Hidden Scars (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 14

"Trash!"

He couldn't escape. Too little, too feeble, too helpless. Hit after hit had left marks on his body, that he was sure of.

"I don't know what I did to deserve a son like this!"

Those words hurt like crazy. He didn't know why he had to be like this. All he did know was that he was useless and good for nothing. He wasn't told otherwise. Ever by anyone.

"Pathetic!" With another punch he was left alone. Alone to tremble in pain. Alone just whimpering, praying to god for some sort of help.

"Why me?" He wailed loudly, not caring if anyone would hear. He pulled on his hair with a scream.

"Louis!"

He didn't want to look up at anyone. He just want to lay and wait till death engulfs him.

"Louis! Wake up! Lou please!"

Louis shook violently, removing two large hands from his body with a loud scream. Eyes were rimming with tears, cheeks wet. Forehead beaded with sweat and his shirt sticking to his torso because of sweat.

"Louis! It's alright! It was just a dream! It's alright!"

Louis looked to where the extremely concerned voice came from and was met with two green eyes shining at him.

"You alright? I heard you screaming! Are you alri-"

Harry was cut off when Louis grabbed his torso and wrapped his arms around it, his head resting on the chest. Harry was taken aback but recovered soon enough and returned the embrace. Louis was holding on for dear life, wailing and it would be an understatement to say Harry's heart shattered at the sight.

He quickly sat in a comfortable position with his back rested on the head board of the bed with Louis on his laps. Louis never let go and neither did Harry. Harry didn't mind Louis' tears or sweat or spit touching him, not one bit. They didn't matter, all that did matter was Louis' state.

"S-save m-me. He'll-he'll h-hurt me!" Louis bawled again holding Harry ever so tightly.

"Who? Who'll hurt you, Louis? Who're you talking about?" If Harry knew the name, he will definitely be responsible for whatever will happen to them.

"Harry! Don't leave me! Zayn left! Don't leave me!" Louis buried his face further into Harry's hard chest that felt so comfortable.

"Shh. I'm not leaving you. And Zayn didn't leave you, Lou. He'll come back in a few weeks but I'm here. I'm not leaving. What made you think I'll leave you?''

"Everyone leaves me." Louis whimpered.

"Not me." Harry whispered, tightening the grip of his arms around the small ball Louis had curled himself into. He has had experienced that rocking back and forward has calmed Louis down, so that's what he did. Louis was still whimpering.

Harry wiped Louis' tears and sweat with his hand, it helped a little in having Louis' heart feel lighter.

"Shh Louis. It's alright. You're alright. I'm right here. I'll not let anything bad happen to you. Shh. Come on now." Harry soothed Louis down with every word he could use. He kept saying these till Louis stopped trembling and his after-breakdown-effects started to show. Louis stayed still, face and body.

"Come on Lou. Tell me who would hurt you."

Louis shook his head violently looking up at Harry, tears piling up again.

"No. No. No. Don't cry. It's okay, you don't have to tell me. It's alright." Harry started rocking again.

"W-why me?"