Things went on like that for the next four days, so that by the time there was only one day left until his boyfriend came home, Harry was a beat up mess. He cut again as well, just couldn't take it. The voices had just gotten so bad even with his medicine. He didn't dare tell his boyfriend either, no, never. He didn't want to, he couldn't.

People stared at him and mocked him constantly. There was nothing for him to do. He wouldn't tell any teachers or even Danielle or Josh, who somehow hadn't quite managed to notice the other students snickering at him.

He didn't object to to the beatings either. Although he often would give a small plea for help, there was nothing to do when two strong guys bombarded him when they found him alone. It didn't help that the voices had gotten bad. Worse. Agreed with the beatings, even. So he gave in, every time.

That's what led Harry to add four more cuts to his wrists over those days. That's what led him to cry himself to sleep each night. And that's what led him to wanting Louis even more despite his appearance.

Though he still got up earlier than needed the day Louis got home, getting dressed and criticizing his body for a couple minutes before snapping out of it and hurrying down the stairs. He ate what he could, which only consisted of a banana and a bit of milk. He couldn't help it. He knew that anything he ate would end up in the toilet due to his nervousness and excitement.

"Harry, love, c'mon," Anne called, standing at the doorway. Harry sighed, and ran a hand through his hair once more before picking up his phone and rushing to his mum. "You excited to see him again?" the woman asked, smiling at her son, who smiled sheepishly and nodded.

"I miss him," he mumbled, looking down in his lap at the incoming text message.

Louis: I miss you babe! The plane is landing in twenty minutes! Got to go, see you soon :**

Harry grinned, and was about to text back when he moved his arm in a way that caused the sleeve of his shirt to rub against his cuts. He hissed out in pain, and gripped his arm, wanting to pull up his sleeve until he remembered his mother was with him.

"You alright, Harry?" Anne asked, glancing at him. He bit his lip, and nodded, setting his hand on his lap steadily.

"Yea," he whispered, and closed his eyes.

Eventually the two got to the airport, finding Jay and Lottie waiting by where the passengers would exit. Jay greeted Harry with a smile, while Lottie was too busy on her phone, obviously tired. Harry didn't mind, if it hadn't been for Louis he would have been half asleep as well. So he just waited, standing awkwardly and playing with his fingers and gazing down at his feet nervously as he waited.

He's not coming back for you

He doesn't want to see you. He hates you

"No," Harry mumbled in disagreement, though it went unnoticed by everyone except for his mum, who just rubbed his back soothingly, not noticing that it didn't help, or even how much the simple gesture hurt him so much.

Those bruises are there for a reason Harry

She's just making it worse to show how much she loathes you

"Hi, angel," spoke a voice, and Harrys eyes widened. He looked up, seeing the sneaky boy that snuck up on him without noticing. He smiled, and swung his arms around Louis, digging his head into the boys neck.

"Hi, Louis," he breathed, sighing in content.

The older lad chuckled, and pulled away to get a look at Harry's face, "I missed you," he told him, and kissed his boyfriend softly. Harry kissed back, and was the one who deepened the kiss, which Louis loved.

"I missed you too," he muttered against Louis' lips, pecking his lips again as the shorter boy smiled, and then grinned.

"No, I missed you the most. Without a doubt, my angel," Louis pressed his forehead against Harry's, and kissed him again.

❊ ❊ ❊ ❊

"Harry, what's under the makeup," Louis murmured fearfully, sitting in front of the boy on his bed. Obviously his sister wouldn't have put it on him, meaning Harry put it on himself, which meant he didn't want anyone to know why he put it on. Louis had an idea in his head of why his boyfriend would have been wearing concealer around his eye, but he strongly hoped that there wouldn't be a fist shaped bruise underneath.

Harry gulped, and shook his head, "N-Nothing-"

"Harry, please," he whispered, and bit his lip, "it's okay. Whatever it is it's okay, you can tell me. I'm not going to judge you or anything," Louis persisted, taking hold of his boyfriend's hand.

Harry's eyes welled up with tears, "Zayn," he croaked, his voice cracking, "and S-Sam."

Louis instantly pulled the boy into his lap, and hugged him, kissing his temple repeatedly, "I'm so sorry, I should've been here to protect you."

"S'not your fault," he mumbled, "he told me if I told you, then he'd hurt me, but I was scared to tell you. So then he and Sam b-beat me up."

Louis stood Harry up, and held his face in his hands, "Don't ever be scared to tell me anything, angel, even if it's that you don't want to date me anymore, don't be afraid to tell me."

"I'd never want to not date you."

"I know, but still. I can handle anything you want to tell me even if you don't want to. C'mon," he muttered, and guided Harry to take off his shirt, to which he protested at first, but then gave in, crying as his arms were exposed, cuts and all.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Harry whimpered, his voice no higher than a whisper, "I couldn't help it," he told him.

"Oh, Harry," Louis' voice cracked as he brought the arms containing cuts to his lips, softly kissing them. "I just hate to see you so hurt," he explained, then he looked at Harry's chest, not sure if his rib hurt at all, but knowing that the purple spots on his chest had to be painful.

So Harry then let him press light kisses to his bruises as well, and watched as he undressed him. It was nothing sexual, nothing like that. It was simply a loving gesture. One that Harry would let Louis, and only Louis, perform.

"You're so beautiful, Harry," Louis told him, cupping his face before letting his hands move down his neck and to his hips. Harry allowed his hands to gently roam his sides, and Louis hugged the boy, pulling him close. "Everything about you is just so damn beautiful," he shook his head, his hand finding a place on the nape of Harry's neck as he pulled his head down to meet his, their lips pressing together. Harry kissed him back instantly, his thoughts flying out from his mind, being stunned by the gorgeous boy in front of him.

Louis took the boys bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it before letting Harry's tongue roam past his lips. He let a small moan escape, and couldn't help but let his hands fall down to the boys hips. Harry didn't mind though, he loved everything that Louis did to him. Whether it was telling him how much he liked him, kissing him like he was the only person left, or even the simple nickname angel. He loved it all.

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