Maybe He Gives Me More

I love you, so why do you do this to me!?

                     Louis's POV
      Harry's words rung in my ears like a gunshot . As soon as he said them, I dragged him back so I could take care of him at my house.
     I laid Harry on my couch and sat at the bottom of his feet. His eyes were closed and for the first time I saw Harry's face relax. His veins ran a deep blue and his eyebrows for once weren't furrowed. I was at peace.
      Even though he got drunk, I wasn't mad anymore. I wanted to be there. With him. I didn't feel like a puppy dog anymore, I knew I was wanted as well. I heard my phone ring but I knew I couldn't wake Harry, his head was going to be pounding.
      Usually, my parent's were very strict with who I brought into house but after the incident with my step-father it was like nothing I did mattered. I did whatever I wanted when I wanted and I got a taste of what Harry's life must be like. Realistically I realized that there's just no way Harry had parent's who cared too much, because otherwise he probably would've never picked up prostitution. The word still felt funny coming out of my mouth.m or running through my mind.
       A light knock was at the door and I quickly got up to answer so the noise wouldn't wake Harry. I swung the door open and saw Zayn, a bruise still healing on his left eye from Ashton. We hadn't talked since that day, I wasn't sure why he would want to.
         "I'm sorry, Lou-" I interrupted his apology immediately, and shushed him pointing to the couch. Zayn peeked his head in and when his eyes locked in on Harry's face I saw his blood run cold.
       "You have the fucking slut on your couch?" Zayn yelled. I watched Harry stir and rub his eyes at the sudden noise. Zayn pushed through me and stomped over in front of Harry, who was still trying to process what was happening.
      "Is this why you've been ignoring me? This cock sucking cum dumpster of a boytoy?" I saw Harry flinch. Without a word or any more reaction Harry picked up his phone from off of the table and rose from the couch.
       Averting his eyes to the floor he maneuvered around the living room and stopped with his hand on the door. He looked exactly how he did the last time Zayn went off on him. "Louis, I should go." His voice was no longer cheerful. I felt tears coming to my eyes and I knew I must've looked ridiculous.
     "Please stay Harry. Don't leave me." I whined, covering my mouth with my hand. His eyes were glossed over with no emotion and with that I knew he was already gone. I went to move toward him and before I could Harry set a hand on my shoulder keeping me from getting closer, and just like that, with a turn of a door knob he disappeared.
                   Harry's POV
    I wanted to punch Zayn in the mouth but I knew better than to let personal feelings come into play. Last time I did that, I nearly killed someone, and the last thing I needed was another waste of time law suit. If I couldn't clear things with Zayn, then I knew I needed to at least try and talk with Luke. I needed my boundaries to be clear.
      I was running out of people that would put up with me, and after me just stranding Louis I would need anyone I could get. It was a dick move, and I knew it, but if Zayn continued to spit on me I would've lost control. I refused to let Louis see that. I couldn't ruin him. Not like I did with Niall.
      I started my car that Louis had driven here and floored the gas all I could to get to Luke's as soon as possible. I didn't exactly have a plan, but I knew I needed to do something.
    Within a short five minute drive I found myself pulling into the all too familiar rock driveway. I didn't bother knocking and unlocked their door using the 'hidden' spare key. "Luke?" I shouted.
   "In here." His voice was calm, and placid. I walked into the dining room and sat myself in one of the chairs. Ashton was sitting on Luke's lap, his head laying on his shoulder.
     A smile grew on Luke's unshaven face, "I have to say, I'm surprised you came back after earlier today." I could smell the whiskey from here. A drunk Luke, was always a violent Luke. It didn't matter the time, place, or day; once Luke had a drink in his hand his usual violence turned lethal.
      I treaded carefully, "I wanted to apologize. But also tell you I can't fuck people for money." Luke patted Ashton on the thigh gesturing for him to get off so Luke could stand. Stumbling, he arose from the seat and crossed over to me.
      "Harry, baby, I don't give a fucking shit. You do what I tell you or I'll beat you until you do." His words were so slurred it was hard to make out anything he was saying. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking, but only just getting off of my own intoxication something in me felt daring. "Do it." I sneered.
     Without any bit of warning Luke picked up my body and once again shoved me into a wall, apparently, this had become his signature move. He fit in two swift punches into my jaw and I felt myself go numb. I deserved this. I was a no good slut. Not even my own pimp wanted me anymore.
      The taste of blood flooded my mouth punch after punch and my vision blurred. I wanted him to kill me. At least that was something I could be good at. "Luke, fucking stop. You're being too harsh." Ashton was yelling this, and it didn't seem to phase him in the slightest, until he said the words, "If you don't stop, I'll leave you."
Luke's hands flew off of me within seconds. His head cocked and Ashton cowered, as if to try and make himself smaller. He roughly grabbed Ashton by the collar of his t-shirt and threw him to the floor with a swift kick to the stomach.
"Nobody wants you Ashton," he screamed, "Not like I do! I'm all you have!" I was paralyzed in my own body, all I could do was sit there and watch. As brutal as it was, I was stuck. Ashton said nothing and took his kicks, but it was clear he was running thin on tolerance.
With each kick the blows to his stomach became harder and harder, I had never seen Ashton look so defeated. His broken voice came out in loud whales, "I love you Luke! I love you so why do you do this to me!?" Ashton's face was contorted in pain and snot ran down his face. I had no idea what to do, Ashton had never trained me for this situation. Weakness was never a quality of Ashton's and to see him so entirely vulnerable was depressing. I wanted nothing more than to leave and never come back.
      Working like a light switch, he stopped dead in his tracks. Luke's hand raised to his mouth and I could sense the shock running through his body at what he had just done. Ashton grabbed onto the table and hoisted himself up.
     Tears ran down Luke's face and there was an unbearable blanket of silence festering in the air. I couldn't find the strength to say anything. I mean, what was protocol in this situation? Call the cops? That'd be really cute, us all being arrested for selling ourselves. I'm sure Louis would really like dating a prisoner.
      Ashton grabbed my hand and with no words being said, took me outside. I did nothing but wrap my arms around him. Ashton seemed smaller than I could remember, and his body was shaking in pain. Everything was fucked. I was fucked.