ouch. ➵ larry stylinson

Chapter 3

Harry's POV:

My mind keeps wandering to Louis as I make dinner for Derrick. I'm going to skip dinner today. I'm starving, but... The voices won't let me. It's okay though. I need to lose weight.

I hear the door open and run over to it. Derrick's home! I love Derrick. I just hopes he loves me.

He doesn't

You don't deserve love.

He takes off his shoes in the middle of the hallway and I rush over to fix them. I stay home to cook and clean and he works. I wish I could go to school or get a job. This is for the best.

I run to give him a hug, he smells like alcohol. 

Oh no.

"Get off of me whore!" He spits at me. I flinch and run back to the table where his dinner is. He walks over to me and punches me in the face. I fall to the floor, my nose gushing blood. 

He takes the chance to kick me in the ribs, I cry in pain. He continues to kick me until I'm bruised all over. 

I start to scream. 

Maybe this time people will hear me.

Maybe this time I'll be saved.

One more kick and my screams stop. 

Everything stops. 

He leaves.

I lay there. Vision blackening. I can't hear anything. Everything is blurry. I try to sit up and can't.

Kill yourself.

You don't deserve to live.

There's a razor in the drawer.

Do it.

I try and get up but can't. So I do what I do best, nothing. I lay there and do nothing until the world turns to black.

Louis' POV:

As I'm playing Uno with Liam and Zayn, the walls shake and a huge bang came from next door. "Oh shit, what was that?" I say, heading towards the door. I feel a large tug on my arm, Liam pulls me back. 

"Don't Louis." He says, his eyes wide. "What? Why?" Why can't I see what's going on? It sounds like something bad is happening. 

"It's nothing, if you ask what's going on, Derrick will hurt you." Liam says. What on earth is going on? "I should know, he broke my nose last time I asked, then explained in explicit detail his sex life." Zayn says from the other room.

"What a dick." I say, returning to the couch. I hope Harry's okay. 

Harry's POV:

When I wake up, I'm still on the floor. 

Where you should be.

No one loves you.

The voices got worse. Of course they have. They always get worse. Everything gets worse. 

I look around the apartment for Derrick. He must have went to work. I check the clock. 14:46. Damn it. I've been out for over 5 hours. 

My body hurts. Mainly my ribs. I don't think they're broken but they are definitely bruised. I walk over to the bathroom to see the damage.

Bruises on my cheek, my arms, my legs, and the worst is my stomach. 

I throw on a hoodie when the door is knocked on. I put on some makeup for my cheek and go over to the door, hoping it's not Derrick.  

Instead, I see a pair of bright blue eyes looking back at me. "Hello Harry! I'm Louis, we met yesterday." He says with a cheeky grin on his face. I try to smile back, only to have a sharp pain go through my face. 

I hiss in pain and my hand goes up to my face, my sleeve falling down, exposing my scars from 2 days ago. Shit. Louis seems to see them so I remove my hand and tug my sleeves down again. "What?" I say in a little voice. I wish I sounded manly like Derrick. 

His cheeks turn pink and he looks away. "I, uh, just wanted to say hi." He says turning away and walking back to his apartment. 

I close the door. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

No one is supposed to know about my scars. No one. I'm not even supposed to answer the door unless it's Derrick. I'm such a fuck up. I can't do anything right. 

Worthless.

Screw up.

No one loves you whore.

They're right. they always are. I sit on the couch and watch the clock until 16:00 comes up. I get up to make dinner. Not for me of course. For Derrick. He comes home around 18:30.

He deserves better.

He doesn't need you.

He's probably cheating on you anyways.

"No he's not." I say in a whisper over and over. Maybe if I say it enough, I'll believe it. I finally get the thought of him cheating out of my head and continue with his dinner.

That is, until he didn't come home. 

I waited. 

And waited.

Until it was 22:00. I got up with a sigh and threw away the meal I made for my boyfriend. I wish things were how they were. When he would take me on cute dates, and bring me flowers. He says I deserve this though. 

I guess I do. I just really hope I don't run into that Louis boy again.

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i got my first reader today!!! 

that is who this chapter is dedicated to!

i love your comments so much love. you really inspired me to keep writing. 

sorry this is so short, the next one will be longer.

-Lillian xx