Saved {ls}

Chapter 20

A/N: *insert stupid excuse for not writing here*

*Warning* Some harsh language is used in this chapter.

~Harry's POV~

I noticed Louis staring at me. He looked absolutely transfixed on my face. "Hey Lou," I said softly. "Hm? What?" He groggily replies. "The police want to come in for questioning today." I told him. His cerulean eyes widened immensely. "No," he responded sternly. "I can't talk about that. I won't."

"Do it for me."

He sighed exasperatedly and gave in, his shoulders slumping in defeat. I pulled him closer to me; he snuggled gratefully into my chest. When did my life go from fucked up to somewhat resembling normality? I guess it was Louis. He gave off such an energetic, happy vibe. He was so phenomenal at hiding his extreme insecurity. I mean.... If he would of never said anything about being overweight, I would've just assumed fast metabolism was in his genetics. In fact, I wish that was the case.

"Harry?...."

"Huh-what?"

My attention is pulled over to the officer standing in the door. "Do I have to leave?" I ask, giving the male a pleading look. He nodded. "Sorry son."

I have his a quick shake of my head, showing him I understood and sat outside the hospital room.

~Louis' POV~

(A/N: this is mostly just dialogue)

"Hi Louis. I'm officer Parsons. I'm gonna ask you some simple questions okay?"

"Yessir."

"Okay Louis can you describe the convict?"

"He was my father, supposedly. I believe him too.... He resembled me. He was about 6' 3" with piercing blue eyes. He needed a good shave and dark brown hair that was in need of a good trim."

I was proud of myself. I didn't get too choked up.

"Okay thank you. Can you give me the details of the rape?"

Goosebumps rose on my arms.

"I-I uh... I was in my room... I guess. This man decided to crawl through my, what I know now, large window. I think he hit me with something heavy. 'M not sure what. He took me away in this van... A Freestyle maybe? A Station-wagon? I don't know. Anyways I lost consciousness and woke up tied to a cold wooden chair stark naked, and petrified."

"Louis put it into detail for me... I need you to tell me how he touched you..."

"No."

"Louis. Please?"

"No! It fucking hurts! No! Go ask him! The little bastard! I hate him! I hate him!"

~Harry's POV~

(A/N sorry for all the switching)

"No!" I heard Louis wail, along with a string of cuss words. I abruptly stood up and rushed into the bedroom where Louis was in tears and screaming, "it hurts!"

He was kicking and sobbing so loudly, I'm almost positive everyone in the whole wing could hear him.

I ran over to him and enveloped his body into my arms. He was shaking like a leaf. "I-I don't-t want t-that man-n here. Tell h-him to leave-e," Louis shook with fright. "Sir can you please exit the room?" I asked politely. He nodded in sympathy and left peacefully.

"Okay Lou-Lou he's gone. Can you tell me what happened?"

"He wanted me to tell him about how... It happened."

"Louis you have to tell him that so he can help you."

"I don't need his fucking help! I don't need anyone's fucking help! I'm can fix myself! I'm perfectly fine on my damn own!"

"Louis we just want to help. We care about you and we love you."

"No... You don't... You'll just hurt me. Hurt me like every fucking else. Well ya know what?!?! I don't need that! I don't need you!"

"Babe... C'mere."

He was crying so hard and completely out breath from screaming at me. I slowly rocked Louis back as forth in my arms.

"I love you to the moon and back. I promise."

A/N: Hope you liked it! I know it's short! I'm not good with long stuff! I'm sorry!

~Morgan