Impulse ( Harry Styles Abuse Story)

Chapter 25- What If

MERRY CHRISTMAS x

So sorry I'm really awful at updating. Chapter slightly different to others so let me know what you think and please read bottom xz

Unedited xx

3rd POV:
As Liam and Niall both shivered at the thought being at the men's mercy, Zayn could feel nothing but his stomach drop and the feeling of pure and utter failure. He failed them. He failed to keep them safe, he fucking hurt them I mean he failed the only people that ever showed him real love. The only people that ever made him feel like he belonged and mattered. He failed his family. Watching Liam and Niall begging for them not to take them away, trying to be strong but face ever so often cracking at the realisation of what had just happened or what was to occur, broke his heart into a billion pieces. He blinked some tears and suppressed a sob as he forced himself to look away, only to be greeted with Harry dragging a bleeding wounded Melanie away.
'Not Mel' he thought seeing the girl he loved be dragged away.
He knew it was it true, that he lived Melanie. He always had. But he was a friend to Harry, and so he resisted her, allowed for them to be happy as he would sacrifice his own happiness for the two people he cared about.
Only Harry wasn't Harry anymore. I mean he hurt Zayn, yes. But he could look past that. He hurt the boys,yes: but with a bit of struggle and sincerity he always knew they could lend that, but the fact he hurt Mel, the girl they both love , and kept doing so repeatedly- that was the sign to Zayn that maybe Harry was gone. Maybe it is too late.
On his time to contemplate, Liam and Niall were escorted upstairs to a new room in the house, an extension that was finally finished. Liam was scared. Scratch that he was terrified. He wasn't one to scare easy and he wasn't weak at all, but already injured and suffering from this treatment for so long made him wonder what the point of fighting was. He didn't need someone to protect him, but it had just so happened that Zayn or Louis did. He never took it for granted he just never knew how safe he felt with them there until they weren't. And being dragged to a room in the house they never had seen before had scared Liam shitless. This was gonna be that torture room that they were discussing and not a single word of it sounded good. As they were pushed into the room they suddenly felt the cold hit them, the temperature in the room being -10 degrees. Liam felt himself be shoved into the room and heard a grunt from Niall assuming his fate was the same. As both boys were pushed in the door locked and the two equally terrified boys began to taken in their surroundings. There was nothing in this room but black painted wall and a small window on the door. It was very much like a cell although slightly bigger. Niall slowly sat on the floor huddling his knees close together, arms protecting his legs, tucking his head into his knees trying to keep warm. The clattering of teeth and the sob escaping from the Irish boys lips caused Liam to snap out of his mindless wonder of the room and comfort the boy in need. Liam walked to the sobbing boy who was tucked up so small it looked like he was trying to disappear, and slowly crouched down beside him putting a gently arm around the curled up figure in a brotherly comfort. It was that gesture that allowed for the ball that was Niall to fall into Liam's chest and cry. Cry for the last few years. Cry for the pain. Cry for the unknown and mostly cry for the brother he had lost.
As Lima gently played with the young boys hair, they both shared brief eye contact. And in that they both said the words that were left unsaid.
They would be strong
They would be careful
And they will get out of here.
Together.

