louis and niall have been hanging

out for the whole week. louis even invited him

over to a sleepover

once.

he agreed,

of course.

they sat there on louis'

bed, laughing and playing

with his toys as i sat there, on the cold

floor, watching them have

fun.

i certainly didn't have fun.

we were going to the

mall today.

with niall.

louis and him walked together right in

front of me, holding

hands.

i was supposed to be holding his hand.

not niall.

when we finally got home, his mother left him alone

at home with his father, because she had to take

care of something.

she said she'd be quick.

his father wore a wide

smile on his face as he lifted louis up and placed him on the kitchen

table, his legs swinging as he sat.

his father started to move his thumbs up

his waist, as he talked to louis quietly, saying

sweet things to him as he slowly got

closer to him.

a few seconds later, louis' clothes were

off and his father was unbuttoning his pants as he kept

repeating the same thing, over and

over.

his hands were soon touching louis' bare

chest and slowly travelled further down.

and that was when i realized what was happening.

louis had started to cry

after his father had moved

his hands somewhere, where louis

didn't like it.

he was calling for his mother, his sobs

filling the room.

but his father continued,

under no circumstances.

an opening of a door stopped

his father from doing what he was

doing, and soon louis' mother walked in, screaming and

crying at the sight, taking louis in her

arms and shouting at the father to

leave the house.

and so he did.

louis spent the rest of the

evening in his mother's embrace as she cried

and rambled about how nothing

bad is going to happen to him

again.

i stood there and wished he'd be in

my embrace as i'd make sure he's

okay,

although i wasn't sure if that would be

possible.

but there was one thing i was sure of.

his father will suffer for what he had done to louis.

to my louis.