That's when they took him from me. A Harry Styles Fan Fiction.

Thirty Five - These Times Are Hard, But They Will Pass.

His bottom lip quivered from under him as his big blue eyes began to fill with water, the salty liquid that we’ve been all too familiar with these past couple of months. The tears splashed out of his eyes with no intention of stopping, of which they didn’t. The once happy Louis fell into my arms and began to sob into my chest. I wrapped my arms around him, embracing him in a comforting hug. Gently rubbing comforting patterns into the back of his neck. I held the boy for what seemed like hours. The broken boy didn’t stop sobbing. It took him a good twenty minutes to calm himself down, the tears still fell and his chest still rose and fell viciously as he sniffed his tears back.

“I-I-I’m sorry, T-Tayla.” He cried. 

I embraced him in another hug, gently rubbing his back in a comforting way. He pulled away.

“Shh, it’s okay Lou.” I cooed.

We were interrupted by a drunk and whatever else he’s been doing, Liam, stumble through the door.

“GOODMORNING.” He exclaimed, stumbling over to me.

“Tayla, wasssssssssup.” He slurred, slinging a drunk arm around my shoulder.

Louis had already scurried upstairs, trying to compose himself.

His breath smelt of alcohol, a lot of it. The smell wafted over my shoulders and I couldn’t help but want to gag. He hadn’t showered for days, I could tell. His hair was messily tousled on the top of his head, strands of his wavy hair sticking out from the bottom on his hoodie. His clothes were scrunched up and creased and he wasn’t wearing any shoes, just white socks. White power stuck to the corner of his mouth, a spot of it hanging on the tip of his big button nose. His big brown eyes were dilated and the white corners were flushed red.

“Liam, where the fuck have you been!” A very pissed off Zayn yelled, entering the living room.

“Where the fuck have you been, Zayn?” He slurred, raising his voice a little, I smelt the liquor on his breath.

“Wh-just wait a second, lad.” Liam stuttered, stumbling over all the furniture on his way to the bathroom, I cringed as I heard the boy throw his guts up into the white porcelain toilet bowl.

He walked back into the room, wiping the vomit from the side of his mouth and knocking into the couch in the process.

“He asked where you’ve been?” I said to Liam sternly.

“You look smokin’ Tayla” He slurred, taking a few uneasy steps closer to me.

“Answer the question, Liam.” I warned, stepping backwards from him as he kept creeping closer.

“Shut up.” He snapped at me.

“Excuse me?” I said, raising my eyebrows, a bit taken aback at the way he was acting towards me.

“You heard what I said.” He answered back, looking at me as if I were a peasant.

He grabbed both of my wrists, squeezing them tightly in between his big hands, so much that it began to cut off the circulation to my fingers and they started to turn an awful shade of white.

“Stop it, you’re hurting me Liam.” I pleaded, looking up into his big brown eyes that were now flushed with anger and frustration.

“She said stop it, Liam.” Zayn said, raising his voice, stepping closer towards us.

He squeezed tighter, and I tried to free myself from him but it was no use, I thrashed wildly against his grip, but he just wouldn’t budge.

Zayn took a hold of Liam’s hand, giving him a stern look in the eye. Liam turned quickly, striking  a clean right hook into Zayn’s left jaw, it connected perfectly with his perfectly shaped jaw. This gave me enough time to yank my hand away from Liam’s grip. Zayn fell the the floor, I kneeled on the ground next to him, as he lay there tossing and clutching his jaw in complete and total agony. I placed my hand on top of Zayn’s where he was holding his face. 

“Shh.” I cooed, trying to comfort the boy, but it obviously wasn’t helping at all.

Liam was staring at us both as we lay on the ground, a devious look in his eyes.

“LOUIS!” I yelled, trying to get the boys attention all the way from upstairs.

No more than ten seconds later the blue eyed boy came running down the stairs, a worried expression plastered across his small face. He glanced at the situation that was laid out in front of him like an open book. He immediately charged at Liam, pulling Liam’s arms behind his back and pulling him into the kitchen so he could calm down.

I heard a mixture of cuss words ring out from the kitchen and I heard as Liam punched the dry wall. I could hear Louis trying  to sooth the frustrated boy.

“Tayla?” Zayn whispered.

“Yeah Zayn?” I whispered back.

“Ice pack.” He murmured.

I nodded simply, getting up.

I walked cautiously into the kitchen, quickly running to where the freezer is, I opened the first draw and grabbed out the first bag of frozen peas I could find. I started to walk out of the kitchen but stopped.

I made my way over, closer to the brown eyed boy, his pupils were dilated and his eyes were flushed red. I pressed a hard slap to the side of his mouth. Leaving a bright red hand print to the right side of his face.

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RUBBISH.

I'm sorry, i was hoping to make this longer, but i didn't have time and i really wanted to get a chapter out for you guys, i didn't want to keep you waiting any longer.

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