Polite//l.s

Thirty Four

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"No, like he's really worrying me," I heard Louis' muffled voice from the other side of the bedroom door, "He's seriously going through withdrawal and he doesn't even know it,"

"He's shaking and he's having cold sweats and he can't sleep very well," he sounded rushed and panicked, so I got up from the bed and began walking towards the door, "Yes, I'm trying to help. I'm making him feel comfortable and I'm staying with him,"

I stopped moving. Were they talking about me? Withdrawal? From what?

"No we haven't slept together," he huffed, "We haven't even done anything like that since that time he passed out,"

I let out a silent gasp. Who does he think he is? He promised me he hadn't told anyone about what we were doing.

"Gemma, please." He sounded agitated, "I'm fucking trying okay?"

How did he muster up the audacity to speak with my sister about our sex life?

"Well, I'm sorry, why don't you fly down here yourself and coddle him? Since you obviously know how to handle this situation properly," he let out a frustrated breathe again.

"That won't be necessary." I cracked open the door, "I'm going to be leaving,"

"What?" He whipped his head around and nearly dropped his phone, "Harry, baby, we have another week," his tone softened considerably when he spoke to me.

"You can stay another week if you prefer," I kept my voice as neutral as I could, "but considering the fact that I'm such a burden to you, I might as well leave and let you enjoy your stay. You might as well invite Gemma over as well so you two can chat about our sex life over some tea."

"Harry-"

"No, Louis! Stop," I covered my face, not liking this new emotion that stirred in my chest. "I-I'm so angry!" I yelled and turned, hearing Louis mutter a quick goodbye to my sister before following after me.

"What's wrong baby?"

"Is there something wrong with me? I'm not an idiot! You and Gemma are keeping something from me! What was this? All just a big ploy to make me go crazy? Did you want to royally piss me off? Because it worked!" I knew I wasn't speaking I proper English, and it just made me more upset.

"Harry please," he slipped his hands into mine, but I retracted away from his grasp.

"You lied to me! You told me you wouldn't talk to anyone about that because you know how uncomfortable it makes me!" You promised me!"

"And Hitler promised not to invade Czechoslovakia, but he did! I'm sorry alright!"

"Don't start a sentence with a conjunction!" I fought against him as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, hitting his chest weakly.

"I think we need to talk," he only tightened his grip on me until my fists were pressed between our chests and I couldn't continue my assault.

"No! I don't want to talk! Let go of me!" I struggled fruitlessly against him as he lifted me off the ground so I couldn't stop him from throwing me on the bed.

"Listen," he pinned me down before I could get up and leave, "Harry! Listen to me!" He yelled, making me freeze.

I didn't want him to be mad at me. I'm supposed to be mad at him. He's supposed to be sorry.

"Can I let you up now? Or are you going to try to run away?"

I just huffed in reply and let Louis get off me. He still looked like he was about to jump on me again as I sat up, but relaxed after I leaned against the headboard and got comfortable. "What do you want?" I asked, sounding ruder than I meant to, "Sorry," I muttered afterwards, hoping he would forgive me for my tone. And my attitude. And my life. And my tendencies to think in incomplete sentences. And being hypocritical by yelling at him not to start a sentence with a conjunction, then mentally starting an entire paragraph with the same conjunction.

"Harry," he scooted closer to me so he was sitting cross-legged in between my legs. "Can I explain some things to you?"

I nodded ad let him run his hands up and down my outstretched calves. Only because I thought it would help him be able to speak better, not because I liked it. Not at all.

"Me and Gemma decided it would be best to bring you here to get you away from the, erm, influences that you have at home," he started, a pang of anger hit my chest at the idea of hukbNf Gemma talking about me. I don't want them to talk at all.

"This is going to be hard to swallow, but your dad, he's been putting stuff in your food to keep you at home," he pulled me by my ankles so i was nearly straddling him, "and you're a addicted to it pretty bad so whenever you're not home, you get really tired and kind mean," he laughed a little bit, "I don't know if that's just your attitude or the withdrawal, but you've been kinda," he trailed off as I moved up do I could actually straddle him.

"Why would he do that?" Father only wants what's best for me. He only wants me to succeed.

"He wants to control you, without you knowing you're being controlled." He rubbed up and down my thighs, "Do you want me to tell you about the doctors visits? Or do you want to wait until another time?"

"Tell me," I rested my head against his chest as I waited for him to speak.

"Gemma told me that they just took something from you," he started, a little shaky, "She said she doesn't know how, but they just took away your sex drive and your attitude so you couldn't be anything but perfect," he wrapped his arms around me, "That's just really fucked up,"

"I still have a sex drive," I wrapped my fingers around his shirt as I replied, "and you seem to think I have an attitude. You think I'm mean,"

"No, baby, you're not mean," he kissed the top of my head, "You're perfect."

"If they took something from me, I'm not perfect." I looked up at him, "I'm incomplete,"

He had tears in his eyes and his voice was a tad wet as he replied, "Do you want to find out what's wrong with you?" He rubbed my arms, "I can find a doctor here that's not affiliated with your father at all."

"Okay," I leaned back against his chest, "Don't use any of the Hospital Community, the Saint Mary Regional Hospital, the  Medical Community Center, the IU health center, the-"

"Harry," Louis laughed into my hair, "How about you just pick a hospital? Yeah?"

"Okay," I pushed him down so he was laying, "I think I just need a moment to take all this in," it wasn't confusing, it's just that, how could I trust Louis' word over my father's? Father wouldn't do something horrible to his own child. And Louis' lied to me before...

Louis is very trustful and Gemma agrees with him.

"Can we do something else for a while," I shifted my hips against his and started undoing his belt.

"R-really," he rested his hands on my waist.

It made me smile that I wasn't the one stuttering for once.

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Short short short short.

I hate myself hahhhaahahaahhhaahhahahahaha.

I'm going to try to end this in two chapters but idk how that'll work so bye Felecia.