Chapter 4

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Louis' POV:

I run back to the room at full speed. Once I reach the room, I unlock the door as fast as possible. What am I going to do? How could he do this? Why d-

"Louis?" Liam says, with furrowed eyebrows. "I thought you were going to the café?" He says. "Okay, I lied. I went to see if Harry was okay." I say, already feeling that my cheeks were burning. "It's okay lad, we know you care for him." Zayn says, curled in Liam's lap. I walk over to them and sit in the seat across from them. 

"Okay, I went over there and um, knocked on t-the door. He answered with long trousers and a hoodie on which I thought was strange because it's like 43.3 degrees. (celsius) And then he had makeup on an-" 

"LOUIS." Zayn and Liam say at the same time. "Get to the point Louis, you seem so stressed and you're rambling." Zayn says. 

I guess I was. I take a shaky breath. 

"I saw his wrist Zayn. He has cuts on his fucking wrists." I say, crying now. How could someone so perfect want to do that? How could anyone? I feel so bad for the people that go through that. No one should feel like that. 

Zayn gets up and wraps his arms around me. He smells musky and like cigarettes. It's not the best but I need the comfort.

"H-he had b-bruises Zayn. His-his face." I said, on the edge of hysteria. I always felt strongly about other people's well-beings but never this much. I've never acted like this over one boy. After 3 minutes my sobs die down and Zayn returns to Liam.

"W-w-w-we have to save h-him. Derrick is obviously h-hurting-g him." I say, embarrassed from crying so hard earlier. But they understand. I hope they do. 

"Okay Louis. We will. We have to wait until Derrick leaves again." Liam says. "No! We have to now! Harry answered the door so Derr-dick must be out!" I'm not going to let that cunt come back and hurt Harry again. 

"Louis, we don't know when he's coming back mate, if he comes back while we're trying to get Harry... We'll all be dead." Zayn says leaning into Liam. 

I don't like having to wait. But I will save Harry. 

If only I knew what would happen.


Harry's POV:

I wake up on the lumpy couch, the one I fell asleep on. I look over to the bedroom, where Derrick sleeps. The door is open. He doesn't sleep with the door open. I sigh and walk to the bathroom.

After I brush away my morning breath and run a hand through my curls, I walk into the kitchen. My stomach hurts with hunger at this point. I haven't eaten in 15+ hours so that could be it.

I make myself a plate of scrabbled eggs when I hear a buzz. I jump and run to the door, but no one is there.

What?

I look around the kitchen while the buzzing is still going. His phone.

Derrick's phone is going off.. He never leaves his phone.

Look at it.

Look at it or he dies.

Look at it or Gemma will die.

"FINE!" I shout, I thought it was in my head but it came out of my mouth. Oh well. I pick up the phone and see 20 missed texts and 6 missed calls from someone named Nick. 

Peek Harry.

Look at his phone.

You know you want to.

They're right. He's not here. Why not? 

I pick it up off the counter to be pleasantly surprised that it has no lock. Oh well.

Nick: Hey babe where are you?

Nick: Baby where are you I'm waiting ;)

Nick: Can't wait for you to fill me with your big

I stop reading right there. My eyes burn with tears and I put the phone down. He is cheating on me. I knew it.

Of course he is. 

You're useless.  

Go kill yourself.

The door opens. A pang of fear strikes through me. That cheater. "You cheated." I say. He looks at me with anger. His fists clench. 

"You read my fucking texts? You're not allowed to do that baby boy." He says with an evil smirk on his face. Derrick swings at my face. It stings like hell. This time I fight back. 

I punch him in the eye. That did it. He knee's me in the crotch, making me fall to my knees. He kicks me over and over. Punches, scratches, kicks. 

Then he grabs a knife. 

I can't feel anything, black dots swarm my eyes. 

I hear the door open and a faint scream comes from it before I hear a crack and the world goes black. 



 

HAHA THAT RYMES.

wow this was a really short chapter. 

this is so bad i'm sorry.

please oh please reach out to me if you need to talk about anything at all. 

i love you. i'll always listen to you. 

-Lillian <3 xx

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