shorts || h.s.

4 days after

Eleanor climbed in to bed next to Louis, huffing loudly for his attention.

"Yes, dear?" He laughed.

"She's actually asleep!" Eleanor smiled. It's not that El was aggravated with Connor, it's just that Eleanor didn't understand what Connor was going through, no matter how much she tried to be understanding. Sometimes, Eleanor thought she was going through more than Connor was.

"That's good! You don't think she will . . . ." He trailed off.

"She will what?"

"I don't wanna jinx it," Louis smiled. She laughed for a split second.

"You know what really sucks about this?" Eleanor whispered after a few minutes.

"Besides the fact that Harry scarred her for life, and she will probably never be able to go on a single date again?" Louis deadpanned. It wasn't funny.

"Yeah, but, the fact that he screwed us all over. We are still cleaning up his messes. I'm caring for Connor, which I don't mind, but you know. Plus, we have all this legal shit on our shoulders, and the media is going to eat this up, even more once they find out what really happened. It's just completely awful. I hate him," she shook her head and tucked herself under the covers.

Louis only hummed in response, afraid to let tears fall on Harry's account. His best friend has messed up so bad that he couldn't even let himself cry over it.

They whispered I love you's and Goodnight's to each other before heavily falling asleep.

Connor, fast asleep in the other room, was having a nightmare after fully closing her eyes for the first time since the incident.

It was first Zayn, and then Niall, but also Louis, all coming at her with smirks on their faces. Soon enough, it was every man she had ever met or set eyes on in her entire life, walking at her laying innocently on the bed. She had no idea what was going on. Liam suddenly appeared at her side and tied her hands to the bed. Every man in the room went to her side and laid a single finger upon her body.

Harry began to emerge from the darkest corners of the room. He was adorned in an orange jumpsuit and his hair was to the middle of his back. His face was greasy and he looked like he hadn't bathed in years.

He started sweet talking her and begging for forgiveness. Tears streamed down her face, and she gasped for breath every time he stepped closer. She tried to scream at him, but Liam clamped his hand over her mouth.

"It'll hurt a little less this time," he smirked, his disgusting yellow teeth showing.

She shoot up out of bed, screams still escaping her mouth. Tears were everywhere, and slobber and snot was all over her pillow. Eleanor came rushing into the room, pushing Louis to stay out.

"Con?" El shakily asked.

Her thoughts traveled a million miles a minute, yet she couldn't conjure a single word. Eleanor just rubbed her back until she fell back asleep, dreamless.

At this same time at night, Harry was leaned up against the cement wall of his holding cell. He was repeatedly banging his head against the wall, hating himself more and more every second.

When Anne visited him, it had knocked all the sense back into him. He felt a sense of awakening, like he was stuck in a dream state and she was waking him up. Just like Monday mornings when she would shake him awake to get ready for school. He knew what he had done.

"Fuck!" He yelled, hitting his head as hard as he could against the wall. He wanted to die, just like everyone wanted him to. It wouldn't make a difference, everyone would be happier if he did die. And Harry Styles was all about pleasing people.

"Styles! You're keeping everyone awake! Just go to bed!" The guard yelled from the end of the hall.

"I can't sleep! I raped my fucking sunshine you asshole!" He screamed at the guard, his throat became sore and a lump took over his throat.

"I'm not the asshole here, Styles," the guard laughed, clicking his tongue.

so this I think a few things are important. Harry thinks of his mum as Anne, and not his mother. why do you think he does that? He also calls Connor his sunshine, which could still be true, but in these situations, is he allowed? She can still be the only source of positivity he has, but does he have the right to even keep just a little bit of her in his heart?