My Famous Boyfriend

6

Harry's P.O.V.:

A few weeks had past, and I had barely seen or heard from Louis, other then in English where he flat out ignored me, pretending that I didn't exist. I didn't know what was going on, I thought we were getting along quite nicely when I had come over all those weeks ago. A few days ago, I had decided to text him, and ask him if I had done anything wrong.

Harry: hey lou

Harry: i haven't seen you in a while wanna hang out?

Louis: go away harry

Harry: why are you mad at me? did I do something?

Louis: i said go away i really don't want to talk to you

After that, I had pretty much given up, but I still talked to Niall and Liam sometimes. 

Louis' P.O.V.:

"Come on Louis, talk to him." Niall bugged me.

I groaned. "For the last time, Niall, I can't!"

He suddenly turned serious. "Louis, you've only known him for a few weeks, and only really talked to him for a day. What on Earth could he have done?"

"It's not his fault really." I mumbled. I couldn't keep anything from Niall.

"What do you mean?" he pressed me.

I sighed. "You know what? Call Liam, and I'll tell you both everything."

An hour later, both Niall and Liam were in my living room, and I was explaining the whole situation.

Flashback:

The day after the dinner, I was walking to my English class when Taylor walked up to me, phone in hand, and a horrible smirk on her face.

"Louis, I want you to stay away from Harry. He's mine. Besides, who would like a fag like you?" she said.

"Shut up, Taylor. I don't have to listen to you." I kept walking but she blocked my path.

"Oh, but I think you do." She waved her phone in front of my face. 

This caught my interest, and I grabbed her phone to see what she was showing me. What I saw made me almost faint on the spot. It was a sex tape, my sex tape.

"W-where did you get this?" I stuttered.

She merely smiled. "Don't you worry about that. But, if you don't want this all over the school, stay away from Harry."

With that, she walked away, leaving me breathless in the hallway.

End of flashback.

"A sex tape?!" Liam yelled.

I flinched.

"Sorry, mate, just... why do you have a sex tape? And with who?"

I gave them a look, and they knew exactly who.

My ex-boyfriend, Adam. I met Adam in Year 10, at the age of 14, and we became best friends. Eventually, we decided to date, and we dated for a long time, almost a year and a half. We even moved into an apartment together. At the end of our relationship, however, he started to become distant and cold, giving less hugs and kisses like usual, and going out to drink more and calling me up, drunk out of his mind, and usually very angry. On top of that, he had sexually abused me. It started slow; one night he went out for a drink with his friends and came home very drunk and a little high. At this point I had enough of his drinking, and I told him I was leaving him if he didn't stop. 

Flashback:

I sat in the living room, becoming increasingly worried. It was past 3 a.m. and Adam still hadn't returned. It was usual for him to be out late, but he was usually home by 1 or 2. Just then, the door banged open, and I jumped up in surprise.

"Adam!" I walked over to him, and was immediately hit with the stench of alcohol. I grimaced. "How much did you drink?"

He ignored me and shoved his way past me into the kitchen. I sighed, closing me eyes for a few moments, before deciding what I had to do. I walked into the kitchen, and cleared my throat.

"What now?" Adam sneered. "God, you are so needy!"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. 

"If you don't stop drinking, I am going to break up with you." I mumbled.

Adam narrowed his eyes at me. "What did you just say?"

I looked up at his bloodshot eyes, and spoke again. "If you don't stop drinking, I will break up with you. I love you, Adam, but this is getting out of hand. Can't you see how much this is hurting me? I-"

I was suddenly cut off as Adam's fist came in contact with my jaw. He had hit me. I stumbled back into the wall with a yell of pain and surprise.

After that, Adam had spent the entire night trying to make me feel better, and he even promised to stop drinking. A week or two went by, and I started to believe things had changed. Things were starting to go back to normal, I was beginning to be happy again. But then, just as things were getting better, Adam came home again drunk out of his mind, and very angry.

"Louis! Where are you?" he roared.

At this point, I didn't really know what was going on, so I came into the living room where he stood, very confused. He grabbed me, his eyes wide and bloodshot, and his breath reeking, again.

That night, I went to bed crying me eyes out, bruises already forming on my neck and chest.

After that, things only became worse. He made me starve myself, claiming that I was too fat, and that he was ashamed to be seen with me. I wasn't allowed to go out with my friends anymore, he said he didn't trust me enough to be with other people by myself. If I did something he didn't like, he would punish me.

I listened to him and let him because I loved him, and I believed that he still loved me. However, the longer this went on, the less stable I became. I began to believe his words, and resorted to self-harm. This was how Liam found me, curled up in my bedroom, sobbing, with bruises on my face, and cut wrists. He made me leave Adam, and I moved back home. I was a wreck at first, waking up in the middle of the night screaming his name. But over time, with the help of my family and my two best friends, I slowly began to heal. 

End of flashback.

"Louis?" I jerked me head up, not realizing how long I had been silent. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know if I can do this Niall." I whispered before everything went black.