Silent Life

7- Age: 18 years old

7- Age: 18 years old ll Louis Tomlinson

“Okay so let me get this straight? You were eight years old when your mum was killed in a car crash?” Harry asked.

I nodded to confirm his speculations. He sighed and pulled me closer, placing his head on top of mine, and kissing it. I smiled at his little gesture, and hugged him tighter. We have been sitting in bed with our pajama bottoms and white beaters on all day. We have been chilling and only getting up to get more popcorn and use the restroom. Everything seemed to be going well until Harry’s phone rang.

As he picked up the phone, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes looked distant. I hung onto him, not letting go of him once. He mumbled a few words here and there, answering questions when needed, and nodding probably not noticing that they can’t see him. Towards the end of the phone call, the phone slipped through his hand, and on the bed, and it’s like he froze. I waved my hand in his face, tapped his shoulder a few times, and even kissed his cheek trying to get his attention, but nothing worked.

I was beginning to give up, but a sudden whimper changed my mind. I looked down and saw that Harry had finally thawed out, and his eyes looked lost and sad. Tears were streaming down his face and his whimpers became louder and louder soon turning into sobs. I placed his head on my chest and held him there, holding his body to mine as well. I was standing on my knees and he was sitting on the bed, but I didn’t mind. It was all about him right now and nothing else.

He was sobbing and breathing hard, hiccuping every now and then, but what he did next surprised me. He pulled from my grasp slowly and walked over to my desk and grabbed the lap, and slammed it onto the floor of my room, taking us into complete darkness. A gasp escaped my mouth, and my hand came up to where my heart was, and a tear escaped my eye. I slowly crawled off the bed and over to Harry and hesitantly wrapped my arms around his waist, slowly tightening them afraid that if I go to fast he will lose it again.

“Why?” he asked as I felt the tears pour onto my forehead.

I looked up at him confused and I saw him look down at me. His green eyes that used to be full of life and happy all the time are now dull and empty. I don’t know anything about his past, and right now I am afraid that I don’t want to know anymore.

“Why me? I don’t know why I deserved this. What the hell did I do?!” he yelled as he held onto me tighter.

I hugged him tighter as well, holding him and never letting go. I pressed a kiss to his clothed chest and that seemed to calm him down slowly. I put my hand on his neck and pulled him down to me and placed my lips on his, kissing him slowly and tenderly. I placed everything that I seemed to feel about him into the kiss. Nothing less. Nothing more. He pulled away from me, and looked me in the eye. He opened his mouth and closed it, doing this motion over and over again until he figure out what he had to say.

“Louis, I have to tell you something.”

Age: 18 years old ll Harry Styles

He looked at me in fear. I don’t really know how this day turned to all about me, but I might as well tell him why I am on the topic. I grabbed his hand and went over to the bed and sat down, pulling him down next to me. I placed my hands in my lap and sighed deeply before opening my mouth, and revealing the past that I have had covered up for so long.

“First, I don’t want you to ask any question until I am finished. No interruptions, and no questions okay?” I say as I look him in his eyes.

He nodded and that’s when I knew that I could tell him.

“Okay, so when I was about ten, my mum got married to a guy named Robin. He is now my stepfather and he lived with me and my mum. Until that day happened. It was like I could never go back to that day without reliving it. I could never go a day, or a second after everything that day happened without thinking about it, or having nightmares about it. It was always there. To make matters worse, the one who caused it lived under the same roof.” I say as I feel the tears begin to build in my eyes.

“He came home one day, and I was sitting on the couch with a friend of mine, just chilling and watching some telly. Of course my friend was a guy and Robin always had a problem with me having all of these guy friends, but my mom loved them. Anyways, Robin had just came home and we were watching telly and talking about our day at school, when everything just turned. He came over to me and my friend whose name was Niall and started asking questions.” I say, a tear falling from my eye.

“He asked all of them about Niall and I. Asking if I fancied Niall, or if I had some kind of unfriendly liking to him. I of course answered all of them no, afraid that if I say yes that I will lose my only friend that I had. But of course, Robin didn’t believe me, so he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and drug me upstairs and threw me in my room. I looked up after I pulled myself up off the floor and saw that everything was messed up and all of my notebooks were on the floor and all the pages that had to do with Niall were opened up and plastered all over the walls. I looked over at Niall and I told him it’s not what he thinks, but he didn’t believe me. He shook his head at me, told me I was disgusting, and left. I haven’t seen him since that day.

But later that night after Niall had left, and we had eaten dinner and everything, Robin came into my room and..and-” I paused not being able to go on with it.

I felt myself begin to cry hard, and my nose and eyes started to sting. I took deep breaths and looked over at him and pulled him into a hug and then pulled away, calm enough to finish my story.

“Later that night, he came into my room a while after Niall had left and we had dinner and everything and he crawled over my body, and held my hands above my head, covering my mouth and threatening me. He said that if I called for my mum, he would kill her in front of me, and then kill me. There was nothing I could do, so I just kept quiet and didn’t dare say anything to him. I knew he was serious and that he wasn’t playing. He tied my hands to the headboard and….and he-” I paused again.

I couldn’t say it, I just couldn’t say anything about it. Thinking about it hurts me, and I just can’t bear to say anything else about it. But I had already started, I have to finish now.

“He raped me. He raped me that night, and ever since then, I have been wary about people touching me. But there is something comforting about your touch. But anyway, for about five years after that, I didn’t talk. I never spoke, never. It wasn’t until the day that he was caught and arrested that I began to speak again. I was afraid that while he was out that if I was to speak, that he would kill me. But when he was locked up, I slowly began to speak again.” I say.

To: Harry

From: Louis

So what happened just then on the phone??

I looked up at him and tears began to fall from my eyes again.

“He was just released, and now I have that fear in me again. I can’t avoid him. He will find me no matter what.” I spoke.

I was about to keep talking, but a text interrupted me. Louis furrowed his eyebrows, knowing that it wasn’t him, and came over to my side and looked at the phone.

From: Unknown

To: Harry

Your mum’s dead, now it’s your turn.

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