Louis couldn't stop staring at the mark imprinted in his skin forever. On his arm right where everyone could see was a scanned burn that only seemed to get uglier and uglier as time progressed. He could feel things happened around him. Feel the boys being escorted out, feel Mel get dragged out, feel the other men leave- he was aware of all of this, but he failed to look up and to see the truth of the matter. What good could he do anyway. What good had he ever done. All he would be able to do was shout out them to stop, to plead with them, but none of that would've worked. It was his stupid mouth that got Niall hurt. He doesn't help these boys, he endures them in more pain. It's not like he could help if he wanted to. He still had his wrists tied up with barbers wire for gods sake!
For now he stared at the burnt wound, stared at the scar that would be with him forever and found himself slowly begin to break. The scar would be with him forever. This experience would be with him forever. He would never be the same boy he was 3 years ago, because nothing will be the same again. Harry won't be the same again. And Jesus Christ Zayn have him this fucking scar. Zayn gave him this thing that would never disappear and never be okay! A shudder escaped into the room causing the young man to look away for his scab to see the now empty living room except the Asian boy in the corner who was facing the other way . He could see the shoulders of the figure rise and fall and realise that Zayn was crying. It was then the glass shattered for Louis. Zayn was forced to do that. He didn't have a choice I mean he was there god dammit he saw what he had to do. Louis shouldn't be moping in self pity when Zayn needed him. Louis knew Zayn. Knew the one thing that hurt him most was seeing the ones he loved in pain. Harry must have known that too. So this would be breaking him right now, he needed a friend.
Louis grunted his throat trying to make it sound not so dry.
"Z...Zayn" he tried to say in a comforting tone only for it to come out croaky dry and we'll just quiet. Louis knew he couldn't here him.
"Zayn!" Louis repeated only this time it came out more rough, and a bit to loud for both the boys liking.
Hearing his name grunted in a small shout from Louis caused Zayn's head to snap towards him, eyes showing his regret, his failure, his misery. As soon as Zayn turned to Louis he couldn't help feel the guilt. This what it. Louis was gonna scream at him, tell him he was a monster, confirm everything he has been thinking for the last Lord knows how long. Zayn braced himself, ready to get everything he deserved.
"Could you Erm maybe untie me please" Louis asked heartbreaking at the pure pain in Zayn's eyes . But Louis knew before he could do anything, convince him that he is not at fault, he needed to get out of these fucking restraints.
Zayn's eyes filled with confusion until his eyes flickered down to Louis's arms which were still tied up. Immediately Zayn was on his feet, running to the tied up boy to undo his restraints.
As he began to untie the restraints Zayn saw the burn. The mark he made.
"I . II ..I'm so so sorry I.. God I'm a monster I-" Zayn had run back from the boy, tears filling his eyes as he slammed back to the wall furthest from Louis falling down, hands scrunching his hair.
"I'm a monster, I'm a monster, I'm a monster" he kept murmuring to himself shaking his head, hands scrunching his hair.
Louis was able to undo the rest of the wire that Zayn loosened before and ran to him only to find himself not knowing what to do. Zayn was having a panic attack, not aware of anything around him as he kept mumbling that he was a monster.
"I'm a monster. I'm a monster. I'm just like my dad. I'm a monster. I'm useless. I'm a monster. I'm a monster"
Zayn was crying now full blown panic attack as he kept rocking back and forward hands slamming on his head. He couldn't see anything. Didn't let himself feel anything. He was a monster. He hurt the ones he loved. He hurt them. Just like his dad hurt him. He was a monster. And he couldn't be trusted.

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Mel sat as Harry kissed her neck. She couldn't fight. Not anymore. Her thoughts drifted to when she was younger. She always dreamed of having the perfect life. She wasn't stupid, she never thought it would be like a fairytale, she knew there would be bumps to pass but never did she think this. That she dated a guy who raped her, had a child at the age of 17, returned to her rapist ex and now was just used a doll. But of course it wasn't that simple. When out like that it seems like she should just leave, but she can't. There's more people involved in this, the boys, and most importantly her daughter. Harry threatened to get full custody of her daughter when she's gets out of the hospital if she left. And she couldn't lose the one thing she promised to protect. She needed Kylie. As Harry continued to grunt and kiss her neck she couldn't help but ponder what her life had been like if she made one different decision.

Flashback

A young Melanie rose was at the coffee shop reading her favourite book 'To kill a mockingbird'. She flicks the page when the bell of the cafe goes indicating someone has just walked into the room. Hearing the conversation of the guys just walking in she looses her train of thought and takes a sip of her coffee, placing her book down to take a break. As she looks up she can't help but blush at the tanned guy at the counter as he orders his drink.
What she doesn't notice is the 4 boys with the tanned guy also noticing her sudden blush as she looks in there direction.
"Mate I think someone has the hots for Zayn" Liam whispered to Louis, who was obliviously taking money out of his wallet. As Zayn looked up he realised that the girl was beautiful. Her brown hair and soft lifts. Her rosy cheeks and her olive skin. But there was no way he could go up to her. There would be no way he liked him, I mean out of the five boys there no way would she like him. He wouldn't be good enough for her.

It was that evening that they crossed paths again, when both the boys and Melanie where at the train station, getting a train to London which just so happened to be delayed.
Melanie cursed at her luck as her phone was dead and she needed to contact her friend to say the train was delayed. She looked around for someone friendly to ask, wary that she was a 16 year old alone at a station in the evening. All around her where grouchy people upset for the late train until she saw the group of guys she saw earlier. She smiled timidly as she walked across to them, eye catching the tanned boy once more who seemed to have had some pasta spilt on him as he fake pouted as another brown haired boy, was laughing. Melanie couldn't help but softly chuckle as she made her way over. To her dismay as she reached the point the tanned boy had just left with the brown haired boy, to clean up Mel assumed.
"Excuse me" she asked to the group, the closest guy with curly hair replied.
"Yeah"
"Sorry do you mind if I could borrow you phone. My battery's died and I need to contact my ride to say the trains been delayed"
"Of course love" the curly haired boy replied with a cheeky smile and wink causing a blush to reappear on mels face.

Flashback over

What would her life be like if the train was never delayed. If she had the confidence to talk to Zayn in the coffee store, or walked slightly faster to the group of boys before he left. What would her life had been like if she borrowed a phone from someone else and never met the boys.

What would it have been like if she met Zayn first?

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Okay so this was a slightly different chapter thing because a few comments didn't really want torturey things
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