**Harry's POV**
This was not my boyfriend.
I stumbled backwards into the wall behind me and stated at him in horror and anger. Who was this man?
He watched me with anger pouring out of his eyes and into my soul. He came closer to me and stared right in my eyes.
All I saw was anger dancing around, no compassion or sympathy.
Before I knew what was happening, I felt a sharp pain in my lower area. He'd hit me right in the balls.
I yelped and doubled over in pain. "Lou, what the hell? What is up with you tonight? Just because you have a few drinks in your system, you turn into a heartless, horrible man!" I shouted.
"Don't talk to me. You deserve all the emotional and physical pain you get. You deserve to be locked up for touching me indecently. Freak!" He screamed in my face.
Tears slowly started to fall down my face. I wiped them away as fast as possible. He couldn't see my weakness or emotions. I rose up from the floor, pushed him out of the way and went to pack up my bags. There was no way in hell that I was going to stay with this man. I hate him. He disgusts me with his vile words and actions.
As soon as my bags were all packed, I grabbed my phone, wallet and car keys from the counter and made my way outside.
Just as I was about to get into my car, I heard a voice sneer at me, "See you later faggot! Never come back and infect me with your disgusting germs."
I shut my car door as fast as possible and drove to the only place I knew to go to. Zayn's.
I drove as quickly as possible with a bruise forming on my face and tears threatening to escape.
I approached his house soon enough. I grabbed my belongings out of the car and swiftly walked up to his door. I knocked on it loudly until at last Zayn answered it, looking very tired and annoyed.
He took in my teary and bruised face and pulled me in through the door. Without me having to explain myself, he brought me into his arms. A loving and warm hug.
I wrapped my arms around him as tight as possible, never wanting to let go.
Without letting go of me, Zayn led us into his living room. He sat us both down on the couch and he quickly went to get a blanket to wrap around me.
Once all this was done, he asked to me to explain what's happened. "Louis, he erm, I don't even know who he is anymore. He called me a queer and hit me a few times," I softly spoke. This just brought on a whole new set of tears.
I turned to look at Zayn through my blurry eyes and I immediately saw anger. Automatically, I flinched backwards.
He looked me in shock and hurt. "Haz, no I'm not angry at you. Oh no no no. This was his fault not yours and I will make sure he pays for this. He has scarred you physically and emotionally and he isn't going to get away with any of this. I'll make sure of it."
