Louis sat up at the sound of a knock. There stood his three best friends. Liam , Zayn, and Niall . Niall grinned and grabbed Louis' hand.
"Come on, lazy bones. We'll be late!" Niall dragged Louis to the car. He buckled up and just watched out the window as they drove. Louis never really liked parties but for once he just wanted to let loose. He didn't even pay attention to where they were going. Niall patted Louis shoulder.
"We're here, mate". Niall told Louis. All of them got out of the car. It was a huge house, covered in people. Just already looking at this party Louis was getting nervous. Finally Louis spoke up,
"Who's party is this anyway?" He questioned.
"This is Harry Styles party" LIam answered
Just the name sent chills down Louis spine. Something about it seemed...sexy. But all this thinking got interupted by Zayn.
"You should stay away from him Louis."Zayn said in a demanding way.
"Yeah he's trouble." Niall explained.
"Okay I will."Louis told all of them. He looked around trying to find something to drink. "Im gonna go get me something to drink lads." Louis passed the sweaty bodies dancing to the music and finally found a kitchen. He didn't feel like getting drunk tonight so he just grabbed a water bottle. Watching everyone dance to the music was entertaining. Some people could really throw it down, then the other people were flat out terrible.
As time passed by Louis saw his friends dissppear into the crowd. He kinda felt lonely. He started thinking. Why did they bring me here? Why did they leave him? Maybe just so they could have someone who was sober drive them home. Louis drank all his water and he went back to go get another bottle. As he turned around from the fridge a deep voice spoke up.
"Ah you're no fun" the raspy voice said. Louis finally looked up at the young man in front of him. He was tall, easily dwarfing Louis. He had emerald green eyes and dark curls swept to one side. His shoulders were broad and his hips narrow and Louis felt the hairs on his arm raise just from standing close to him. Louis had known he was gay for a long time so it was no surprise he was attracted to the man. Louis just looked away.
"Yeah, well, I'm not into parties." Louis took a sip of his water and almost dropped the bottle when he felt a pair of lips near his ear.
"Is that so, cutie?" It took every fiber in his being to keep from moaning at the deep seductive voice. Louis backed up a little to see the man's face again. But he smelled the alcohol that was on his breath. Louis knew what he wanted. Louis just pushed past him and made his way through the crowd of drunk people.
As Louis walked he suddenly felt a large hand squeeze his bum. He squeaked and turned. A rather large and older man was grinning drunkenly at him. The man pushed Louis against a wall so he was cornered.
"Aren't you the little faggot boy who cuts? Well I can make you feel real good." Louis shook his head and tried to squirm away. The man put his hand over Louis' mouth. "Hey now. I just wanna have some fun." Louis felt himself start to cry as the man unzipped his pants.
Suddenly the man was yanked away from Louis. He gasped and wiped away his tears. At his feet the guy from earlier was repeatedly punching the older man. One whisper tore through the crowd behind the two men. It was simple. It was a name. Harry Styles.
Louis gasped in horror as blood started to gush from various places on the older man's face. Another person began yanking on Harry's arms pulling him away from the fight. It was Niall. Louis reached out and helped him until Harry was standing up and the man was running out of the house. He was breathing heavy and his hands were clenched.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR!?" Louis screamed at him. He was angry for having to be rescued. For having to be protected. And by a complete stranger! Niall put a hand on Louis' arm to comfort him. Harry just chuckled and shook his head.
"I'd thought you'd be thankful that I saved you, you stupid fag." Harry spat the last word like it burned in his mouth. Louis stared at him for a moment. He felt the tears bubbling up but he stormed out of the house before he could start crying.
They weren't that far from his flat so Louis jogged home. The searing in his muscles from the exercise was a good distraction. He fumbled with the keys and his eyes burned. When he finally got in he ran to the bathroom and found the razor. He stared at it for a few moments. Then he began cutting his arm. One cut for each word that had been burned into his mind. You. Stupid. Fag.
Louis had no clue how long he had been sitting on the bathroom floor but it was around 2 am when he heard a knock on the door. He sighed and got up. When he opened the door he saw those green eyes he dreaded.
It was Harry.
"Hey there. I thought I'd come see how you were." His words were slurred and Louis could tell he was really drunk. Louis just wanted to be left alone at this point. Harry could help but see something red rolling down Louis' arm. Then he noticed. It was blood. Harry started acting serious now.
"Look I didn't mean to-" but he got cut off.
"Forget it. Just forget it. What do you want?" Louis asked. Harry looked down at the floor like a guilty little kid who took the last cookie.
"I wanted to apologize for those things I said. I have a reputation to protect and if anyone knew I was gay they'd kill me!" Harry looked back at Louis who wouldn't meet his gaze.
"Just leave Harry. Go. Leave me alone." Harry nodded and stumbled as he made his way to the door. Louis couldn't let him drive like that. He sighed and grabbed Harry's arm.
"I'm going to drive you home. You're too drunk." Harry furrowed his brow and tried to walk on his own.
"I'll be fine. It's just a buzz." Harry said, biting his lip in concentration. Louis just sighed and helped him out to the car and into the passenger seat. He slid into the driver's side and looked at Harry for the keys. He handed them over wordlessly and Louis started the car. They sat in silence as Louis drove them back to the large house where the party took place. Louis helped Harry into the house, up the stairs, and into the first bedroom when they arrived.
"Wait. You have to help me change." Harry said as Louis turned to leave. Louis just paused. He didn't know what to do. He sighed and helped Harry pull his t shirt off.
"You can do the rest yourself. I have work in the morning so I have to go." Louis lied about work so he could leave. Harry looked sad but nodded. Louis just sighed and made his way back through the house. In the kitchen he stopped. He felt bad for just leaving. He found a pen and a napkin and scribbled his number down and left it on the counter before heading home.
