Fire Beneath Me || L.S.

Just the Beginning

Harry's POV

you know how when you wake up and you feel the warmness of the sun against your skin, like if the suns rays was wrapping you in comforting hug and that gives you some sort of small happiness nothing big just enough to help you start the day i didn't have that that was taken away from me so long ago but i remember what it was like.

I walked along the school campus they had just let us out for lunch, i stopped in my tracks as i saw Louis smoking, it had been a few days since he saw my secret, he tried to pry it out of me but i just got into and argument with him and he forgot about it,  he looked at me and yelled

"what are you looking at fag" he said

" In my defense you were looking at me first smart one" I remarked.

he walked to me and said "you'd like if i looked at you, huh. Is that some kind of gay fantasy you have, that i'd look at you and fall in love" he said

"shut up dont act like you dont like it, you and i both know what you're into you're not fooling anyone" i replied, most of it was true because no one knew his sexuality he dated a few guy and girls he never labeled himself and i knew saying that would push him over the edge

Before i knew it we were fighting his fist meeting my face, i pushed him onto the ground and got on top of him and hit him repeatedly, as soon as he had a chance he rolled on top of me and did exactly what did.

I pushed him off and he kicked me a couple times he got a few good one and returned some kicks back i punched his face and saw blood escape in mouth and drop into the floor, he was at full rage as soon as he saw his blood, i did my best to fight back but though there's no use if i'm going to get beat home might as well let him beat me now so i wont feel my fathers beatings.

He kept going and i felt like everything went in slow motion i saw his fist go into every part of my body i could have blocked in but why bother its no use, my body repeatedly clenching at each hit. I zoned out for a while and came back to reality because i noticed i wasn't getting hit.

"see you later" he said as he got off me and walked away, i was confused about why he would say that, i shrugged it off and got up feeling dizzy.

I walked into the school washrooms as i  got a few looks from students in the halls i made sure no one was in it i did my best to clean myself and when i was done i went on with my day.

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I laid in my bed, my father wan't here thankfully but i knew he would be back soon. I heard the door open and shut i stiffened thinking it was him but it was Louis.

"w-what are you doing in house" i stuttered out

"aww the little bitch is crying" he said as he made his way to my bed

i didnt realize my eyes were glossy and but i was really confused on why he was here, "why are you in my house"

" i told you i'd see you later, plus i'd like to admire my work" he said referring to the damage he did, his blue eyes gazed upon what he did i never realized how blue they were but its as if something was missing in them, his hair looked soft and laid perfectly on his face. 

Before i could say anything i heard the door close, my eyes widen "Where the fuck are you piece of shit"i heard my dad say. i looked at Louis he had confusion in his eyes and anger. I knew there wasn't enough time for him to leave.

"Fuck. Shit , fuck okay, Louis please ive never asked you for anything but i need you t hide in my bathroom please" i pleaded, i pushed him into my bathroom and he closed the door but enough to have to door open just a bit. My father slammed my door open and i flinched as he got close

"why is there no food, you're a useless faggot!" he yelled

"I-im sorry" i whispered

"i can't hear you speak up, god you're useless" he said and i felt his hand meet my face,  was Louis open the door and look like he was going to top something but i gave him a look saying 'please don't he obliged. My father left to go with his drink with his friends. Louis came out and he looked hurt . But over what, did he care about me.

i looked at him as tears ran down my cheek as if they were racing to reach the floor, "well now you finally know, please leave was i could leave" i whispered

"it all makes sense now, why you don't fight back when we fight back, why you randomly start fights with me, why you flinch at every loud noise or every movement someone makes if they raise there hand, Why you're always sore and groan at every movement you make" he said as his voice cracked but tried to brush it off as a cough 

" i want to see it, take off your shirt" he said

"N-No just leave" i said

"either you take it off or i do and we both know that you're not strong enough to fight me right now" he said

i hesitated but took of my jacket first, he saw the bruises i had laid across my arms, his looked hurt and then i removed my shirt to reveal all the bruises,cuts, burns, and scars that have been put along my body. His eyes seemed to look glossy like if they threatened to cry, i noticed his bright blue eyes go dark, he walked toward me but i walked back

"well now you know, c'mon say something laugh at me say much deserve this, its own be any different from him" i yelled

He walked closer to me his hand traced over the print of my dads belt that was starting to fade, "how long, how often, how many times a day?" he whispered referring to how many years its been going on.

"longer than you, every day, sometimes more then twice in one day, sometimes he continues even after i pass out" i said as i cried harder , he looked at me with soft eyes and held me

"im sorry, Haz" he said. Haz i haven't heard that nickname in so long all i could do i cry harder, i gripped him tightly never letting go because it felt like it wasn't real, like if he were a figment of my imagination or it was just a dream. i yelled into the croak of his neck and sobbed. i felt so helpless and lost but at that moment i felt safe,

i felt Free.