☁️Messages between a broken boy☁️

☁️Part 20☁️

Harry's pov

I woke up to the sound of music coming from the living room. I slithered from under the quilts and walked to the racket of noise.

"Louis?" I questioned. "Hello, Harry baby." Louis slurred. I walked closer to Louis and see alcohol bottles on the sofa and the fluffy carpet.

"Lou-Lou why are you drinking?" I asked. Louis turned his head to me with glossy red eyes and smiled.
"My darling angel it's because I wanted to feel free from all the complaining you keep doing," he replied without a single care.

I pushed away from the tears that threatened to come and went and sat next to Louis. "Louis you don't mean that," I whispered. "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW IF I MEAN IT OR NOT!" he shouted.

I shrug at his answer and look at the floor." Sorry baby just been stress lately, and it's okay because you can make me feel better." he whispered into my right ear his breath spreading around the body part.

"L-Louis you drunk and I don't want to," I muttered. Louis groans and put his hand on my clothed cock and started to rub it.
"Louis can you stop I don't want to alright," I said while pushed his had away.

"What do you mean you don't want anything that's not what you said when Zayn and Nick were doing it too!" he hissed. "You know nothing," I spoke lowly.

"Well, Harry I know your slut and that you enjoy been beaten by the people who love you." he slurred. I slapped him across the face."i-i s-sorry." I stuttered.

"You bitch you going to pay for that," he spoke calmly with a hint of anger. I back up slowly away from him by falling off the armrest trying to run away. "Plea-"

I was cut off by a slap in the face and let out a whimper. He came grabbed me by the wrist and squeeze them tightly. "L-Louis let go your hurting me..." I whimpered while tried to get out of his grasp.

"You worthless whore. No wonder your sister kicked you out. Your a fucking disappoint. You will never know the meaning of love because you don't deserve it." he chuckles and lets go of my wrist and goes into the bedroom and slam the door.

I looked down at my wrist and see figure marks what looks like it's going to bruise. Tears roll down my cheeks where the hand mark Louis gave me is. I got up and walked into the bathroom and locked the door.

I looked into the mirror with the words keep repeating in my head. I put my hand over the rose-red cheek which caused a sting to shoot through my face. I looked down at my wrist again and sees buries appeared.

My skin started to itch waiting for some sort of pain to travel through. I looked around the bathroom and started to open the cupboards. My eyes landed on a razor blade at the back of the shelf.

I grabbed it and pulled it out. I sat against the white wall and put the cold metal to my wrist. I dragged it alone on my form arm above the bruised wrist. It hurt at first but my body numbed the pain. I did about five cuts. I stood up and washed the cuts and throw away the blade. I sat back down on the floor and drifted off to sleep.