The Black Rose (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 10-

A/N - Finally updated!!! This chapter is kind of short but it is extremely important for the rest of the story!

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*Louis' POV*

"Harry Styles, you take that jumper off right now! Or at least roll up the sleeves...if you don't, I will come over there and do it for you!" Althought the tone of my voice had increased, it was clear that it was not in an angry way.

Harry looked so unsure of what to do, I don't see why it's such a problem to just takeoff an item of clothing, or even just roll up the sleeves. It's boiling inside this cafe so I really don't understand his problem.

Finally he began to roll up his sleeves, reaching the bend in his arm where his elbow is before looking back up at me.

I hadn't realised that tears were already streaming down my face at the sight in front of me. His arms lay on the table, covered in scars and bruises. Some scars looked fresher than others.

"L-Lou..." his voice shok as he spoke, unsure of how I would react.

"I don't know what to say" he looked down at his arms then looked back at me. "I can explain it all but not here, come back to mine. Please?" His voice cracked as he tried to hold back the tears.

I nodded, knowing that no words were going to form.

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*Harry's POV*

When we got back to mine, I had to find a way to explain to Louis why I did what I did, and why I still do it. The topic that I tried to avoid since the day that I met him.

We sat on the end of my bed as I began.

"Ok. I tried my best to avoid this topic for as long as possible but I guess it will always haunt me no matter what. But when I tell you this, I need to stay quiet until I finish please, or else I won't finish and I need to get it all out". He nodded in agreement for me to began my story.

"About 3 years ago, I decided that it was time to come out to my family, which may have been the best and worst mistake of my life. I sat both my parents down in the living room, aiming to avoid any eye contact because I wasn't sure what was going to happen. They sat down and I confessed that I was gay, to which my mum was shocked but my dad...my d-dad was a-angry". I coughed to try to stop the tears from flooding.

"He got up off his seat and dragged my out of mine, shoving me against the wall and punching me repeatidly, over and over and over. My mum tried to stop him but he pushed her down on the ground and I told her not to move. Eventually I was on the floor, crying my eyes out none stop, still taking a beating from the man I called father. When he eventually stopped and stormed out, I took what energy I had left and ran upstairs. My heart was racing and the first thing to catch my eye was the razer in the corner of the room". I pointed to the corner of the room to which I was referring to, Louis' eyes following my finger before staring back at me.

"I cut my arm, over and over because this pain was so much better. It was pain that I could control. Every single day for the next 247 days I got a beating, some days not as bad as others, and some days worse. Eventually my mum decided that enough was enough and we escaped, we ran away and moved to Chesire. I changed school and changed my last name to my mum's maiden name. I decided that becoming a 'bad boy' would stop anyone thinking I was gay and hurting me again, so I became someone who I never was and never will be. She divorced him and he signed the papers, although we never did see him. Every day since then I've had nightmares about him, the man I once called dad, I imagine him finding me and what he would do to me." I blinked and coughed again to get rid of the tears, despite Louis' flooding down his cheeks as he saw the pain in my eyes.

"Then I met you." I stared straight into his eyes as I spoke, making sure that he knew that I meant every word of what I was about to say.

"I don't know what it was but you seemed different. There was this spark about you that I loved. Every time you stepped into the room, everything would sem lighter and better, everything seemed fine. The way you weren't scared of me like everybody else. I loved it. The first night that you slept mine was the first night in over 3 years that I didn't have nightmares about him, because you make me feel safe. You make me feel complete. Without you I am nothing. So just know and never forget that...Louis Tomlinson, I love you!"

I cupped his tear stained faced and kissed his soft lips gently, not passionately and not sexually, just a kiss filled with love.

As I pulled away I could see a small smile form onto his face. A smile that I loved to see and loved to know that I had caused.

"I love you too Harry." Those three simple words were my favourite coming from his lips, but only when my name was also in that sentence.

"And don't you ever, EVER think that I would leave you because you are the obly person that I want, and the only person that I need." He kissed me gently and I smiled into it. Hearing him say that he will never leave me is definitely one amazing thought. Having Louis to call my own for the rest of my life is perfect, absolutely perfect.

Outside the door to my room I heard a thud. Running to my door, I flung it open to find my mum on the floor curled up into a ball against the wall, crying.

"Mum?"

"I'm so sorry Harry!" She flung herself at me and embraced me in a tight hug.

"I failed you as a mother! I should've been there for you. I should've noticed that something wasn't right! What kind of mother am I?" She cried.

"One that was always there for me and still is. There was nothing you could've done mum, and trust me when I say this: You're an amazing mum and I love you to millions of pieces. I'm sorry you had to find out". I cuddled her before picking her up and carrying her to her room. Laying her softly on the best, I kissed her forehead and tucked her in, leaving her to sleep.

I never wanted my mum to find out, or at least not this way. I knew that she would think the worst of herself and I never wanted that. She's an amazing mum no matter what anyone thinks!

"Lou?" My voice was quiet, making sure that I didn't wake my mum.

"Yeah Hazza?" His nickname made me smile.

"C-can you stay w-with me tonight, p-please?" Scared that he would say no, my voice trembled.

"Of course I will" he spoke as he walked up to me, cupping my face and kissing me softly again.

"Lou, I love you." My words felt so natural when saying them to Louis, he completes me.

"Hazza, I love you." The words that left his mouth are my kryptonite. There is nothing that he can do that I can ever hate him for. His perfect smile, his gorgeous blue eyes, the way he looks at the ground when he is nervous or shy. He is truly beautiful!