Two Months With Harry Styles

[Completed] Plot Summary: Louis Tomlinson is taken on a family vacation with his mother and her new, hated fiancé. Not wanting to partake in any activities involving his mother’s new fiancé, Louis makes other plans on vacation and falls madly in love with Harry Styles, the boy next door.


8. Bruised and Beaten


Louis took his keys out of his pocket, fumbling a little bit. His hands were shaking and he could hear his heart pounding loudly in his ears. The door unlocked and Louis took a deep breath before opening it completely. The door creaked open, revealing the small living room and kitchen. In the corner, George sat waiting for Louis to return home. There was one lamp on and a long wooden rod sat on a small side table.

“Where the fuck were you?” Said George in his angriest tone. Louis didn’t say anything. He attempted to ignore George and go to his room.

“I said,” George raised his voice, “Where were you?” George was now standing up, the wooden rod in his right hand. He moved swiftly up to Louis. Their faces were centimetres apart.

Louis said nothing. He knew this was a one sided conversation.

“Were you with that faggot?” George asked. Louis could feel little droplets of spit fall onto his face. His heart began to race and he felt sweat on his back. “You were with him weren’t you!?” George raged. George raised his right arm and hit Louis across the face with the rod. Louis fell to the ground, defenseless.

“Did you not learn your lesson last time, boy?” George raised his arm to hit again, this time, coming down on Louis’ left shoulder. Louis winced in pain, gripping his shoulder. He felt tears in his eyes. He couldn’t scream. Not in front of George, it meant he had given up.

Louis tightened his body as another swing came to his same shoulder. He could feel his heart beat in the forming bruise. “Please.” Louis finally choked out.

“You want me to stop?” George asked in a baby voice, “Did you think that your mother and I didn’t hear your whorish moans? The sounds you made as you both came?” George raised his arm again, this time aiming for Louis’ face. He threw the rod down as hard as he could onto Louis’ nose. Blood began to spill from his nose. He could taste it in his mouth, but George didn’t stop. This time with his hand, George punched Louis in his right eye, making the room fade.

Louis was so beaten and sore that all he could mutter was, “Please.” But George didn’t stop. A series of kicks and punches to the stomach were made as Louis lay hopelessly on the ground. The blood from his nose seeped into the floor.

“What are you doing!?” George yelled. Louis held his nose, trying not to upset George any more. As Louis tried to get up, George threw the rod right at Louis’ back, making him fall back down again on his chest. He lay there as his heart beat thumped, taking over his thoughts.

“That should teach you, again.” George whispered, leaning as close to Louis’ ear as possible. “Do it again, and I won’t stop.” George left Louis to bleed and fade in and out of consciousness in the middle of the living room. Louis knew he had to get up, but his body prevented him from doing so. He finally stood up, his vision blurred and dark. He stumbled over to his room, deliberately avoiding the mirror. His bruises from the first beating were almost healed and now he had more.

Louis flopped on the bed and felt his tender skin burn against the soft mattress. He couldn’t sleep. He needed Harry. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and dialled his number.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

“Louis?” Harry asked with a very tired voice.

“Yes,” Louis whispered into the receiver, “I need you.”

“Harry sighed and said, “Louis it’s 4 in the morning, can you not wait?”

“It’s about George.” Louis stated.

The tired tone in Harry’s voice immediately became concerned. “I’m coming to pick you up right now.”


Louis waited on his bed until he heard Harry pull up to the house. He grabbed his pajama pants, phone, keys and wallet and silently headed out the door, not even bothering to lock it. He slipped in the passenger’s side of Harry’s car and turned to look at him. They met eyes for a second and Louis turned away. He didn’t want Harry to see him like this, but he had no other choice. “Drive.” Louis commanded. No questions asked, Harry started the car in the direction of his house.

Louis looked over to Harry and saw that he was wearing a pair of boxer briefs and nothing else. He must’ve gone to bed right when he got home. They pulled up to Harry’s place and got out of the car. Harry opened the door and let Louis inside. He sat him down on the couch and sat right beside him, a soft hand on his cheek.

“What can I get you?” Harry asked softly.

“Anything.” Louis croaked. Harry stood up and walked towards the kitchen. He fumbled around and brought Louis a piping hot mug of tea. Louis took slow sips of tea, not saying a word.

“What happened?” Harry asked, his voice soft and caring. Louis knew he could tell Harry anything.

“George was mad at me for spending time with you.” Louis whispered.

“I’m sorry.” Harry muttered, “I didn’t mean for you to get hurt because of me.” Harry’s head dropped. Tears formed in his eyes. “Maybe we should…”

“No.” Louis protested. “I need you Harry. I’ll take all the beatings just so I can be with you.”

“I can’t see you like this,” Harry said sobbing, “And know that it’s because of me!” Harry was in full tears by the middle of that sentence. He looked into Louis’ bruised and sad eyes. He knew Louis needed him.

Harry grabbed Louis and pulled him close, feeling his chest against his. “I’ll never let you go.” Harry cooed into Louis’ ear. They hugged for a few minutes and Louis pulled away.

“Thank you for coming to get me.” Louis said.

“For you, anything.” Harry smiled while grabbing Louis’ hand. Louis smiled.

“Should we go up to bed?” Harry asked, “Or should we sleep down here?” Louis didn’t really feel like moving.

“Down here.” Louis said. He took his clothes off, revealing himself to Harry, then putting his pajama pants on. Harry moved over to the other couch and threw himself on top. He grabbed one blanket and threw it at Louis. “Wake me up if you need anything.” And almost immediately, Harry was asleep.

Louis felt his eyes sink and like Harry, he was asleep almost immediately.   

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