✔️STRONG [L.S]

[5]

{LOUIS POV}
[WARNING]

  I was surprised when I woke up before Harry the next morning, but shrugged it off as I yawned.
I quickly slipped on my sweat pant's and Harry's T-shirt before making my way downstair's. I shivered as my feet hit the cold tiled floor of the kitchen. I walked to the stove and filled the kettle with water, and set it on burner and leaned against the counter. I could faintly hear the sound of Harry's phone ringing from upstair's. Who would call him in the morning?

'Probably a telemarketer' I thought to myself, brushing the thought away. I brought my hand up to rub my stiff neck as I waited for the water to finish heating. Suddenly I heard yelling coming from upstair's, followed by a door slamming shut. I bit my lip as Harry walked into the kitchen. He sat down in a chair, not looking my way once. Was it a bad phone call?

"Are you okay?" He ignored me, drumming his finger's on the table.

"Just get me some tea please." He mumbled, I sighed and reached toward's the cabinet for two tea cup's. Suddenly, one slipped from my hand's, shattering on the floor.

"Shit" I muttered leaned down to pick it up. I didn't even notice that Harry had moved but I saw that he was now standing in front of me. I slowly looked up, and saw his eye's practically burning through my own.

"W-What?" I asked nervously, throwing the piece of glass away as I stood. I backed away from him, and he followed me until my back was against the counter. I had nowhere to escape, his chest was almost brushing mine as he looked down at me. Suddenly, he brought his hand up gripping my hair tightly. I whimpered in pain, tear's forming in the corner of my eye's.

"WHY ARE YOU SO USELESS?" He screamed, yanking my head back roughly.

"I-I.." Suddenly the kettle whistled, letting me know the water was ready. He glanced over at the stove.

"Better get that" He said, roughly pushing me away.  I stared at him for a moment before going back to the stove. I picked it up carefully by the handle with a potholder and turned around. Before I knew what was happening, a hand flew up, making me spill hot water all over myself. I screamed out in pain as I fell to the floor. My skin felt like it was on fire, and I started to sob uncontrollably. I slowly sat up on my knees, looking down at my arm's. They were harsh colour of red. It didn't help the pain when Harry bent down, grabbing my wrist to pull me back to my feet. I screamed, as my leg's gave out.

"GET UP" He yelled, and I stood shakily to my feet.

"H-Harry...please stop" I whispered, staring at him pleadingly. I felt a stinging sensation on my cheek.

"Shut up" He gritted. I could only nod as I looked toward's my feet. Squeezing my eye's shut at the pain. I could feel him staring at me as I bit my lip, slowly looking up.

"W-Why do you do this to me?" I asked quietly, tensing up as I waited for the next blow. His eye's softened for a split second, and he looked away quickly. Then, he stood up and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me confused.

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  I finished zipping up my suit case and slowly sat down on the bed. My eye's flickered to the long sleeve's of my shirt. With shaking hand's, I pushed up the material so it was just past my elbow's. I winced at the sight. My arm's were still bright red and were blistering in some place's. They were sore as hell too. I ran a hand through my hair, sighing. That had been about four day's ago. He hasn't hurt me in those day's, well let's just say not physically.

"LOUIS" I heard Harry yell from downstair's, snapping me out of my thought's.

"Y-YEA?!" I called down nervously.

"GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE! PAUL'S GONNA BE HERE SOON."

"Coming" I said not very loudly. I stood up shakily, pushing my sleeve's back down. I grabbed my suit case, wincing at the slight pain in my arm's. I made my way downstair's and saw Harry sitting on the couch, his own suitcase by his feet. He glanced up at me, and patted the spot beside him. I walked over cautiously, sitting down stiffly. His arm's slipped around my waist and pulled me into him. I slowly relaxed into his touch, resting my head on his shoulder's. I could feel his finger's running through my hair, pressing his lip's to the top of my head.

"Love you Lou." His breath tickling me, I smiled.

"Love you too." And I meant it, we stayed like this for a while until there was a knocking at the front door. Harry stood up I followed him outside where Paul was waiting. We walked toward's the car and I glanced behind into the house, smiling. The horn sounded and I jumped, looking over to see Paul leaning out of the window.

"Hurry up Louis!" He said, chuckling. I laughed, closing the door and jumped into the car. As usual, I was met with nothing but happy face's. Liam glanced over at me and frowned.

"Listen Lou...I'm sorry about that day...you know...about your friend and all...I just-" I cut him off, shaking my head.

"It's fine Liam." I reassured him, grinning. He nodded, and turned to look out of the window. I yawned, and I found myself leaning back against Harry.

"Tired boo?" He asked resting a hand on my head, his finger's moving slowly. I hummed in response, my eye's closing.

"You guy's are disgustingly, I'm going to be sick" Niall's thick Irish accent rang out loudly.

"At least they aren't kissing" Zayn laughed.

"You mean like this?" Harry asked. I felt my body being moved and I groaned in annoyance. That was until I felt a pair of lip's on my own, making my eye's fly open. I sighed contently closing my eye's at the feeling. My hand's instinctively reached up, tangling themselves in his soft curl's.

"OKAY WE GET IT." Niall yelled. Harry pulled away chuckling, and I smiled at him. This was the Harry that I fell in love with. The cheeky, kind and big-hearted Harry. That Harry that always put everyone behind him for me. That Harry who loved me back.

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LOVE IS GIVING HIM THE POWER TO DESTROY YOU, BUT TRUSTING HIM NOT TO.