Magic [larry au]

Chapter 9

When Harry was back in his room, something didn't feel right. It smelled weird, and the only sounds were coming from the TV in the living room. He knew his mum wasn't here. She wasn't the type to stay home all day and just ignore her grounded son in his room where he could easily sneak out the window like he did earlier. He was also a wizard, how did she forget?

His throat was now dry and his stomach was begging for cookies, so he silently went downstairs and walked into the kitchen. The smell of alcohol was so strong and disgusting now, making Harry nervous.

"What the hell is wrong with this TV?!"

It was his dad, Des. Of course. He had a feeling his father would do something to him if he found out he was here, so he quickly tried to open the cabinets and get a glass of water. Cookies could wait for tomorrow.

He wasn't that lucky though.

"Harry?!"

Des' angry voice scared Harry so bad that he jumped from where he stood, his heart beating so fast and hard that he was afraid he was going to have a heart attack. He tried to get his breathing under control, but it was hard when he heard his father's footsteps behind him. Louder and closer.

Suddenly Harry felt a hand grabbing his arm roughly and spinning him around. Unfortunately, he dropped his glass of water on the floor in shock too, making his dad even more furious than Harry thought was possible.

Des looked terrible, tired and really drunk. Harry had never seen him this drunk. His eyes were red and he couldn't stand straight on his feet, the hand on the counter helping him not to collapse.

Pieces of glass were all over the kitchen tiles, and Harry winced at the loud sound it made. It was wet too because of the water, and he tried to run away but his father was just too strong. He was going to kill him, Harry knew.

"Fucking brat! Look what you've done!" Des shouted, squeezing Harry's arm painfully.

"I-I... sorry! I didn't mean-"

Suddenly Des lifted his hand and slapped his right cheek so hard, the red color spreading everywhere. He cried out in pain, and his eyes were tearing up. His father actually slapped him. Slapped him.

"Gosh, I hate that my son is a fag. Stop crying at everything and take it!" Des growled, slapping him again.

Harry looked away, tears running down his cheeks as he tried to wipe them away with his trembling hands. He wished Louis was here to comfort him and help him.

"Your m-mother told me you had a boyfriend-" Des began, but Harry interrupted immediately.

"Don't you ever talk about him!" he screamed, and tried to push him away with all his strength. He failed.

"Your mother told me he was bad."

"He's not bad. He's gorgeous, lovely and makes me feel happy, so please-"

"Shut up!"

Harry bit his lip hard, forcing himself not to tear up at the punches coming and coming on his stomach. All he could do was gasp in pain.

"I'm glad your wand is broken, faggot." Des said, then simply walked out of the kitchen after slamming Harry's head against one of the cabinets.

He collapsed on the floor, and screamed out loud when he started bleeding from his back and from the pain.

What was Louis doing right now? Hopefully still awake.

As he lied there on the floor with glass pieces under his back which was fucking painful, there was one sentence that was repeating itself in his mind. That one sentence that made him tear up.