Two Different Worlds - Punk Louis x Marcel -

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When Louis woke up, the room was black. He searched around for his phone, which took him a while.

He felt a pounding in his head and he groaned, gripping his phone tightly. He checked the time, but the date surprised me. December 15th, 2016?

"S-Someone must be joking," He hissed, fumbling around for the 'call nurse' button. "Its still 2014." His eyes squinted, and he saw a ring on his left hand. A wedding ring.

"W-What?" He found the button and pressed it, already feeling lightheaded. The nurse was there in just a few seconds, with a bored look on her face.

"C-Can I speak.. w-with the doctor?"

She nodded, calling him over from the hallway and exited when he entered.

"Morning, Louis."

"M-My phone says.. it says 2016. Its 2014." Louis slurred.

The last thing he could remember was stumbling to the ground back in the London Mental Institution with Harry because of some curse a nurse had put on him.

"Thats cause it is 2016." The doctor said, as if it was so obvious. "I guess you'd like your husband to explain, yes?"

"Yeah. Thatd be nice. I think." Louis's head was burning with a sharp pain and he shut his eyes tight, still so confused.

He heard the door open, and when the doctor called out Harry's name, Louis winced at his volume.

"He's awake?" He heard Harry ask a second later. His voice was soft, soothing the older boy.

Louis's eyes slowly opened to see the beautiful younger male staring back into his eyes, stroking his fluffy, light brown hair gently.

"Morning, sweetheart."

"Hazzy, I-it can't possibly be 2016."

Harry sighed, sitting down on the bed next to Louis as he began to explain everything that had happened over the past two years.

As Harry seemed to go on in full detail for hours, putting only taking a small five or ten minutes, Louis, at first didn't believe him. It couldn't possibly be true. Who doesn't remember their marriage? He wasn't that type of person.

Two and a half years.. Gone. Forgotten.

"I don't understand.." Louis said very quiet under his breath. "Explain? From the beginning"

"We've been married for a year and a half now, babe. And that night, we went to Ireland and I went out for some drinks, and got lost. And you went out to find me," Harry said, stroking Louis's hair.

"And you got onto the wrong side of town. It wasn't your fault, really. You didn't know where to go. And these guys.. Beat you up. And raped you and.." Harry began to tear up while going on to Louis about how his mum still had a gps on Louis's phone and they found him inside a dumpster, whimpering.

"If that was a hear and a half, what about the other year? What happened with Ashe?"

Harry shrugged. "Turns out she was some sort of demon witch lady curse putter-onner thing. "I had to take some test to prove I wasn't crazy and out of my mind. Which I still halfway was, so I stayed at another mental hospital for half the year, then I spent the other half with you."

Staring blankly at the younger boy above him, Louis was still so confused. "So what happened recently? Why cant I remember anything after the Ashe thing?"

"I dont want to say it around the doctor.." Harry said quietly, earning a glare from the doctor, who had been adjusting Louis's tubes before he stepped out without another word.

Raising an eyebrow, Louis waited for an answer from Harry, but the younger boy just sighed. "Its terrible, really. All my fault." he heard him mumble.

"Just tell me, Styles."

"I.. hit you."

"Y-You.., you what?" Louis spoke, voice cracking at the thought of Harry doing such a vile thing. Memories came flooding back of the days when Louis sat in front of his bedroom door, crying as he listened to his parents scream at each other.

The things his dad said haunted his past. One fight stood out most of all. He closed his eyes, hearing Harry vaguely in the background, but all he heard was far away nothings as he fully remembered the fight.

He had been six, not knowing much. He was only in year one, and didnt have many friends. He remembered the words and glares the other kids would give him, and how no one wanted to talk to him.

** "Hey could I play with the toys with you?" Little six-year old Louis asked, playing with his tiny hands nervously as he asked one of the other kids, named Beaux.

"You? Play with me? Hah! In your dreams!" Beaux said, scoffing.

Louis felt his stomach drop, and he looked down, anger rumbling in said stomach. He clenched his fist, pulling it back and hit Beaux directly in the nose.

At home, he thought he'd never hear the end of their fighting. Then, silence came. He frowned, hugging his knees tighter when he heard the hard slap to skin and an inhuman scream come from his mum as he began to cry himself. **

"Louis.. Im sorry."

"Why?"

"I.. I had a long day, and I was stressed and angry, and.. we were fighting and I just hit you. And I didnt want to stop..No one knows.. Please.. dont tell."

"You asshole!" Louis yelled in total shock.

"Baby, please, Im sorry!"

"Just.. just get out."

"Babe.."

"Out."

A/N um i hope u like dat bc i didnt so.. Um, yeah. But sad news. This story is unfortuneately coming to an end. This is the first fanfic ive ever finished, and im not proud of it. My others will be better. Well, goodbye, loves. Few more chapters to go. Probably not many. And sorry for the late post, things havent been too good lately, and i dont know when they'll pick up. but ill try to update more.