Troubled Child (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 5 Harry's Story

HELLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOO! I am so excited to write chapter 5! I will MAKE SURE it's longer than the others! Also, if you have any ideas or plot twists for the story, be sure to comment them and I might add it in :)

Chapter 5:

Harry's POV

I sigh and shake out my curls as I look at the boy who is anxiously waiting for my story. I'm a bit hesitant to tell it though. He will only realize that I'm not worth the time and dump me back at that alley.

"I am currently 17 years old. At least, that's what I think. My mums name was Anne Styles. I never saw a picture of her so I really can't describe her. I like to imagine sometimes though. Imagine what she looked like or what features I could've gotten from her." I shake my head and snap out of my train of thought then focus on my story again.

"My father blamed me for her death. He said she would still be alive had it not been for me." I look to Louis and see his mouth open to speak but I cut him off. "No interruptions." I say softly then continue. "I don't know how I survived him. Especially as a baby. I guess he was okay back then. But when I was three, that's when the beatings started. Normally people don't remember events from that long ago. But it was very traumatic and I'm not one to forget those kinds of things. I was playing with my little blanket inside the warehouse my father kept me in when he came inside. He was drunk and angry. Back then I didn't know what he was like so I got up and toddled over to him only to get a punch in the face." I close my eyes and sigh shakily as the memories go to the forefront of my mind.

"He gave me my first scar that day... He kicked me and punched me then smashed his beer bottle against my back. When we went to the hospital he told the doctor I was trying to get to the beer and slipped, causing it all to fall on me. He always made up some excuse to hide who he really is. As I grew up, the beatings got worse. Instead of bruises, I got burns. And instead of cuts from a beer bottle, I got stabbed and whipped. As you saw, I have a bullet wound in my shoulder. I still have the bullet in me from when I got shot by him when I was 14." I reach a hand up and run my fingers over the wound on my shoulder as I continue to speak. "When I was 16, I got the worst beating I could ever imagine... It lasted for two hours. That was the day he burned the word Unwanted on my back." That part only came out as a whisper.

I look at Louis' face and see its blank. He's deep in thought. I can't help but wonder what he's thinking about. "My father left a few months ago. I was skinny, filthy, beaten, and alone. He hardly fed me and now I just eat people's left overs at some random diner." I say and run my fingers through my curls. "There's really not much else to explain... I don't know where my father is, but every night when I sleep I can hear his wicked laugh... I can see his evil and rage filled eyes. I can see the malicious smile he always had on his face when beating me... As if he got some sort of sick joy out of it." And that's my story. I finish it off then lean back against the wall and close my eyes.

I don't want to see Louis' face when he decides that I'm not worth the trouble.

All of a sudden, I feel my body being yanked forward and crashed into a hard chest with arms around me instantly, clutching on to me desperately. I feel something wet on my neck and my eyes widen.

He's.... Crying.

"You don't deserve any of that..." I hear him whisper. I stiffen immensely under his touch but find myself hugging him back. There's a part of my mind screaming to run away. Screaming that Louis will only hurt me. But there's another part that says enjoy it until the pain comes. That part is winning the internal battle.

"Why do you care..?" I whisper and pull away, biting my lip and giving him a towel to wipe his eyes. He lets out a strained chuckle and looks at me.

"I honestly don't know. I just know that you're broken. You're broken and lifeless and have been through more than any human being should ever go through. I just know that I want to be the one to put life into you and show you that not everyone in this world is bad." He says keeping his gaze locked with mine. I can't explain it, but it's almost as if I can hear the truth in his voice.

"Louis... I don't know where my father is. I'm broken, that part you got right. But you see, part of being broken is staying alone so you don't break everyone around you. I refuse to break you." That's the last thing I said to him. I walked out of the bathroom and out of the house. When I felt no one try and bring me back, I know Louis has come to his senses.

This is my life.

I'm broken. I've grown used to the fact.

I walk the cold and barren streets and look around. A lot of people chose to stay in due to the bitter cold winds. I can't say I blame them. I arrive in my warehouse then slump against the wall and for the first time in months, I let myself silently cry.

*HEYYYYYYYYY OMG THAT WAS SO HARD TO WRITE!!!$ THERE WILL BE MORE CHAPTERS I PROMISE! LARRY IS NOT OVER! I HAVE A PLAN IN MY HEAD FOR THEM SO DON'T WORRY! <3 *