DON'T HURT ME DADDY (Harry Styles)

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Two updates today...you lucky people! :)

Harry had been at the hospital for two hours. He had undergone numerous tests and examinations. Swabs taken. The police needed as much evidence against Mitch as possible.

Liam's POV:

We're standing outside the room our little boy is in. Both scared to go inside. Petrified to see him.

I turn the handle, and it opens slowly. I grabbed Lucy's hand and we walk in.

On the clean, white bed, Harry lays, his eyes are closed, he was as white as a ghost. He was hooked up to an IV. I could see bruises on his arms and face.

I didn't notice I was crying, until Lucy brushed her thumb under my eyes.

I looked at her and took a deep breath as we walked towards the bed.

We sat down next to him, Lucy took his hand and rubbed his knuckles, gently.

"He hasn't woken up yet." A voice says from behind me, making me jump. It was the doctor.

"He's been drugged. A high dose of a sedative. It's made his heart race, but it's under control now. I'm not sure when it will wear off."

Lucy was crying. I was trying to hold it in, to be strong.

We didn't bring Louis with us, thought it would be too much.

He went to Mum's house.

"I'm very sorry to tell you.... Harry was raped." The doctor said, his voice shaking.

That was it. We both broke down.  You couldn't hear anything in that room, except for us two crying harder than we ever have done.

How can anyone be so sick? So disgusting? I was sick to my stomach.

"I'm sorry... I.." I started saying, as I felt bile ride in the back of my throat. I got up and ran out of the room to the toilets, where I threw up.

I sat on the floor, next to the loo, and cried. I felt guilty for leaving Lucy.

The door to the toilets opened and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up, it was my Dad.

He picked my up and hugged me. I've never been so happy to see him before.

"Come on son... Lucy and Harry need you." I nodded and we walked back to the room.

"I'm sorry Lucy." I cried.

"It's ok baby." She whispered back.

*****

Harry had slept all day. It was now 10pm and Dad had gone home.

We were told we can have one of the relatives rooms nearby, so we didn't have to leave our baby alone.

At 3am, we were woken by the doctor. We both panicked.

"Harry woke up. Can you come please?" He said.

We jumped out of the bed and rushed up the corridor.

We can hear his screams from outside.

We fly into the room, and Harry looks terrified. He was grabbing his sheets, holding them up to his chin.

He won't let the nurses touch him. He swats their hands away and screams at them.

We rush over to him and Lucy wraps him in her arms.

"Harry baby. It's Mumma and Dadda darling. Don't be scared. It's alright now." She cries as he starts to quieten down slightly.

He eventually tired himself out, and was asleep. Lucy didn't want to let him go.

"Love...lay him down." I whispered. She carefully placed his head on the pillow and tucked him in, kissing his cheek, gently.

I leant down and kissed him too. We sat and watched him for a while. Neither of us wanted to leave him.

*****

Mitch wasn't found.

He had left the cabin hours before the police found Harry.

He had got on a plane on a fake passport, and was currently in Brazil. He had taken on a new identity. It wasn't looking good that he would be found.

*****

I woke up at 6am, not that I got much sleep anyway. I had to keep checking that Harry was there and that he was sleeping.

I have so many bad thoughts racing through my mind.

Will he recover from this?

Will he still love us?

Will he be the same little boy he was before he was taken?

I have a thumping headache. I took some pills a couple of hours ago, but they're not working.

I heard Harry whimper, and I sat by his side.

"It's ok sweetheart, I'm here. We'll always be here for you. We love you so very much." I said quietly.

He opened his eyes, and looked at me. He looked so sad, so lost. The tears started to fall again. But he stayed quiet. He let me hold his cheek, I could feel him push it into my hand.

"We love you so much Harry."

He nodded. Then closed his eyes again.

I rested back into the chair and closed my eyes, but all I could think of was Harry. He'd had tests for STI's and even an aids test. I feel sick just thinking that that monster could've raped him.

What sick, twisted pervert could do that to a defensless, little boy, or anyone for that matter?

Eventually, my brain tires itself out and I fall asleep, praying for better news when I wake again.

So sad. Poor Harry.

Hope this was ok?

Might be more later, see how I feel.

All the love XXX