Louis woke up to the sound of loud whimpers and screams. He ran in the direction of the voice, that led to his bedroom. The sight in front of him broke him to pieces. Laying there was a whimpering, sweat covered Harry, shaking vigorously to get away from whatever he was seeing. 

Louis stood beside him, bending down and gently, being aware of his actions, placed his hand on Harry's forehead.

"Shh love... It's  okay.. I'm right here.. Shh.. Wake up love.." Louis tried soothing the boy. As soon as he felt the him waking up, he backed away because he knew Harry would be scared if Louis would touch him.

Harry opened his eyes and Louis couldn't help but feel pain in his chest at the site of the scared emerald eyes. Louis slowly moved forward towards harry, yet keeping a proper distance. Louis gave him his best smile he could manage in the moment, trying not to show his hurt. He took a towel kept besides on the table and gently dabbed on Harry's forehead to wipe the sweat. Harry flinched but let him do it.

"Hey love. It's alright. It was just a bad dream. You are safe. I'm never letting you go away now. I'll be there with you through the dark. I know you'll be alright. Whenever you're scared, just close your eyes, I'll be by your side anytime you're needing me, okay ?" Louis said lovingly, meaning each and every word that left his mouth.

He could see that a tear rolled down Harry's eye and he went forward to wipe it away with the pad of his thumb, feeling the creamy pale skin, as soft as a petal.

"Shh now love. No more crying. After today we are not letting any more of tears come out of these beautiful eyes, okay ?" Louis said smiling. Harry just nodded his head.

"You must be hungry. It's been long. I don't know how long it might have been since you had a proper meal. Why don't you join me in the kitchen while I make you a nice plate of breakfast ?" Louis offered. Harry just nodded his head while lifting the duvet from himself. He moved his arm but a loud screach of pain left his mouth.

"Oh my God ! I'm sorry !" Louis said, standing up and getting the duvet off of the boy.

"Love, do you want to sit here and have your breakfast or would you like to join me in kitch-" Louis was about to complete his sentence when he heard the front door open and somebody walk in.

"Good morning boys !" A female voice rang throughout the apartment. Within seconds a Alex came into the room with bags in her hand.

"Morning !" She chirped, looking happy as ever. Louis smiled at her. He could feels Harry trying to hide behind him. His heart hurt. It hurt not knowing what this innocent little soul had to go through to make him like this. To make Harry feel comfortable, Louis slowing looked in the broken green eyes and gave him his best smile, while trying to lighten the tension of the room.

"Good morning to you too Miss. I-will-invade-your-privacy-whenever-I-want !" Louis said jokingly, beaming at her. Alex fake- gasped, looking hurt.

"So much for bringing them breakfast" she said with a playful eyeroll. She took noticed Harry's body language. She walked towards him.

"Hello Mr. Beautiful-Curls. I'm Alex. Your soon-to-be best friend who is jealous of how perfect your lips are." Alex said, beaming at Harry. Harry seemed relaxed, until the mention of lips. Louis felt Harry's body slightly shiver beside him. He looked at the boy to who seemed like he is seeing a massacre of little children. Louis alertly placed his hand on Harry's, but Harry backed his hand away.

"Its okay love. We're here." Louis said while again trying to give his best smile. He had to be strong. For Harry.

Louis gave Alex a look  and she just smiled and nodded at him. She understands its going to take Harry some time. After all that he's been through, it will take him quite a while and she's ready for it.

"Okay boys I'll set this up on the table. Be there soon or you won't find any food left because I'm starving !" She said before disappearing out of the room.

Louis just shakes his head, smiling. Alex and her antics, he thought. He looked towards Harry to find him in a  deep thought.

"Harry, I think you'll need help walking towards the room, right ? Then we must go soon before we find empty plates on the table." Louis said before gently placing his arm around Harry's small waist helping him stand up. Louis could feel Harry controlling himself to not scream in pain, but a few groans left his mouth.

They soon reach the table to find it filled with food. Eggs, bacon, pancake, cookies, you name it. Louis sat Harry down on a chair before he sat down on the chair beside him. Alex sat on the chair in front of his.

"Let's eat !" Alex chirped before grabbing a pancake for herself.

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HARRY'S P.O.V. (surprise BISHES ! I'm evil AF)

Mr. Tomlinson said I should eat more but I couldn't. I tried I ate half a pancake and I can already feel the fat on my body.

You filthy ass, you had to eat, didn't you ? This is why everything happened because you want to be selfish.

Mr. Meanie said it's been a month since I've been hearing Mr. Meanie and I don't know what it is. I don't if its my brain telling me to do it or its the monster which is always in my room. He lives under my bed. I don't like to go to bed.

Mr. Tomlinson put to bed last night and I didn't know it. Mr. Meanie said that there is a monster under my bed and that is why I had a bad dream last night.

I still don't know why Mr. Tomlinson is looking after me. I should be in a grave right now, not in a luxurious hotel.

The day is near boy, when you die and no one will be around to care. You will rot and become sand and no one would give a damn.

It hurt what Mr. Meanie said. Not because it was mean, but because it was true. I know that I will die soon and no one is going to be around. Mr. Tomlinson just has sympathy towards me.

"-to the hospital.. Harry, why are you crying love ?" Mr. Tomlinson said, concern dripping his voice. I did not realise that he was speaking before he said my name and I also did not realise I was crying. It was kind of a reflex.

I tried to speak, to get some words out of me but nothing happened. I could clearly see the concern in Mr. Tomlinson's eyes.

It's pity, you asshole.

Sorry

I replied to the Mr. Meanie or myself. I don't know.

Mr. Tomlinson still looked at me with hope in his eyes that I would say something or at least do something, but I failed him. Nothing happened. I just shaked my head.

Obviously you wouldn't. FAILURE !

I pointed towards the bedroom to say that I want to lie down. Oh my God ! Is it demanding ? Did I just order him ? Oh my god ! He's going to beat, isn't he ?

I prepared myself for it. But no matter how much you prepare yourself for it, it still surprises you. I shut my eyes tight, ready to feel a hard slap in my face, when a gentle but firm hand touched my waist in an attempt to pick me up.

Mr. Tomlinson picked me up and lay me down on the bed. He did not say anything. He did not hurt me.

He did not hurt me.

He will. Soon, he will.