"Worthless little shit!"Drew drunkly shouted as he threw yet another bottle at me. It nearly hit me as I ran through the hall and to the stairs. Like the klutz I was I ended up falling down the twelve stairs, twisting my ankle and busting my forehead in the process.
"Harold!" Drew screamed again, throwing another bottle down the stairs, it hitting the eights and shattering, sending small shards of glass to launch themselves into my skin. I scrambled up quickly, my brain wasn't working right. All that was going through my head was 'run run run run run'. So that's what I did. I ran as fast as I could. I ran out the door and into the dark night. My ears pressed flat against my head under my blue beanie. Did I mention I'm part cat yet? No? Oh. Well I am. Anyway, I ran-well, tried at least, my ankle held me back a bit. I ran into the streets, afraid that Drew was after me in a drunken rage. Which he probably wasn't. I'd gotten a good distance away from the house before I smacked into someone's chest. I was knocked to the ground, staring at the man from a sitting position.
"Oh goodness!" He exclaimed, crouching down to my level. "Are you okay, Kid? What on earth are you doing out here at this time of night?" He looked to be only twenty-one, though I myself am only eighteen. I opened and closed my mouth, trying to form coherent words, but nothing would come out. "A little shook up huh?" He said, reaching out to gently touch my face, only for a sharp gasp to come out of me.
"N-n..no. Stop. Hurts." I panted, my mouth not able to form sentences yet.
"Hurts? ..let me see.." He sat down next to me, a little too close for my liking. Up close I could see that he had bright blue eyes, his brown hair was feathery and he had a bit of stubble, like he hadn't shaved in a few days. He reached for his phone ad turned on the flash light, causing me to squint a bit, my eyes unadjusted to it's brightness. He looked at my cheeks closely, then my forehead. He gasped quietly as he pulled back his hand, my blood on his fingers. I could feel the brown remnants burning in my cheeks.
"What were you running from? We're you mugged? Come on, lets get you back to your house safely." He rambled. He grabbed my arm gently, trying to pull me up. My eyes widened and I pulled on his jumper sleeve, keeping him down.
"Please. Please. Please no! He-he..he'll hurt me again." I begged, unwanted tears stinging my eyes.
"Who..?" The strange man asked. This was so irrational! Was I about to pour my freaking heart out to a guy I didn't even know? I was acting like a five-year old! But..I was scared. I didn't want to go back to drew. He hurts me. He always gets drunk and hurts me.
"D-drew..he's..he..hurts me..don't make me go back please!" I shuddered, my eyes letting tears drip down my burning cheeks. The man pulled me into a hug and I yelped, surprised by his action but calmed by his soothing heartbeat. Drew never held me like this ever. He was also so cruel. The man rubbed my back soothingly and we stayed like that for a while.
"No..no Hun. I won't make you go back to someone who hurts you. You're to pretty to be treated poorly. I'm Louis. What's your name, babe?"
Did he just call me pretty? Louis. . I liked that name. Louis.
"N-no one has ever called me..nice names before. I'm Harry." I said slowly. Louis pulled back and smiled.
"C'mon, babe, lets get you back to my flat, yeah? Ill getcha all cleaned up and we can have a chat there, yeah?" I nodded eagerly. Maybe louis would want to keep me. I would be a good pet. Maybe if he Kept me he would be nice. Unlike the other people who owned me. Drew would be mad. I didn't care. I like Louis better than drew already. He stood up with me and we started to walk. I yelped when I had to put weight on my hurt ankle, and out of habit I shielded my face from being punched. Drew always did that when I yelped.
"What are you..did you hurt your foot?" He said softly. I nodded, lowering my arms and looked up at him. He crouched down and pulled up the pant leg of my sweats. My ankle was swollen and bruised, but not broken.
"What on earth were you running from.." I heard him mumble. He stood up and smiled sadly before he picked me up. I gasped sharply, grabbing onto the back of his jumper ad my legs wrapped around his waist.
"What are you doing?!" I gasped. He chuckled and started walking.
"Your ankle hurts. Don't want you walking on it too much." I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder, suddenly tired. Before I knew it we were at his flat.
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FanfictionWhen Harry runs away from his abusive home, he never thought a stranger on the street would turn his life around. Or that he would fall in love with him. But when things from Harrys past show up again to haunt him, it puts both boys in danger. He re...