Love Heals All Wounds- Larry Stylinson Fanfic

[A/N] Oh god yes i know another book :P I get bored easily okay? :P This book i just needed to write, it was so tempting so i did it!:) This is just a short intro chapter to the book, so its not long, but still very important to read, so please enjoy, and if i get good feedback then maybe i will continue this book, if not then oh well,:)

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The pain seared trough his jaw as a hard clenched fist connected with it, knocking the poor curly haired boy to the floor with a whimper escaping his lips. “Harry you worthless cunt! Where the fuck were you!” Harry Styles was 18 years old, probably one of the sweetest types people anyone would meet, he was always nice, he smiled a lot, and he was funny, well that was only a mask for his pain.

“I-I was at a f-friends house!” Harry attempted to explain without stutters or tears, but it didn’t work, his tears flowed down his pink cheeks and his voice cracked while his stomach was swirling with fear.

“Bull shit!” Harry’s boyfriend shouted. Nick was his name, Nick used to be loving and caring, he used to be the most caring man in the world to Harry, but then one day he changed somehow, and Harry didn’t understand why. Nick soon started to beat Harry, and Harry was shocked over it that day, and he sat there starring blankly at a wall ahead shocked someone who his heart beaded for would go and hurt him physically and mentally.

“I-I was!” Harry fought back with a hoarse dry attempt of a strong tone. Nick scowled down at Harry, he hated it when Harry would talk to him like that, try to defend himself, or insult him back.

“What the fuck are you doing using that tone with me!” Harry’s eyes immediately closed shut when he saw the familiar fist fly towards his stomach. Once the hard hand hit his gut, Harry coughed losing the air in his lungs; his skin stung and throbbed surely there was going to be a new bruise in that area where many others were.

“I’m sorry!” Harry squeaked out, and tried to shield his face with his slightly bony hands but failed in his attempt in defense when the fist was shot to his cheek, and Harry practically screamed in pain when he felt it hit him, he let out a broken cry.

“Stupid excuse for a boyfriend” Nick spat then spun away on a heel, making his way upstairs. The pain, throbbing and stinging wasn’t new for Harry; he felt is almost every day, every night, although even if he felt the pain every single day, it never seemed to lessen.

Struggling Harry weakly lifted his aching frame off the floor, grunting when he felt the sharp pains in his stomach when he moved. Harry carried himself to the bathroom, when opening the door immediately going to look at his reflection in the mirror. Harry gasped seeing his bleeding cheek, some dry blood around it although there was still some red liquid running out of the cut, he touched it lightly and winced, and then and there he knew it was going to be turn into a bruise. Harry could already see the blue tint forming around his cheek. Harry sighed and dampened a face cloth, running it under warm water then dabbing the material onto his wound, face scrunching up every now and again at the stinging sensation he got.

Harry stripped off his slightly torn up clothes, and ran a warm bath for himself like how he did most days, just as an attempt to make his pain throb less through his body. Harry slowly sunk into the water; eyes instinctively fluttering closed at the warm blanket of water surrounding his body soothed him.

Harry was content, sitting there and letting his worry’s float away in the water, just laying there thinking of nothing. Harry would usually come to take baths, go to the local bakery or go to the park after beatings, only because those three things were what calmed him the most, made him feel happy.

After about an hour Harry decided to get out of the bath, seeing that the water had a bit of a pinkish tint to it as his cut on his hip from the day before Nick had given him started to bleed while he was in the bath. Harry let out a long breath and let the water drain, swirling down the pipes.

Cold and wet Harry pulled a towel off the rack and wrapped the white fabric around his skinny waist, and dried his hair with a extra towel, then opened the door going to his and Nicks bedroom, Harry was sure Nick would be asleep, and just as he predicted he was asleep with a remote grasped in his hand.

A few years ago, this sight would have made Harry coo in an adoring way, made his stomach flutter with butterflies, his cheeks tint pink with the cute sight, but that didn’t do that to him now. Now seeing this made Harry whimper, tears brim his perfect green eyes and his lip pout out a tad, scared and terrified of the thing he called his boyfriend.

Harry pulled on boxers and a tank top, and then got in bed beside Nick, he took hold of his longer pillow, and hugged it close to his chest, snuggling his face into it wishing it was a real body of someone who loved him, wishing it was the body of a boy who understood him, and loved him for himself, who wanted him to be happy, who wanted to make him laugh and never cry. Harry felt a tear slide down his cheek across his face, and finally landing onto the pillow, Harry sniffled and bit back the tears, forcing himself to sleep, to not cry hysterically about his life while the one who made it hell was right there beside him.