Never Knew I Needed - Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 5

(A/N) Time fo' chaptah 5! UNCE UNCE UNCE UNCE! Yeah... anyway. Guess what's about to go down?! A point of view change! That's right! We're going to go deep into the mind of our pal Harry. I needed a break from sculpting Lou's personality. So I decided to let you into Harry's mind. Oh, and just a warning, theres some swearing other than the words "hell" in this chaper. Which could be expected considering it's rated PG-13 but...Yeah.  It's whatever. Let's do this poo.

[Harry's P.O.V]I

I woke up to the sound of a door shutting quietly. My eyes snapped open, and I glanced around me. It took me a few moments to remember that I wasn't out on the street anymore. In fact, I reminded myself, I had just spent my second night in what was now my new shared flat. I sat up and stretched stiffly, picking the t-shirt Louis had given me up off the floor and slipping it over my head. The sound of the door closing was probably Liam leaving for work, and I figured Louis probably wasn't awake yet.

I stood to walk into the kitchen to make a bowl of cereal as I pondered over my new flat mates. Liam seemed like a really great guy. He was super nice and incredibly friendly. Now Louis... I had no idea how to even began interpreting Louis. I had no idea whether he liked me, or whether he hated me. Truthfully, I hoped he liked me. Being hated his never fun, but I was pretty sure his feelings towards me drifted more towards a dislike. He had his kind moments now and then, but over all he was just really... bitter... towards me.

I pulled down a bowl from the cabinet, got down the Rice Krispies, and retrieved the milk from the fridge. After making my bowl of cereal and putting away my mess, I sat at the table to eat alone. It wasn't anything I wasn't used to. At my old flat, my room mate Dean rarely acknowledged my existence. He was usually too busy handling personal matters. However, if he wanted me to run one of his "errands" for him, he'd talk to me. Luckily, only once did I run an errand of his.

Dean sold drugs, and I quickly found that his errand consisted of me going to collect money from cranky men in their mid-twenties with withdrawal symptoms. However Dean wouldn't have ever let me handle his "precious goods", so I ended up going to collect money from this guy who was expecting something in return, and since I wasn't able to provide what he wanted, the dude beat the crap out of me. Which is why I just told Dean no every other time after that and let him beat the crap out of me instead. Eventually Dean got tired of me not doing what he wanted, so he kicked me out so he could find a new person to corrupt.

Dean didn't seem like a bad guy at first. After my father left and my mother died, all of this happening at the awkward age of 16, Dean sort of took me under his wing. Much like Liam was doing for me, but I slowly discovered that Dean wasn't such a good guy. He had got me a job working as a waiter at his dad's restaurant, but when he kicked me out he told his dad that I was the one selling the drugs, and his dad fired me. He didn't call the police though... I figure it was because if I was confronted then by the police I would've spilled every single detail I knew about Dean and his business.

But now... I wouldn't dare do that now. Only a few weeks after I was kicked into the streets, Dean and a few of his pals found me wandering an alley in search of food out of a dumpster. Before I even knew what was happening I was slammed against the brick wall of the alley with Dean gripping me bruisingly by the shoulders and hissing in my face.

"Listen here, Harry. You're the only person who knows about what I do, you know?" he had hissed into my ear, tugging on my curls. "So I gotta make sure you keep my little secret. Tell the police? I'll kill you. Tell someone other than the police? I'll kill you both. And it doesn't have to be me killing you... if I end up in jail... I have my people. They'll find you."

With that, he had dropped me to the ground while the rest of his goons laughed. He'd aimed a good kick to my stomach before they left me alone, curled in a terrified ball in the alley. Luckily, I was pretty sure I'd escaped him now. I just haven't escaped the aftermath... like the nightmares. Now and then I'd dream that I'd reported him to the police and he was after me, or that I was back at the flat with him while he was demanding me to run an errand for him.