Styles Fx

Dealing with New Realities

Louis' POV

As I lay here on the bed, I can't help but sob. My body is in so much pain. I can't believe I have wasted all this time with this man that I thought knew, but really didn't. How could I be so blind? The events just keep replaying in my mind. Just as I am about to try to stand to go to the bathroom for a long soak in the bath, I hear a voice. It said, "Louis I am here. Even if you can't see me, I'm here love." I didn't want to freak out. In my state, I am surprised I am not seeing things as well. Just when I thought I couldn't freak out anymore, I feel a hand brush through my hair and then down my cheek. I jolt up in surprise ignoring the pain coursing through my entire body and begin to look around. My head is pounding and I am feeling a bit lightheaded, and I am scared shitless right now. The only thing I can think to say is, "Hazzie." That voice. I know it was him. The question is how? How can I hear him and most importantly, how could he touch me. I am freaking out right now. I don't know what is going on.

I finally find the strength to pull myself out of bed. I sat for a bit to see if anything else would happen. Nothing did. I was kind of sad about that, but happy at the same time. My body has received enough of a shock in these past hours to not need to deal with anything else right now. I eventually make it to the bathroom and turn on the faucet. A nice hot bath should do me good. I want to look in the mirror but I am afraid. That fucker really did a number on me. I wish I weren't so weak. I wish I could have fought back. After that slap, I kind of blanked out. All I could do was try to shield myself as best as I could. All the kicks and punches he gave me. I can't believe any of this has happened. The most surprising is that he r... r... ra, I can't even say it in my head. I shouldn't be crying. I need to be strong. I need to call the police.

I decide to hold off on the bath until I speak with the police. I can't let him get away with this. He violated me and beat me mercilessly. He needs to go to jail and I hope he does. As I turn to head to my room to grab my mobile, I glimpse at the mirror. I begin to sob uncontrollably. "I can't recognize myself. Oh God. I... I," I can't even finish my thought. "It's ok Louis. Just call the police. That bastard has to pay!" I hear someone say. I jumped at the sudden voice and slipped on the rug. I hit my head on the side of the tub. I landed on the floor, hearing a cracking sound. Everything is going black. Fuck my life.

Harry's POV

I am still trying to understand how Louis can hear me and feel my touch. All I know is that I was hurting so much for him and I wanted to comfort him. Maybe that's it. If I concentrate hard enough and can somehow connect with Louis, then maybe that is how he is able to hear my voice and feel my touch. I have to be very careful with this. I could use this to my advantage though. This will really help me out a lot. If I am able to talk to him and he can feel my touch... this will be so much fun eventually.

Louis has finally made it to the bathroom. However, he has changed his mind about his bath and is not going to call the police first. I am so glad. That prick does not deserve to see the light of day ever again after who he is and what he has done. The nerve of that fucker. I wish I was alive. I would kill him. "Oh God," I hear Louis say and begin to sob. When I focus in on him, he is in the mirror. He is looking at his face and sobbing terribly. Both his eyes are black and there is a cut above his left eye and a cut beside his right. His nose is busted and looks broken. His lips are swollen and busted as well. His bottom lip looks as if it cut in the corner so bad he will need stitches. Oh my gosh. My baby. ""It's ok Louis. Just call the police. That bastard has to pay!" I find myself screaming without thinking. The next thing I see is Louis jump and trip on the rug. He fell and hit his head on the tub and has blacked out. His left arm is twisted in a funny way and I think it may be broken or badly sprained. Since he now lives alone, no one will come to help him. This is fucked up and it is all my fault. I have to learn to control this.