Can't Change || Larry

0.10

Word Number : 1,195
Published : December 3, 2015

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March 7, 2016 2:58am

Stan gently places Louis in the bathtub and runs his hand as softly as he can over the open cuts. He sniffles as Louis blinks tiredly at him and giggles. The only sound is of the running water and Niall's cries as he cleans the blood off the tiled floor.

"Why'd you do it Lou?" They both wait for his reply, but he only shrugs with a smile on his face.

"Niall," the blond jerks his head up and waits. "Can you get Harry?" The blond immediately shakes his head and looks back at the ground.

"Harry?" Louis' croaky voice asks weakly as he stares at them both.

"Please Niall." Stan shakily breathes and runs his hand over the cuts on the boys belly. "This is important."

With a final reluctant sigh, the blond stands from the floor and exits the bathroom.

He pads down to the living room where Liam and Zayn are sat with Harry, looking at him quietly as he shakily sighs and bounces his legs.

He wouldn't even know what's going on if it wasn't for Stan showing up at his and Louis' house asking him where the older man was. He'd tiredly told him he was with Niall and that's when Stan had told him to get in the car. He'd only had time to grab his shoes before Stan was honking and shouting at him to hurry up.

The Irish lad stares at him before he clears his throat. "Stan wants you."

Harry takes a shuddered breath and stands from the armchair he was sat in. He nods shakily and stumbles his way to the bathroom where he holds in a sob as he looks at his boy.

"Lou," he croaks out and falls to his knees next to Stan. He reaches his hand out to pet at the boy's hair but Louis whines and throws his head back to avoid the touch.

"Don't touch him Styles," Stan hisses and gently sits Louis up again. "I've been informed and you aren't allowed to touch him."

"Liam," Louis whines and looks at the lad. "Liam."

"Get Liam and Zayn, if you will." Harry nods and trudges back to the living room where Liam is pressed against Zayn sniffling into the Bradford boys chest.

"Li," the brown eyed lad jerks up and looks at him with teary eyes. "Lou's asking for you." Liam nods and stands quickly gripping Zayn's hand and pulling him along behind Harry.

When they're back in the bathroom, Niall's there as well, gripping spare clothes in his hands. Liam stumbles over to where Louis and Stan are and reaches out to pet at Louis.

"Okay, I'm gonna get him to stand up, and then you're gonna carry him to whatever room Niall had him in alright?" Stan doesn't wait for an answer and just turns off the running water. He toes off his shoes and socks and steps into the bathtub, gently helping the man up.

Zayn grabs a towel from the towel rack and hands it to Liam so he can wrap the boy up and then pick him up. He carefully carries him to where Niall tells him to and they all follow behind.

They all quietly wait as Niall changes Louis out of his soaked briefs and into a new pair along with some sweatpants and a light blue shirt. The small man lies pliant and boneless on the bed not flinching at all as the blond changes him, just allowing himself to go to his happy place. His happy place with flowers and a blue sky and white fluffy clouds and a beautiful bright sun hitting his skin. He doesn't pay attention to anything going around him and only focuses on the pretty image in his head.

The rest of the lads are quiet as they observe as Louis eyes get glossier and heavier as he stares at the white ceiling. Niall is still next to him petting his head and running his fingers through his caramel locks, sniffling softly as to not disturb the boy.

The silence is broken when Zayn turns to Harry with a hard look in his eyes. The Bradford lad opens his mouth but closes it again and shakes his head softly

"How did you not notice Harry?" He finally asks. His fist is clenched around the material of his shirt and he's glaring at the curly haired man. "How didn't you notice the scars on his thighs? The burns?" His breathing getting heavier as his eyes water and he finally shouts, "How fucking dare you!" He's slowly approaching the younger lad still shouting as tears now spill from his eyes.

Harry stays where he's standing, allowing himself to be yelled at because in all honesty, he deserves it. How did he never notice the scars and burns? How didn't he notice his baby was in pain and hurting himself?

Did this same thing happen when he left to the motel? Did Louis hurt himself because he hurt him? Was this happening right under his nose at their home without him noticing? How didn't he see the burns and cuts? How?

"I-I don't know." He sobbed out as he allowed his body to collapse to the floor. He buried his face in his hands and cried. "I don't k-know!"

"Guys, there's many ways Louis has covered up before. Harry not noticing isn't his fault, Louis just covers up." Stan states quietly.

"But they've slept together Stan! They've had sex countless times and how doesn't he notice!" Liam blurts.

"We h-haven't had sex in a month." Harry sniffles. "And before when we did, it'd always be in a position where I wouldn't see him completely. Or the lights would be off o-or he'd tell me to do it from behind." He ignores the blush that's most likely spread on his face and looks down once again.

They don't say anything after that and just sit in silence, watching as Louis blinks up at the ceiling tiredly, his eyes glossy and tear tracks dried on his face.

"We should, let's let Harry try to talk to him." Niall shakes his head immediately once again and this time clings to Louis tightly. "Niall, it might get him to talk. He won't answer you, and he answers me, but he won't tell me much." Stan runs a hand through his hair tiredly. "Just give it a try."

A few minutes go by with Niall still clinging to the man on the bed, and they're about to leave it at that, when the blond finally grunts and places a kiss to Louis' head and slowly stands up from the bed.

A whine flows from Louis as the Irish lad gets up from the bed, but they just begin walking out of the room.

"I swear to any god out there Styles, if you mess this up, I will end you." Harry nods at Zayn and waits until they're out of the room before he gets up from the ground and walks toward the bed slowly and sits down.

The first thing that comes to mind is, "I'm sorry baby."