Maybe He Gives Me More

Scaredy Cat

                  Louis's POV
     Harry zipped up his pants with a sly smile on his face. After coming down from his high was when he looked the most beautiful, his eyes reflected of a newfound vulnerability. I knew Harry had done this with a lot of men, but I knew this must've felt as different for him as it did for me.
      Harry's phone buzzed and immediately his face hardened and he jumped toward it. I wish I could read through his phone sometimes, it wasn't so much that I didn't trust him, just that I had so many unanswered questions.
     Harry leaned up and brushed his lips against my forehead, "I have to go sweetheart." His voice was back to being hoarse. I felt a frown set in. "Why? Let me come with you." I crossed my arms in a child like manner and waited for him to give in. If he can randomly pull a gun on my cousin, I'm allowed to do things with him. For fucks sake.
      "No." His reply was short and snappy. He pulled his shirt over his head and went to leave out the door. "Why can't I come?" I pushed. I knew questions set him off but I deserved to know. I deserved to be part of this. Of his life; no matter how fucked up.
      "Because I have to meet Ashton at my pimp's house, Louis. I'm not going home to do fucking laundry or pussyfoot around. I'm dealing with a violent abuser. You can't fucking come, I won't say it again."
     His snappiness didn't phase me in the slightest. I glared at him, waiting for him to give in. He rolled his eyes and waved at me to come. "Put your fucking shoes on."
     I quickly slipped on my toms and rushed out of my bedroom door to catch up with Harry. He ran down the stairs and I made sure to keep pace as he slipped into his car.
      With the turn of the ignition, he laid one hand on the wheel and another on my thigh. While pulling out he kept his hard eyes on the road, but made sure to look at me when he spoke. "I'm being serious when I say this, take in every word I say. You stay behind me. You don't talk, I will answer for you. You do not make a move without my approval while in the line of my pimp. I don't know what will happen, and I don't know how today will go. You can't cry. You can't talk. Follow what I say no matter what."
       I nodded in compliance and decided it was best not to argue. I was scared, but I would never let Harry know that. I needed to prove to him I could handle this lifestyle of his.
     Pulling up a rocky driveway, he slammed on the brakes and unbuckled. Without another word, I silently followed him to the door of a larger white house. Harry pushed the door open and I tensed. People were yelling.
       He gripped my hand and pulled me along to a dining room. A small tan boy was sitting in the corner, eyeliner smudged around his eyes. He looked like someone you saw in a lifetime movie. Sad and lost, almost like he was waiting for something big to happen. Harry turned so his lips were caressing my ear, "That's one of Luke's workers, Calum."
        In less than a minute of silently standing in the middle of the room full of broken glass and what seemed to be blood, two boys came out of a small office- seeming to be running from another.
      "Jesus fucking christ Ashton! You can't go back to fucking other men!" A blonde scary man screamed. He must be the pimp. His eyes were a cold blue and a scar ran across his cheek. He was terrifying.
         Harry let go of my hand and I could see him trying to assess what was happening.  The brown haired boy, assuming to be Ashton, whipped around with an ominous smile on his face.
      He had bruises covering his face and trailing down his chest, this must have been what Harry was yelling at my cousin. I had seen the aftermath of beatings before, but never like this. His bruises looked deep and dried blood covered his lips. He looked tired and just like everyone else- hardened.
      "Watch me, motherfucker." Ashton turned to the boy in the corner and rushed into his lap, aggressively kissing  Calum. I studied Luke's face and I knew this wouldn't be good. Ashton obnoxiously moaned into the other workers mouth and made a show of grinding their crotches together.
      "Walk the fuck away." Harry sternly said. His assertiveness sent chills down my spine, he was so incredibly hard to disobey. I loved it. Luke stomped over to the corner of the room and ripped Calum from underneath Ashton by the collar of his shirt.
       Luke threw Calum's body to the ground and was fast to get face to face. Calum bashed Luke's head with his fists and Harry was quick to interrupt. Harry grabbed clumps of each boy's hair in his large hands and picked them up off of the dirty ground.
    He dragged them both to the glass table and slammed their heads hard against it. I gasped and couldn't help but cry at how violent he was being. He gripped their hair tighter ."Harry please stop." I sobbed into my hands. He didn't even look up at the sound of my voice.
      He kept their heads hardly pressed to the table, and kept his eyes on them both. I had no idea who the boy in front of me was. He wasn't my Harry. Not the one I knew. Snot poured down my face and I could feel my breathe shortening. I needed Harry to stop.
    "Harry fucking PLEASE." I yelled, I looked like a fucking fool. I was in a pimp's house and surprised by violence. He gave me a dirty look and let go of their heads.
     "Ashton, go the fuck home." He whispered. Without questioning Ashton hurried out of the front door. He turned in my direction and I could tell he was mad at me for not following the rules.
      He pointed at me and for the first time since we met, he looked at me with genuine anger. "Get the fuck out of this house right now and sit your ass in the car."