Hidden Through Windows (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1 - Windows.

Heeeeellloooooooo! Well welcome to this new story. This is written by me and my bitch @Gabbiebutcatstho. Well yeah we hope you like this story!

Harry POV

“You worthless piece of shit. Don’t pull that emotional crap. GET BACK DOWN HERE AND BE A MAN” I winced at his words. I have to remember not to let them hurt me. You know the whole ‘Words will be just words till you bring them to life?’ Not that, that has anything to do with right now. But the things you do to stop yourself crying.

I slam my door and jump down on my bed. Why did mum have to leave me. Why does she have to keep me holding onto false hope of her returning. Why do I have to have an abusive step dad, and why does he keep me locked in this house apart from school.

I am tired of being the loser at school because I am covered head to toe hiding the remains of his beatings. I just want out. I am a teenager and nearly of the age where I can legally leave. But dad has people watching me at school I just don’t have the chance to escape. The chance to live.

My room was dark. A little to dark for my liking. I decided it was time to open the curtain for once. Maybe the window too because the must was getting a little hard to deal with. I opened the curtains and stared out over the garden to the house next door. A new family moved in yesterday because I heard the moving truck and got a glimpse of some people while running to the car.

Just as I looked up I saw a boy. A boy with brown hair and blue eyes staring back at me. My heart leaped because I didn’t have a scarf or jumper on I was all out. He could probably see my bruises. I quickly jumped back shutting the curtains in the process. What have I done.

Louis POV

"Louis Hun, can you grab that last box I kinda have my hands full" my mum looks over to me with each of my twin sisters phoebe and daisy on either side of her hip clinging to her waist. I chuckled at the sight and picked up the last box which sounded as if it had some books in it.

 As I turn on my heel to retreat to my new home I start to scan my eyes over the sight of the new home when my eyes flicker to my left to an open window on the second floor of the house next to ours As I squint in to get a better look of who our new neighbour might be I see a mop of chocolate coloured curls duck and the torn curtains jerk closed.

 I raise my right eyebrow at the sight, and do a mental shrug as I continue to carry the assumed books into our new house or should I more say 'home'. "Right there louis, thanks love" my mum says prying the twin girls off her legs. I set down the last books as mom goes to pay the truck rental men, I walk up the stairs observing all the new surroundings. As I step into the threshold of my room I see my bed and my dressers set up along with multiple cardboard boxes.

 I look around the walls are painted a deep blue the floors a simple wood panelling and 2 windows one of which I can't stop directing my attention to. I give in to myself after a debate in my mind to let my curiosity get the best of me as I stepped forward to the white panelled window, with traces of dust lining it as I look further than that to a certain mirroring window across from mine a little worn and a bit smaller but it wasn't the size of the window that interested me nor the clean state of it but what's behind that curtain.