Change Me {h.s} complete

"Sometimes, you have to fight for what you want in this world."
I was normal, clever and innocent. He was strange, mental and dark. But it's like they always say, opposites attract


11. Chapter 11 Why


 Harry's p.o.v

Louis let out a howl of pain as I pulled his head back. I smacked him in the stomach making him fall to the ground in pain. I didn't stop there I punched his face over and over again.

"What are you doing," He groaned blood dripping down his face after I was finished.

"Teaching you a lesson," I yelled giving him one more smack around the face.

He looked down at his feet trying not to cry. I didn't realise quite how much I'd hurt him though until the sun hit him  showing off the bruises on his face.

"Aren't you even going to aplogize," He cried wiping the blood away with the back of his hand.

"Me say sorry you're the one who told one me, you fucking tell-tell," I yelled kicking him hard in the side.

I hadn't beaten anyone quite as bad as I'd beaten Louis for years. I remember the past, where I used to go round beating people up every night along with the rest of the gang. I was in a bad place I felt so angry when Mum divorced Dad that I ran away, eventually fetching up with the cobras the baddest gang in town.

They taught me how to rob, steal and beat up victims I was pretty handy with my fists. But I eventually went back to Mum swearing I'd changed, and I had. I just became a player instead seeing how many girls I could do it with!

My life is offically messed up, no one knows what I've been through. I've never had the guts to tell anyone how scary I can be, they just think I'm a bad boy.

Louis stood up shaking I could see the scared look in his eyes. I wanted to hug him and tell him, that I was sorry but like the cobras taught me always leave the victim feeling scared.

I grabbed Louis by the scruff of his neck and put my face right next to his.

"Listen if you dare tell on me again or give me up to the police, I'll beat you till  you can swim in a lake of your own blood got it"! I yelled.

He nodded slowly, looking sad as well as scared. As he turned to leave he said one last thing.

"You know what Harry why did you wreck everthing you have, Zayn, Liam and I were the three people willing to be your friend, and this is how you repay me," He snapped pointing to his bruised face. "And I just hope that you will step away from the mirror long enough to see the damage that will always be behind you".

With that he gave me one last glare before walking away. I sighed and sat down on a swing I knew Louis had a point and I couldn't believe I'd been stupid enough to beat him up. He'll never forgive me now, I have  know where to go.

Prue hates me for cheating on her, Louis hates me for beating him up. Zayn and Liam will hate me for hurting Louis, Niall hates me for cheating on Prue and Dave just hates me.

For the first time in my life I felt lost and alone. The whole park seemed to get darker and darker every second. I have anger issues I just beat up my best mate and I ran away from the police. I need help I need some one to change me, rescue me for my crazy mind.

I want to be, that  cute little 12 year old that everybody loved again. That boy who didn't have a care in the world, the one who had a Mum and Dad who were still together a ready made family.

Prue's p.o.v

I lay on my bed looking up at the ceilling and sighed. The last few days had been crazy, a stressful crazy blur I felt alone and lost, without Harry. Ok it sounds crazy but I miss him I hope the police aren't to hard on him, even after what he's done!

A few seconds later I heard a banging on my window. I opened the window to see Louis standing there throwing rocks at the window in tears. He was covered in blood and his face was covered in bruises.

I flew down the stairs and out the door before Dad could stop me. I ran over to Louis and threw my hands around his neck.

"Who did this to you"? I asked, even thought I knew.

"Harry," He muttered.

"But why"? I said leading him towards the house.

As I opened the door Dad came out of the living room, wearing his embrassingly short simpsons dressing gown and old slippers. This was the first time all day  he'd dragged himself away from his laptop. Ever since his first date last night he's spent all day glued to his computer screening emailing Clarissa. I didn't like the sound of her, I was worried she might become my stepmum. I knew I was paranoid but it could still happen.

"God Prue can you stop bringing different boys home every ni-".

He stopped mid sentence when he saw Louis' face. He rushed him into the kitchen and told him to clean himself up.

"Prue what the fuck is going on"? He demanded.

So I started explaining to him everthing that had happened.

"Harry Styles," He said wrinkling up his nose, "isn't that the guy who was arrested"?

"He escaped then beat up Louis, who was his best mate," I sighed not even bothering to lie.

"Right that's it I'm calling the police," Dad snapped picking up the phone.

I took it back. "Look Dad there's more to Harry than people think, he's in a bad way I'll go and search for him".

"Oh no you won't I'm not having you beaten up by a crazy cycho".

"He's not a crazy, cycho he's just misunderstood, and if the police go after him he'll just run away please," I begged.

"Fine tomorrow you and Louis can go as it's saturday, but first of all let me ring Louis parents to ask if he can stay here, he's far to shaken up to go all the way back to his house"!

That's exactly what happened. And when Louis woke up at dawn crying about Harry and him being beaten I slipped into bed with him and fell back asleep in his arms..


sorry guys this chapter is just terrible I just didn't know what to write. Anyway I hope you like seeing all the characters different feelings come out.

I make Louis seem like such a cry baby in this chapter haha. Anway more of Harry's feelings and romance coming soon. and thank you for 100 likes squeals but only 54 comments. Please don't be ghost readers guy I love hearing 

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