Finding Our Voices (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 2 - Who's Zayn?

The next morning, Louis woke up barely able to open his eyes. His body aching everywhere, he could feel his cheek was swollen and his whole body is sore. He takes a glance to both sides to check if Stan was there, thankfully he wasn't.

"I should just end it all, I can't take this anymore" he mumbles to himself before trying to get off the bed. He notices he's completely naked and he can't even move, it feels as if he's been hit by a truck.

He winces as he tries to get up, stepping on a piece of broken glass, probably a beer bottle his asshole of a boyfriend was drinking the day before.

He walks slowly to the cupboard while gathering the clothes that were thrown yesterday on the floor, he bends to get his sweater from under the bed but he holds his rib cage and falls to the floor, the pain was unbelievable! He has broken ribs and he isn't aware of it..

He decides on leaving the clothes on the floor as he walks and grabs a pair of boxers from his drawer, he puts it on and heads outside the bedroom.

While walking to the kitchen, he decides to check the time. He pours himself a cup of water and looks at the clock hung on the dull wall, 6 am.

He chugs down the water and walks to the bathroom, he washes his face without looking at the mirror. Too scared of what he'll see in his reflection. He quickly brushes his teeth and heads out to the living room to distract himself from the pain he feels in his whole body."the phone" he says to himself, scared of what will happen if Stan called and Louis didn't pick up after 2 rings,

he scans the room for the old navy colored mobile phone.

The phone lays on top of the telly, Louis walks towards it and picks it up, "Fuck, its dead" he curses under his breath as he walks into the bedroom.. He looks in the drawers of the night stand and there it was, the phone charger.

Quickly he plugs the charger and waits for a little while then turns his phone on, he waits patiently for that old piece of crap to come to life.

A little Mail icon shows at the top of the screen,"Fuck fuck fuck, he's going to kill me" he says terrified.

He opens the message expecting to see a message from his boyfriend, but no. the message was from an unknown number, " Hey Zayn, got your number from Niall, would you like to hang out sometime? -harry xx " he reads it,"who the fuck is Zayn? and how the fuck did he get my number?" he asks himself, terrified of what will happen to him if Stan saw or heard him break his rule.

Seconds later he decides on replying to that message.

"Delete my number please, we shouldn't be talking" Louis typed shakingly, looking around afraid of getting caught by Stan.

Louis deleted the messages quickly, he shoved his phone under his mattress as he heard the door slam. He stood at his door awkwardly, seconds later he found Stan standing infront of him, he gulped as soon as Stan's breath hit his nose, he was drunk.

Stan's phone rang, he pulled it from his pocket and answered his phone, "What the fuck?" he screamed into the phone, Louis flinched as he heard Stan screaming into the phone, Stan dropped his phone, looking at Louis, Louis could see the anger in his eyes. He punched Louis' face, taking his anger out on him, he kicked his stomach and the last thing Louis heard was the slurring of the word 'Fucker' and then everything turned into darkness.

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Harry's phone rang loudly, making him wake up from his sleep, he held his phone as he rubbed his sleepy eyes, groaning as soon as the phone light hit his green orbs, he adjusted to the brightness of the phone, he saw the name of Niall appearing at his phone, he declined it quickly, mumbling a little "Go to hell'' to Niall for waking his up from his sleep. He noticed that he had a message from Zayn, the number Niall gave him "Delete my number please, we shouldn't be talking" he read the message quickly, what is wrong with this boy? He threw his phone on his night stand and fell back to sleep.

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A few hours later...

Harry finally wakes up, rubbing the sleep out of his piercing green eyes while yawning. He sits on the side of the bed, checking his surroundings.

He gets up, cleans his room then makes his way to the kitchen wondering what to make for breakfast."scrambled eggs and french toast" he says to himself as if he'd found the cure to cancer. He opens his fridge and takes out the ingredients along with orange juice.

He finishes making his breakfast, he sets the plate on the table while he pouring a cup of orange juice.

After he finishes his breakfast, he decides on taking a shower to freshen up. He makes his way to the bathroom,"OH!" he yells, remembering the weird message he received while he was sleeping.

He rushes to the bedroom to grab his iPhone from the night stand and quickly unlocking it to reread the message,

"Delete my number please, we shouldn't be talking".

What? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

He dials the number and it went straight to voice mail.

"I'll try again after taking my shower" he says to himself, weirded out by the message.

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Louis woke up, aching all over again.

As if once wasn't enough?

He remembers the weird message he had, he rushes to get his phone from under the mattress.

Minutes later, Louis' phone rings.

Without checking the number he answers quickly," Hello baby" he says.

"Hello, Zayn?" Harry replies.

"Who are you? Who's Zayn? How did you get my number?" Louis' breathing accelerates..

"So you're not Zayn?" Harry asks coldly.

"No, obviously I'm not Zayn" Louis replies sassily.

"I'm sorry, My name's Harry. I must have called the wrong number" Harry apologizes to Louis.

"Delete my number" Louis orders.

Quick steps are heard nearing the bedroom, is that stan? how did Louis not hear him entering the apartment? .Louis slides the phone under the bed, forgetting to press End.

"Hii baby, how are you?" Stan asks as if he was oblivious to everything he did.

"I'm fine" Louis smiles, careful not to trigger Stan's anger.

Stan walks towards Louis and pulls him from his waist closer.

Louis winces as stan was applying pressure on his aching back.

Bad idea, Louis.

"What, So now you don't like me hugging you?" Stan yells.

"No, no baby, I love you! I reall--" Louis says before getting cut off by a punch that throws him to the floor.

"I'm sorry baby, I love you!" louis apologizes to prevent what's about to happen.

Harry was still on the phone, listening to everything, horror in his eyes.

"What, So now you don't like me hugging you?" The guy yells.

"No, no baby, I love you! I reall--"

the one Harry was talking to earlier was saying but was cut off, a loud thud and whimpering are heard.

'Did he just push him to the ground? Is he hurting him?'Harry thinks to himself.

A single tear escaped his eye, sliding down his cheek because he can't do anything about the things he was listening to; crying, smacking, profanities and whimpering on the other side of the line.. Then it stopped, the sound of the guy Harry was talking to earlier vanished, the only sound left is the other guys' profanities.

'I need to save that boy', he thought.. 'I need to do it fast'.

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So, that was the second chapter!

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