Harry's P.O.V
I could see there heads through the small glass pane in the toilet door, but it was a "misted" window, making there faces blurry.
I heard thud, followed by laughter and the sound of Louis crying.
I had to get in there and save my poor baby, he needed me and I needed him.
I through myself at the door, the others were occupied with Louis, leaving one small boy holding the door, so I easily pushed past him.
I ran to Louis, his bleeding head, black eye and nose bleed looked horrific.
I stroked his feathery hair gently, it was matted together with blood.
I could here the boys laughing and filming behind me, I waited for the perfect time, just when one was close enough.
And I punched him.
I hit him so hard that he collapsed to the ground, the others running out quickly.
I went back to Louis, his eyes fluttered open, I love his eyes.
"It's ok Louis, they've gone now, you're going to be ok," tears began to prick at my eyes and I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand to stop them from falling.
"Come on Louis, your coming home with me," I picked him up bridal style, being careful around the patches of blood. He winced as I picked him up, but let me carry him.
I lowered him down gently into my car and drove to my house, glancing at him all the time making sure he was ok.
I'd hit that boy pretty hard, but I didn't really care. He deserved it.
***
I laid Louis out on my bed, sitting down on the space next to him.
"Here, I better get you out of those clothes, you can wear mine, but they might be a bit big" I started to slip off his jumper. It was a red knit jumper, wasn't it too warm to be wearing one of these?
I pulled it over his head and looked down at his arms.
Scars.
Lots of them.
Why?
"Harry..." Louis whimpered still in pain, and pulled his jumper over his arms.
"Why Lou? Why didn't you tell me?" did Louis think he couldn't trust me? I just wanted to know why, he's perfect to me.
"I'm sorry Harry," Louis croaked out, with tears brimming in his eyes.
"Maybe we should talk about this later, you need cleaning up, ok?"
"Ok"
I walked into the bathroom and got a wet towel to clean Louis with.
I wiped away most of the dry blood, but he still looked pale and hurt.
"You should have a bath Lou,"
"Why?"
"Because I want to make sure your ok, I'm gonna come in with you,"
"What?!?"
"Yeah, I mean, I love you, and I won't judge you, just come in,"
***
I started stripping, till I was just stood in my boxers.
Louis just sat fully clothed, apart from the jumper I'd already removed.
"Come on Lou, please?"
He started to pull down his sweat pants, his thighs were just as covered in cuts as his arms.
We were both stood in just boxers, awkwardly looking at each other.
I quickly slipped them off and got in and Louis did the same.
