Mood: Hello by Adele

Harry stares at Nick with wide eyes. He wonders for a second how he got into his house when Nick answers.

"You leave your spare key in the most obvious place. Under the flower pot? Really, babe?" He asks holding out the key for evidence.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Harry asks, grabbing Louis' arm and keeping him behind him.

"Oh, babe, I just came to say how much of a mistake you made for dumping me." He says, eyeing Louis. The small boy held onto the back of Harry's shirt.

"Oh? Well thanks for letting me know. You lied to me, Nick. Said you were a good person when you hurt people." He says through gritted teeth. He was not very keen on bullying. Nick scoffs.

"I was only having some fun." He says and Harry notices the way his lips twitch.

"Fun? You call beating people up and leave them to maybe die fun?" Harry was seething. How could he have not seen this when they were together?

"Get the fuck out of my house, Nick." The boy only pouts even though Harry is ready to throw him out, literally.

"H, please. Don't be a prude. I see you already got yourself a rebound huh? Is that why he's here? Gonna fuck him and leave him after?" Nick's voice rose and Louis cowered away behind Harry.

"No, Nick. What ever me and Lou do is not your business." Harry says. Nick only laughs, standing up and making his way to Harry. He reaches him and grimaces at Louis, who was staring at him with wide eyes.

"I-I'm sorry. I d-didn't mean to make you and H-Harry break up." Louis stutters and Harry shushes him telling him it's not his fault.

"Not his fault? Really, H? Before him we were perfect. He's the one you should be mad at. Not me. I love--"

"Don't." Harry says placing a hand on Nick's chest and pushing him back. The boy stumbles and looks at Harry with a glint in his eyes.

"This isn't over, babe. Keep a good eye on your pet there. Never know when something bad can happen." He spits and pushes past Harry, bumping into Louis on the way out.

The door slams behind him, shaking the picture frames that were lined nearly against the wall. Harry sighs and turns to Louis.

"Don't listen to a single thing he said, okay? I got you, love." He whispers, putting his hands on either side of his cheeks.

Louis only nods, seeing Jace give him a smirk in the corner of his eye.

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Louis was currently sitting on Harry's bed, Perks of Being a Wallflower opened on his lap as he stuttered to read the sentences. He kept getting distracted. He would look up and find Harry writing something on a piece notebook paper for the project; the way he made his r's look like v's or the way he would shake out his curls every once in a while.

It was all so distracting. Louis sighed and pushed the book away. Harry frowned and turned to him.

"Why'd you stop?" He asks.

"I can't concentrate. And I...already read the book. I can just...tell you what happens..." He trails off as he watches a piece of dust float to the ground.

"Lou...how many times do you have to take your meds?" Harry asks chewing on his thumbnail. The smaller boy shrugs but walks over to his bag and pulls out a ziplock bag with different prescription bottles.

"Three times a day." He mumbles before leaving the room. Harry waits patiently until Louis comes back, putting the medication away and crawling back into bed.

It will take a few minutes before they start to kick in and he will be able to concentrate better. He twitched lightly, unable to control himself. He hated everything that was wrong with himself. He hated that he twitched. He hated that he got distracted easily. He hated that he couldn't form words sometimes. He hated that he was crazy.

Harry made his way to his bed, sitting down on it.

"He doesn't care about you. You know Nick is right. He's better looking than you too. He knows Harry more than you. He just wants to fuck you then throw you out like trash. That's all you are. Just trash." Louis whimpered and curled into himself.

"Hey love. It's alright. I got you, it's okay." Harry murmurs, rubbing Louis' arm softly. Louis flinches away making Harry frown. He takes Louis' hand.

"Look at me, darling." Louis looks up at Harry, through his arm.

"Hey, what's Jace telling you, hmm?" He whispers.

"N-Nothing." Louis stutters, looking away again.

"Sit up, babe." Harry helps him up and looks at him with sad eyes.

"What's he saying?"

"H-He says that N-Nick is r-right. And that all y-you wanna do is f-fuck me then throw m-m-me out." The small boy whispers, fresh tears springing up in his eyes.

"No...love. Listen to me. He's wrong. They're both wrong. I would never do that to you." Louis looks down. Harry grips both of his dainty hands and turns them palm up.

"You deserve the world and more, Louis. You've been through so much and I just want to show you how amazing you are." With that he brings up Louis' hands to his lips, kissing his wrists softly. His scars stood out against his pale skin but Harry didn't care. It was a part of Louis.

He kissed up his forearm where other scars lay and his fresh cuts that weren't bandaged anymore. He kissed each arm, never looking up at Louis.

"You're beautiful." He says, finally looking up. Louis had tears running down his cheeks.

"Y-You're lying." He says softly.

"Take off your clothes." Harry replies and Louis' eyes widen.

"I'm not going to do anything to you Lou. I just want to show you something." Harry whispers, stroking his arms softly. Louis hesitates but eventually complies, taking off his shirt and trousers. Leaving himself in just his boxers. Harry stared at him completely awestruck because this boy is absolutely beautiful.

"So...beautiful." He doesn't know any other word. Nothing can describe him. He leaned down and traced his faded cuts on his abdomen.

"Even with these, you're beautiful." He hears Louis whisper, 'am not' quietly.

"Your arms are beautiful. Your tummy is beautiful. Your thighs are beautiful. Your legs are beautiful. Your beautiful. I won't ever stop telling you. Not until you believe me." Louis sucks in a breath when Harry kisses his chest, his stomach, his thighs, his legs. His lips were so soft, barely touching his skin but it was electric.

Louis was crying again. This time he was happy. Harry smiled at him, a ghost of a smile but it was there. He leaned up and kissed him and for once Louis didn't feel lost.