DON'T HURT ME DADDY (Harry Styles)

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"WAKE UP YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Des is screaming in Harry's face, as usual. He wishes he would be nice for a change. He ignores him.

"OI...I...SAID...WAKE...UP!" Des shouted, slapping Harry in between words.

"Don't hurt me Daddy!" Harry whimpers. He's said that sentence so many times in his short lifetime, he still does it though.

Harry always has at least one bruise somewhere on his frail malnourished body. His skeleton is easily visible, he is the size of a 4 year old, despite being 7.

"GET UP FUCKHEAD!" Des has lost his patience now and Harry is scared of what's to come.

He pulled Harry into the garden. It was February. It was freezing cold. Harry was wearing a t shirt and shorts, nothing on his feet.

He threw him into the nettles, stinging him all over. Harry screamed. Des leaned over him and shoved his face into them.

Harry was hyperventilating. Screaming through the pain.

"Stop it Daddy! Please stop!" Harry cried, Des laughed.

Eventually, he got bored, and let go of the inconsolable boy.

As he walked back indoors he yelled... "OH HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU LITTLE FUCKER!" Laughing as he slammed the door behind him, and he clicked the lock.

Harry was trapped outside, cold, afraid, alone and in a hell of a lot of pain.

He dragged himself out of the nettles towards the door, he tried the handle, locked, just as he thought. He slipped down the door and burst into tears.

He hates his life so much. But he knew of nothing else.

He'd never been shown any love or affection. Never been kissed or cuddled. Never had friends. Never played with toys. Never had a decent meal. Or a cosy bed. All he had were parents who didn't give a shit, a dirty bedroom, and nothing to look forward to.

He'd been sat, propped up against the door for two hours. It was now dark outside. He kept hearing scary noises. He was so very cold.

He started banging lightly on the door, hoping his Daddy would be kind enough to let him in.

Ten minutes later, Harry was still knocking, when suddenly the door was unlocked and swung open, Harry falling inside, scrambling past Des to get into the warmth.

"WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" he grabbed Harry by his t shirt and yanked him backwards.

Des was about to throw him back outside, but something inside him realised just what a state his son was in. He took pity on the boy, who was freezing, that he was as cold as ice.

So, he dragged him upstairs, filled the bath with hot water and threw Harry in it.

Harry screamed, the heat from the bath, which wasn't that hot, mixed with the ice cold of his body made him pass out.

Although Des loathed the boy...he didn't want to be done for murdering him, so he pulled him out of the bath, wrapped him in a dirty towel and put him on Harry's bed. He checked he was still breathing, then left.

*****

Harry woke suddenly, running out of the room, gagging.

"Harry!" Lucy called as she ran after him. She found him in the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet.

"Oh my god Harry! What's wrong!" She was worried at his sudden sickness.

He was sick again, before leaning back into Lucy's embrace. He was crying uncontrollably. Tears were soaking Lucy's top.

She rubbed his back, trying to calm him. Liam appeared in the doorway.

"Is he alright? He's not ill again is he?"

"I don't know... Harry love, do you feel poorly.

Harry shook his head. It was true that he felt bad, but it was from the nightmare he just woke from.

He remembered that day as clear as anything. He would've given anything for a hug from his parents. Just a little bit of love or attention.

Lucy picked Harry up off of the floor and carried him to his room. Louis was sat on his bed, reading.

"Mum, what's wrong? Is he sick?"

"I don't know love. Harry what happened?"

"B-Bad dream. D-Daddy hurt me bad!" Harry was hysterical.

Louis ran over to Harry's bed and sat next to him, holding his hand.

"It's ok now. He won't hurt you again." Louis promised. He hoped that would be true, time will tell.

They sat on the bed for an hour or so. Harry was extremely brave, as he told Lucy and Louis about what his Daddy did that awful day.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that, darling, you didn't deserve any of that." Lucy cuddled the boy.

Harry had stopped crying, he'd tired himself out.

"How about, I go make you both a hot chocolate, with some cookies and you can watch a movie on your iPad?" Lucy asked. They both smiled and nodded.

Lucy got up and left the room, as Harry scooted closer to Louis, who put his arm around the smaller boy. Harry rested his head on Louis' chest.

Once they got their drinks and cookies, they had to choose a film. Louis let Harry pick. He liked the look of finding Nemo, so that was what they'd watch.

"After the film, come down and we'll cut your cake Harry." They nodded, Harry had forgotten it was his birthday.

Turns out Harry's new favourite film is finding Nemo! 🐠

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Sorry i forgot to put the flashback in italics. I remembered half way through...ooops!

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