☁️Messages between a broken boy☁️

☁️Part 15☁️

⚠️Trigger Warning- sexual assault and abuse⚠️

*Next Monday*

Louis: Me and my friend are ready meet us at the coffee shop

Nick: Yeah sure mate but I got a question do you want me to bring Harry or what??

Louis: Yeah you can if you want and make sure he's wearing a short skirt and something else to make him look hot

Nick: Do not worry lad I can do that for you 😉

Louis pov

I turned my phone off and got ready to meet Harry for the first time. I walked out of my apartment and got into my car.

I started to head towards Zayn's street while thinking about what Harry would react and behave about this situation.

I stopped outside Z house and press the horn twice signalling I was outside. I saw him jogging to the car with his sunglasses on and showing off his tattoo arms.

"Hello, dickhead." Zayn said while getting the care. "Hello, bitch. We are meeting Nick and Harry at the coffee shop," I answered back.

Around 12:34 pm we finally arrived. We walked in and saw two lads sitting in the back of the coffee shop. I was about to speak up until so interrupted by some saying my name."Louis over here" I presume Nick called out.

That when I saw Harry look up at me with his beautiful sea-green eyes starting into my ocean blue eyes. I could see his body shaking on the spot."Is this the Harry you been talking about?" Zayn whispered to me. I nodded back and stared back down at Harry.

"Harry what have I told you about staring at people." Nick snapped. "S-sorry" he whispered and looked down at his lap. "Lads sit down and let's have a chat." nick told us.

Zayn sat right next to Harry so I only had the option to sit next to Nick. I rolled my eyes at a smirking Zayn. It was a little awkward at first no-one said anything until a gasped was heard.

I and Nick snapped our heads in the direction of the gasp. "He's wearing a skirt and fucking panties," Zayn smirked. "Yeah well, Louis told me that he should wear something like that." nick said smugly.

I looked down at the table avoiding eye contact with the curly boy. "You got so much fucking good ideas it's incredible," Z exclaimed. Zayn and Nick kept carrying on a conversation and I was just nodding my head until u heard the smaller boy speaks up "Please d-do n-not t-touch me, please"

Then there was a silence covering the atmosphere. From the corner of my eye, I could see Nick getting angry. I turned my head to see Harry trying to sink his self smaller into the sit while Zayn was trying to move his hand closer up to his skirt.

"Harry shut the fuck and let him do what he wants," Nick said lowly for only the four of them to hear. Harry shook his head no causing Nick to slam his fist on the table. "Lads follow me," Nick said while grabbing Harry's arm and pulling him out the booth and the coffee shop.

I stood there shocked because of what just happened until I felt Zayn pulling me out of the warm coffee house and into the cold air. I didn't realise where we were until I heard shouting and small cries.

I looked down the alleyway and saw Nick punching Harry in the stomach causing him to groan." He deserves this because he shouldn't have made it into a big deal about me touching him" Zayn pipped up and walked toward the two people.

I moved closer letting my feet drag themselves towards them as I witness Harry been slapped in the face. "Now Harry I am going to let these people here take care of you" he smiled while looking towards us.

Zayn didn't hesitate and move toward the curly lad. While I stepped back with Nick. "Aw it's okay baby boy no need to cry, sweetheart everything will be okay" Z whispered.

I watched as Harry looked down and didn't reply or attempt to move. However, I saw Zayn's hand move up towards his thighs and into his skirt.

I heard Harry whimper while Nick the Bitch was laughing at the scene unfolding in front of him. Harry turned his head and looked into my eyes with his pleading eyes wanting me to do something but I couldn't.

I just watch Zayn rub himself on Harry's clothed crotch and sucking down on Harrys fairly light skin. Zayn moaned at the friction and pleasure he was getting but back off and turned his head and looked. "It's your turn now Louis" he smirked.

My eyes widen as I watch Harry sliding down the brick wall and crying into his knees. The whole of his small frame shaking all over the place. "HARRY GET THE FUCK RIGHT NOW YOU SLUT!" Nick shouted.

I didn't understand how people didn't hear him but the curly boy did not move and carried on crying until Nick the fucker pushed passed and pulled Harry by the hair to make him stand up.

He let outcry of pain and tried to grab Nick's hand to get it out of his hair. "NOW IT'S LOUIS' TURN EITHER YOU LIKE IT ARE NOT YOU PUSSY" he shouted and let go of his hair.

Nick moved out my way and I made my way closer to Harry seeing tears rolling down his eyes. I stared into his eyes and all I could see was fear, pain, tiredness and sadness.

I snapped out of it when I put my hand on his waist causing him to jump a little. I could hear Zayn and Nick mumbling words to each other but I just ignored it.

My other hand trailed to his panties causing me to let out a little moan. I lifted his skirt a little more to see the baby pink panties snuggling his hips. " Get in there lad. Show this slut a little something" zayn wold whistled.

My figures ran up and down his thighs and circling his dick. I moved my hand closer until I felt some knee my dick causing me to fall to the ground and saw the mop of curls running away from Nick and Zayn.

After 1 minute later I saw Zayn and Nick coming back but with no harry. "The bitch ran off again like he normal he does" Nick rolled his eyes. Zayn helped me up the floor. "It's fine maybe next go yeah, I will come over to your place so he can't runoff. " I answered back.

We all said goodbyes and me and Zayn got into the car. All he talked about was how fucking Harry looked in the panties and skirt. I rolled my blue eyes and pulled outside of his house.

"I call you later lad" he patted my back and got out of the car then ran to his house. I drove off to a nearby pub to wash away the memory of what just happened.