✔️STRONG [L.S]

[11]

{LOUIS POV}

*May 21st, 2014*

   I didn't know how long I laid there. And to be honest, I could have cared less. I could have laid there for minute's, hour's, I didn't know. I hadn't moved either. I didn't want to. I didn't have the will to anymore. At one point I heard someone knocking at the door, but I didn't answer. I just laid there. Another time I heard my phone ringing, then Harry's. But I didn't answer. I just laid there. And here I was again, listening to the continuous pounding on the door.

   "LOUIS! HARRY! OPEN UP!" Liam yelled. I could hear the fear and worry that was laced within it. But I didn't care. I just laid there.

  "ARE YOU GUY'S OKAY?" Paul's voice rang out next. I knew they were scared that something happened to Harry and I. But I didn't care. I just laid there.

   "I'm going to get an extra key card." An Irish accent said hurriedly, followed by rushed footstep's down the hall. Several minute's passed before I heard the unmistakeable sound of the door being locked.

   "Harry? Lo- OH MY GOD LOUIS!!!" Paul rushed over to me, the boy's and Lou [Our Hair Stylist] right behind him. Their eye's wide. I knew they saw the blood that was behind me. I hadn't seen it, but I could feel it. I didn't care though. I just laid there.

   "Call the police. NOW." Then he turned toward's Zayn and Niall.

   "Get a blanket, hot washcloth, boxer's and a pair of new sweat pant's. Go." The two rushed off, and I stared up at Paul and Lou, seeing the tear's in their eye's.

   "Who did this to you? Where's Harry?" He asked. I just shook my head, not wanting to talk about. Lou suddenly looked at Paul.

   "You don't think Harry..." She trailed off, glancing at me. I just shook my head. I knew I was crazy, not wanting Harry to get in trouble. But I just couldn't let that happen to him. I still loved him. Even though he obviously didn't love me. Her gaze softened.

   "I don't know what I was thinking. Of course he wouldn't." She whispered. Zayn and Niall rushed back over to us, the item's Paul asked for in their hand's. He grabbed the washcloth, and I realised what he was going to do. I started to sob. Lou immediately placed my head in her lap, finger's raking through my hair.

   "Shh sweetie it's okay....it's okay.." she cooed into my ear. I felt used and humiliated as Paul wiped my lower area clean of blood. Then he slipped the boxer's and sweat-pant's up my leg. My dignity was so far gone by this point that I didn't protest as Paul picked me up, carrying me to the couch. He wrapped the blanket around my shaking my body. My cries had quieted down, but silent tear's trailed down my cheek's. He kneeled in front of the couch, watching me with watery eye's.

   "Louis.." He began softly.

   "You need to tell us who did this to you? And where Harry went?" He said, his voice calm and steady. I just shook my head. Suddenly, I heard quick footstep's.

   "HARRY! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" Paul yelled, turning to face the door. My gaze slowly drifted up, and I froze as my eye's met Harry's.

   "I-I took a walk. What's going on?"

   "The police are on their way here." Harry tensed up, his mouth opening and closing.

   "I-I..." He took a step backward's. Paul leaned forward.

   "Louis was raped.." He whispered so I wouldn't hear. But I did. My breath came out rapidly as I remembered every single detail of what happened. Every sound, touch, word. I plugged my ear's, letting out a blood curdling scream.