"WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SUCH A FUCKING DISAPPOINTMENT?!" My father had said as he through another punch at me. I've been getting hit alot lately- alot more than usual anyways. My father has always hit me, ever since mom died that's all hes ever done to me. If wasn't hitting me I was getting bullied at school, but eventually you get used to it all. I ran out the house and headed off to school where I knew my teachers cared about me. As I was sitting in my seat in science class, I noticed an unfamiliar curly head of luscious locks and hazel eyes looking at me. I, of course, hid my face so the new kid wouldn't see my bruises. The boy saw the countless empty seats, but still chose to sit with me at my table. He gave me an adorable cheeky smile as he said "Hi there! My names Harry Styles, what's your name cutie?" I looked up n looked around as if I didn't know he was talking to me. I looked up at him pushing my bangs aside, my voice cracked as I said "M-My name is L-Louis.." He gave me a angelic giggle as he said "Nice to meet you, L-louis!" He was being playful. He followed me around and even sat with me at lunch. It was only when we went outside after school that he noticed my bruises.
I left the house in a haste, kissing my mums cheek before I left. As I got to school and entered my first class, I noticed there was a boy with brown hair and blue eyes just sitting all alone. I felt bad for the poor guy and decided to sit next to him, introducing myself. He looked around when I asked for his name, I guessed he really didn't have any friends so i was devoted to filling that role in his life! He seemed rather sweet and adorable, it was only when we got outside that I noticed he looked beat up. He had a black eye and a busted lip with a red mark that had faded on his cheek. I was worried. "How'd that happen Lou?" He looked down. He looked ashamed that he had let me see him in such of a condition, but I asked again what happened and he came out and told me everything-how he's been bullied since he was little, his mom shooting herself while he watched when he was 6, and how since her death his father beat on him everyday saying such cruel things. I didn't know what to do. I froze. He just sighed and got up, he gave a small smile and got into his car and drove off.
I couldn't believe I opened up so much to harry, but I felt like I could trust him with my life. I got home and I didn't want to go inside, but I had to. Before I unlocked the door, I looked at the house next to mine and saw a moving truck. I smiled a bit, but stopped when I saw a pair of familiar curly locks carrying in a few boxes happily. I froze. He looked over at me and smiled his adorable, cheeky smile. He walked over to me and said "Maybe you should hang out at my place? Until your dad goes to work that is.." I nodded and helped him unload boxes, but as I took them into the house, I noticed a beautiful woman. She looked around mid 40's with brown hair and beautiful eyes. I saw where Harry got his beauty from. The woman didn't really interest me too much, it was harry that caught my eye. Harry nodded at his mom and took my hand. I blushed so much as he led me into his bedroom he sat on his bed and patted the spot next to him. I sat next to him nervously and kept my hands to myself, unsure of what to say.
He was scared, I could tell by his eyes. I couldn't help myself, I grabbed him and hugged him tight. He slowly gave in and wrapped his arms around me tight. I kissed his head and whispered to him "Nobody will hurt you while I'm here, I promise." I felt him cry into my chest as I held him tight. How do you expect me not to love this boy? Yes we just met, but I feel like he deserves someone who loves him and I am willing to take that spot. I love Louis and I wont let him get hurt like this ever again.