6. Beneath Your Beautiful.

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A/N: Hmmm...the comments on the last chapter got me to thinking that you will never like my plot twist i have coming in the next 3 chapters when something BIG is about to happen.

The dedication of this chapter goes to: MrsDirection10 for her comment. I'm not saying it's right but the idea she has isn't too bad. Especially, Charlie Caesar, girl you crack me up.

But, stay tuned for the big reveal coming soon!

Hehehe, keep up with the ideas, maybe someone will guess it and you never know if someone already did and i'm not saying a word. So, keep them coming!

Title inspired by the song, Beneath Your Beautiful by Labrinth feat. Emeli Sande

I decided to take this chapter on a different level and use different POV's then just Lou's...let us see how it goes. Tell me what you think about it!

~Hunter xx.

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Harry POV (SURPRISE?)

When I find out who the fuck took those photos, so help me God I will mess them up. I can’t believe anyone would want to expose someone with that? It makes me fucking sick. And even more, where was the principal when all of this happened? Where has he been all of this time when people were doing this to my Louis?

I just called Louis, mine, well I might as well since eventually he will become mine. I just don’t understand how people can be so pathetic and bully someone to cut themselves. I don’t even understand why they even started to bully him, what did he ever do to Keith? I want to know this so badly, I want to be able to put two and two together. I know Louis won’t tell me, it looks like I will have to go to the source of the problem itself.

Louis was fast asleep on my lap with his head nuzzled his head under my chin and I wasn’t in the mood of waking him up just yet. I watched as different he looked when he was asleep; he was a different person when he was asleep. He looked so peaceful and unharmed. Why can’t he be like this all of the time?

My eyes advert back to his exposed wrists and I start to wonder how long this has been going on. Some of the scars were faded while others were still healing and there was even a few that were hard to even spot. Could have been doing this for all of this teenage life? I really hope not, I don’t want to think that a young 13 year old boy cooped up in his room and doing this on a daily basis. I want to think that he was a happy 13 year old boy that smiled all of the time. But, I’m starting to think that what I want to think was true is just a dream; a dream that will never be true.

After quite some time of me thinking over ever possibility that think is true, Louis stirs awake from his sleep. He looks well rested and there are no bags under his eyes. My face falters from thinking of that.

He looks up to me and smiles. I smile back to him and he leans up and presses a soft kiss to my lips, “How was your nap?” I ask as he nuzzles back under my chin.

“Amazing, best I’ve had in a while.”

“Lou, when was the last time you got a good night’s sleep?”

“Never, if you live with my mother you will never have one.”

My eyebrow cocks in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“My mother doesn’t really like me; she hits me and brings home so many different men late at night. And she never likes to keep the noise down, if you know what I mean.”

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