Letting You In

Part 24- *Reaquainted Part 1*

Harry's POV-

As I looked up, I stared at the face in front of me. My voice stumbled as I attempted to make the word, "Dad?" He came towards me. Was this a dream? I hugged him. He didn't seem fake.
Louis' POV
I felt my mouth hit the floor. Wasn't Harry's dad dead? 'No Louis, I mentally punished myself, Then he wouldn't be here.'
"Harry i-" I started to question, before Harry interrupted me-
"Lou, just wait."
"But-" I started back. Indecating I didn't want to be left alone.
"Just go outside and wait!" He shouted back. His voice saying not to question him as I slowly made my way out the door. Leaving them to get reacquainted.
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Harry's POV-
"So who was that?" I heard my dads booming voice question. "Is he a new friend? I told you you'd make new friends there!" My next statement seeming to wipe the proud smile he had on his face off.
"He is my boyfriend." I heard myself mumble.
"What?" Came his booming reply. "I thought you were straight!"
"I'm bi. Gemma is lesbian." I fought back.
"I dont care what Gemma is. She obeys me. You apparently need to learn your lesson." He pulled for the nearest wooden stick he could find. I ducked as he began to beat it over my body multiple times.
Just as I could feel my body losing consciousness, and I was losing balance I felt a pair of arms around my waist.
I slightly turned my face to look at who rescuing me from my current fate. As I turned toward the figure, I could barely make out Louis' comforting face pulling me to safety. Lou was rescuing
me. After all my yelling and shutting him out, my boyfriend was pulling me to safety. Away from the firm grasp of my homophobic father.
I don't know what it is, but Louis always makes me feel safe. No matter how bad the situation is, when I'm with him I don't feel as threatened.
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Louis POV
I couldn't bare to see my Hazza in the condition he was in. And to think he would speak so highly of his father who was currently beating him numb.
We came here to find out who hurt Harry's family. Not to have his dad disappoint the both of us.
But this made me wonder, if Harry's dad was alive, did that mean his mother was too? It was a very slim shiver of hope since Harry saw his mother fall to the floor. Where as his father was just on TV, but was it strong enough to try?
I was about to tell Harry about the point I had come across, when I felt him becoming weaker in my arms. I could barely carry him on, considering my own injuries were still recovering from when Zayn had hit me.
Soon I felt him shaking and before I knew it, he had collapsed to the ground.
I knelt to the ground beside him and started to cradle his body in my arms whispering things like "Hazz, please come back to me," and "wake up" knowing they wouldn't do anything but give me one last sliver of hope that everthing would be okay. He didn't respond.
I started to let go of that hope, just as I could feel myself losing control. I was becoming tired. As I lost all consciousness, I pulled Harry's body next to mine. I was his only support. And he was mine.
Then I started to drift off into a deep sleep.

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Still Louis' POV
(An hour and 15 minutes later)
As I awoke and stretched my arms with a little yawn, I realized I was no longer in my comfy bed next to Harry. That wasn't what surprised me most, though. No longer on the side walk I seemed to doze off on I found myself wandering around to find out just where the hell I was. And just what they planned to do with me, or Harry.
As I stumbled into the next room I found a dark curtain draining out all light and hope of finding away out. Realizing, seconds later seeing the toilet, that I was just in the bathroom, I found myself turning around. About to find what adventures the next room held for me, I came to a screeching halt as I felt a figure stumble into me.
Looking up, I saw a women carrying Harry. "Harry!" I said, overjoyed to find his face again. The woman also looked kind of familiar...
"Hi Lou," Harry replied weakily. I hugged him for a short second before remembering where I was.
"Um thank you for saving my boyfriend," I started as she nodded in response. I drew a breath and continued, "but who are you? And where are we?"
Before I could object, she gave me a warm smile and despite her reply handed me a cup tea or coffee.
"We need to talk," was what she had said before leading me into my next adventure.
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Thoughts?