My Rock

Louis Tomlinson is a senior in college. He’s popular, outgoing, and always willing to help anyone in need. Harry Styles is an introverted sophomore who receives constant harassment and bullying because of who he is. He doesn’t fit in, he’s shy, has no friends, and no real family to confide in; the fact that he’s gay doesn’t help matters. He’s just a blip on everyone’s radar, floating by, but a punching bag to those who loved reminding him how much of a loser he really was. When Harry was hospitalized months before for a suicide attempt, Louis was assigned to him through the Big Brother program. Will Louis be able to help Harry? Will Harry be able to let Louis in?

A/N: This is my fist fic. I give it a trigger warning because it deals with self harm and suicide attempts and thoughts… there is no actual death

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15. Welcome Home

A/N: Sorry for it being shorter than normal, i will make up for it later i promise.

                “GET OUT! I TOLD YOU! GET YOUR STUFF AND GET OUT!” Anne screamed as she threw piles of Harry’s clothes down the stairs.

                Harry was shocked and hurt. He just sat there with the blanket pulled up to his chin staring at his crazy mother. He didn’t know what to do or say. He just sat there and took the verbal bashing Anne was giving him. He couldn’t take it anymore. He started crying hysterically.

                Louis had enough. He got up put on his pants and got in Anne’s face. “You wonder why he is the way he is?! It’s your fault. You can’t just go degrading people like they are nothing. It’s not right. A mother who loves her son wouldn’t treat him like you do; she would accept him for he is. But obviously you don’t love him!”

                Anne stood there shocked for a second before she slapped Louis across the face. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, BOTH OF YOU!”

                Harry slowly got out of bed, practically shaking, and put some clothes on. He and Louis both gathered some clothes and left.

“What now?” Harry asked from Louis’s passenger seat with tears still in his eyes.

                “You are coming with me.”

                “Where?”

                “My flat” Louis laughed.

                Harry looked confused but just nodded and looked out the front window as Louis drove off.

                “I don’t think I ever told you, but I live on my own.  But the reason why is another story for later. Right now I just want to get you to my house and away from the bitch.”

                “She isn’t a bitch” Harry mumbled under his breath. “She is my mother. She is right on how messed up I am.”

                “Harry stop! You are not messed up. You are you. You are the guy I love. You are perfect to me, even if you don’t see it.”

                The rest of the car ride was silent. The tension was so thick it could be cut with a butter knife. The only thing that Louis could think of was how he was going to do this. He lived in a small one bedroom flat. He never really thought about him and Harry moving in together because they had only been dating three weeks. It was really soon. For all he knew that his relationship wasn’t going to work and he would be stuck living with Harry. He really didn’t see it happening though. He loved Harry for everything that he was and everything that he wasn’t. He loved how perfect and imperfect he was.

                “We are here” Louis said with a smile as he pulled up to the gated community.

                Harry looked around in complete shock. Louis lived in the nicest set of flats in the city. Everything was pristine. The gardens were kept neat and there was no sign of any trouble around. Every family outside looked happy. It was something that Harry wasn’t used to.

                “You never told me you were rich!”

                “I’m far from it” Louis laughed. “My granddad pays for this. I had to promise him that I would stay in school and go to university. As long as I agreed he said he would take care of my living cost.”

                Harry kind of just stared at Louis. “Does he umm know that you are umm different?”

                “Yes” Louis laughed again. “He knows I am gay.”

                “And he was okay with it?”

                “Of course love. He said he knew ever since I was little. He said it is something that I can’t change and I was born this way so he was going to support me even if others didn’t.”

                Harry sat there quiet for a moment. He had never heard of a family or anyone for that fact who supported someone who was gay. Everyone that he knew said it was a choice and didn’t support his choice. But honestly who would choose to be ridiculed every day, be thrown into a locker, and literally get the hell beat out of them. No one asks for that so why would it be a choice. So having Louis’s family accept him for him and his lifestyle gave Harry a glimpse of hope.

                Louis drove around the complex and pulled into a parking spot. “We are here. You ready?”Harry shook his head. “What’s wrong babe?”

                “I don’t know Lou, what if this is a bad idea? What if you realize how messed up I am and can’t handle living with me. Then you decide that it isn’t going to work out for us, and then I am stuck homeless or something.”

                Louis leaned over and kissed Harry on the cheek. “That isn’t going to happen babe. I love you remember. I have seen you pretty much fighting for your life. I have seen you cry. I think I can handle you. Besides like I told you earlier, you are perfect to me. I fell in love with you, and nothing is going to change that. Now come one babe lets go.”

                Harry nodded and walked over to the back of the car and grabbed the couple of bags that he had packed. He looked up and Louis and half smiled. He couldn’t tell Louis how much those thoughts were hurting him. He couldn’t lose Louis. He would have no one, good or bad.

                Louis grabbed a bag from Harry and headed up the three flights of stairs to his flat. He opened the door, sat the bag down and turned to Harry, kissing him. “Welcome to your new home love.”

                Harry smiled. “You mean our home.”

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