was only a bad dream, love. It's okay. If you want you can sleep with me in the bed." I told him while rubbing his back. Harry nodded his head against my shoulder. We both stood up holding each other close.

"I'm sorry for being such a burden on you." Harry murmured. I stopped in my tracks and turned to look him in the eyes.

"Harry, you are not a burden. You are the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. I would never consider you a burden. I care about you so much, sometimes maybe too much." I chuckled, "You are so precious to me. If I could, I would hold you close everyday for the rest of my life."

"Louis... I dreamt about my father. He treated me so badly. I don't even know why he did. Just one day he came home and started beating the living shit out of me. He wouldn't stop. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong. But worst of all, he was sober. He had complete comprehension of what he was doing. He knew he was going to kill me. I think that's what he wanted. I remember it so clearly, almost as if it happened only a few minutes ago. But instead it's been years..." Harry said, face full of confusion and tears slowly rolling down his face.

"You don't have to explain anything to me Harry, you don't have to-" He cut me off, holding his hand against my mouth.

"I want to.." Harry said, pulling me into my room and peeling off his shirt and pants, leaving him only in boxers. He crawled underneath the covers and patted the spot next to him. I crawled in next to him, laying on my side to face him. He continued to tell me about his past with his eyes closed as if he was going through the memory of it over and over again in his head, remembering every detail.

"It was about a week after my 15th birthday, my father came storming into the house slamming the door behind him. He barged into the kitchen and once he saw me he pointed to me and shouted, 'You! You stupid little piece of shit. I'm going to fucking kill you. Why the fuck would you be so stupid? I can't believe that you could do something so repulsive! You disgust me you little cocksucker.' Then he started hitting me in anyway possible. He kicked me, punched me, slapped me, yanked my hair, knocked my head against the wall, amongst worse things." He sighed.

"Then Gemma, my sister, came running into the kitchen when she heard all the shouting. My father then said 'Go away Gemma, this doesn't concern you.' And then she tried to pull him off me, it was the worst thing I had ever witnessed. My father turned around and shoved her so hard that when her head smacked against the wall, she got an a coma on impact and a fracture in her skull, she ended up in the hospital for 5 and 1/2 months." I blinked back the tears that were forming in my eyes.

"He turned back to me and grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, as he sneered at me. He opened it and forced it against my lips. I tried to keep my mouth shut but then he held my nose shut until I was gasping for air. He shoved the bottle into my throat the liquid burning my throat. I started chocking because I couldn't breath. I ended up inhaling beer into my lungs." He took a deep breath and opened his eyes before he continued, "My neighbors had heard all the screaming and called the police. The police came into my house while my father was raping me. I ended up in the hospital for 3 months and intense psychotherapy for 6 months. It took 9 months of my life for me to even partially recover. I know that I will never fully recover, I will always be traumatized from what happened that night. I remember it all clearly. How I lost my fucking virginity to my father. I still consider myself a virgin because it was taken away from me by force." Harry growled out, clenching his fists.

"I will never forgive him. He was put in prison with a sentence of 5 years. Only 5 fucking years. He endangered the life of both of his children, gave his daughter a fractured skull and a coma, raped his son after beating the living shit out of him and forcing him to drink a bottle of beer. Apparently that only gets him a 5 year sentence. That's fucked up. That's pretty much attempted murder to me. That's what I was dreaming about, more like remembering. My father has tired contacting me, he's sent letters but I only throw them away. I don't want to know what he has to say. He doesn't deserve to have me lend my ear to his selfish needs. He'll be getting out 2 weeks after my 20th birthday. He'll try and find me and that's what scares me the most." Harry sobbed against my chest, I pulled him close and rubbed his back again.

"It's okay love, I won't let anyone lay a finger on you. It'll all be okay." I combed my fingers through his hair as he turned over, so we were in a spooning position.

"I trust you." Harry murmured as we both dozed off into a peaceful sleep and I held him a little closer.