Once Upon A Coffee Shop *Larry Stylinson AU*

Breaking Apart - Harry's POV

***Harry's POV***

When I woke up, it was light outside. The window let the soft morning light enter my room. I was locked in its trance. The glow captivated me. I loved it.

A pounding on my door brought me back to reality. It was my father, I knew it. He was chanting my name and breaking down my door. I walked over and opened it so it wouldn't break.

"Yes dad?" I said quietly, head bowed.

"To the den, Harry. Now!" I quietly walked past him to the den. I knew what I was in for. I always got beaten, even if I'd done nothing wrong. Well, I always seemed to do wrong in dad's eyes. He'd never really liked or thought of me as a son, but ever since I came out he seemed to hate me more, so the beatings began, but I was gay, that was a part of me now, I couldn't help it. Nobody really knew about this part of my life except my closest friends.

He met me with firey eyes and clenched fists. "Where were you last night?" He demanded. There was no use in lying to him, he knew I wasn't home or at the coffee shop.

"I w-was at a f-friend's," I said as calmly as I could. My lip quivered, knowing what I was in for. I watched as his fist lunged for my face, as it collided with my nose. Immediately, I tasted my slick metalicy blood. Dad smirked, the injury giving him satisfaction. I was sickened, but stood there, waiting for the next blow. And it came, time and time again. To my face, my arms, my back, my stomach, my legs. All good memories vanished. I was in the moment. I lived for then.

Then, when I didn't think it could get much worse, he took off his belt and started whipping me with it. I'd only been whipped a handful of times, but the whip was really the worst. I could be beaten, I could be jumped, I was used to those things. I could tolerate that. But I couldn't be whipped. I just couldn't do that. But I had to. For 43 minutes, I heard his belt wiz through the air. For 43 minutes, I felt the belt collide with my back. For 43 minutes, I stood there in agonizing pain. Then I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was back in my bedroom. I wanted to get up and move, but I couldn't. I physically couldn't. I reached for my phone to call one of my friends. While I was scrolling through my contacts, Lian, Ken, mum and Gemma, I remembered about Louis's number. I tried to find it in my pocket but couldn't. It must still be at the coffee shop. I smacked myself in the face. I'm an idiot.

I texted Lian, even though she was at a football game. Then I texted Ken, maybe she'd come by to see me. They were really my only friends, but I didn't get to see them much. I'm a year ahead of them in school, so we have different lunch periods. I usually eat alone.

I stood up and painfully stretched. That's when I noticed a new bruise on my shoulder. Dad must've punched me after I blacked out. He really had a terrible temper. I groaned and sat back down on my bed. When my phone vibrated, I flinched a little. I'd forgotten it could do that. I cautiously looked at the caller ID. It was Ken. I picked up the phone and answered it.