Troubled Child (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 9

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Chapter 9:

Harry's POV

The car ride was silent. For once though, it wasn't awkward or tense. It was a nice actually comfortable silence. I feel safer than I've ever felt before in my entire life. My father is gone, and Louis swore not to hurt me.

That's all I can ask for.

Yes I know my scars won't go away and I probably won't be comfortable with anyone else but Louis for a very very very long time, but that's okay. Baby steps. Baby steps.

I guess I'm still confused though. Why would he love me? I'm just that broken boy with scars covering his skin that also lives in a warehouse. No one wants a broken boy.

"Harry Styles. Never ever say that about yourself. Got it? I love you more than you realize. You are it for me. There's no life for me without you in it. Get that through that curly head of yours and stop putting yourself down. It breaks my heart." I sigh and look at Louis. I guess I was speaking out loud.

Whoops.

"I'm sorry Louis. It's just how I was raised to think. I didn't mean anything by it I promise." I assure him and let our fingers tangle together while he drives. The smile on his face shows that he forgives me and I can't help but bring his hand to my lips and press a chaste kiss to the back of it.

"I love you Harry." He says, pulling into the driveway. A smile crosses my face then vanishes. I'm still not used to smiling.

"I love you too Louis." I whisper then look back out the window. Soon enough, we pull up to an all too familiar home.

"Welcome home babe." I hear him say. He gets out of the car and before I can even think to do so, he's at my side opening my door for me.

Slowly, I climb out and grab his hand, inhaling and exhaling deeply.

Yeah you could say I'm a bit on the nervous side.

Slowly we go inside the large house with Louis closing the door silently.

He grabs my hand and starts stroking small circles on the back of it. My body physically relaxes. Wow I forgot I was tense in the first place. I'm still tense, but Louis can relax me to the point where I'm not in danger of hurting myself because of it. I hear a squeal and my head instantly snaps to that direction only to find one of Louis' sisters wearing monkey pajama bottoms and a white tank top with her hair in a messy bun.

"LOUIS!!!!!!" The little girl screams then launches herself at Louis. He topples over and since our hands are joined, I go with him landing on the ground with a painful thump. It's more painful than usual because I'm still a bit sore from the fight with my dad.

A groan escapes my lips, causing Louis' head to snap to my own. I look over at him and see he has both arms wrapped tightly around his sister. His gaze went from a love filled one towards his sister, to a concern one towards me in an instant.

How does he do that?

"Haz... Oh god are you okay?" He asks, quickly scrambling up and checking me for injuries. All this while, his sister who's name I have yet to learn is nuzzled on his hip with her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. A wide and innocent smile is currently plastered on her happy face.