Abused by my Security Guard

Chapter 6

Harry was so sore after last nights beating, this was the worst beating John has ever given him. The bruises were bigger and darker, they were spread on more of his body, and they were more painful. He was even more scared of John and was doing everything he wanted just so he wouldn't beat him again. He was currently getting ready for another show of his tour, and his makeup artists were struggling to cover the bruises on Harry's face.
He could see them giving him worried looks, but he couldn't tell them what caused the bruises he just couldn't. So Harry told them a lie, he couldn't risk what John would do to him if he told anyone about the beatings. This was the lie he told everyone that gave him a worried look.

"I fell down the stairs at a friends house that lives around here, I'm really clumsy but I'm working on getting my balance better."

Everyone believed his lie, which he didn't get why. They didn't even seem at all skeptical when he told the lie. But he knew there were certain people that wouldn't believe his lie, and those people would be his mom and his band mates/ best friends. They knew him too well to believe his lie. He would be going home to see them once the tour is over, and he's scared of their reaction when they see him covered in bruises.
Harry vows to listen to John more so that the beatings stop, but that's hard when he gets mad over everything that you do. John is always telling Harry that he never does anything right, like right now on his tour bus when he was told to make Johns bed.

"Harry you can't do anything right! It's not that fucking hard to make a bed!"

"I I'm sorry John I'm doing it the way you showed me."

"Well you are still doing it wrong! You are so worthless! I can't believe you still have a job in the music industry being the way you are!"

"I would do better if you would stop yelling at me over everything that I do."

"What did you just say to me? Did you just back talk to me!?"

That was a mistake, and Harry knew that as soon as the words left his mouth. And it was confirmed when John picked him up and threw him against the wall. Harry's head smacking the wall hard, he yelled in agony as he held his head, tears in his eyes at the pain pulsing in his head. Harry covered his face when John ran over to him and started punching and kicking him.

"Don't talk back to me ever again Harry! You are such a dumbass! I'm trying to make you into a better version of yourself but you keep disobeying me! You are such a worthless piece of shit! I can't believe you are as famous as you are the way you act!"

"I I'm sorry John I I won't talk back again I swear!"

The beating just kept getting worse and Harry was left in total shock when John grabbed a glass cup and threw it at Harry, the glass shattering into little shards and cutting up the skin on Harry's head. Harry screamed in agony, holding his head where the cup hit. He could feel the blood dripping down his face as the pain pulsed in his head.
John gave Harry one final hard kick to his stomach and left him alone to cry in absolute pain.
Harry sobbed his heart out on the floor, head bleeding and body in agony. He couldn't take another beating he just couldn't. He just didn't know what to do to get them to stop. Everything Harry did was wrong according to John, even if he did everything the way he was asked to do.
Finally after sobbing on the floor for who knows how long, Harry knew that he had to tell someone. He just couldn't handle another beating, it's getting to be more than he can handle. They are getting so bad that the fans are beginning to notice the bruises covering Harry's battered body.
Harry doesn't want his fans to worry about him, they deserve to see him happy and healthy, not battered, bruised and depressed. They have never worried about him as much as they are right now. He doesn't want them to worry, he doesn't want the beatings to continue to happen, he just wants it all to stop.
Harry knows that the fans will get even more worried about him if he continues to get more bruises and broken bones. So he calls the first person on his mind as he bites his fingernails in worry. He cries quietly as he waits for them to answer the phone. He sighs in relief when the person answers the phone on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"H hi Louis, um I have to tell you something"