A/N: REMINDER! This is part 2 so it has 2 flashbacks. Part 3 will have 3 and 4 will have 4 but the end will have either none or 1 not sure yet. This is also going to get worse and a little more graphic so you've been warned!

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I've tried but I just can't take it,

I'd rather fight than just fake it (cause I like it

Rough),

You know that I've had enough,

I dare ya to call my bluff,

Can't take too much of a good thing

I'm tellin you!

I miss the bad things,

The way you hate me,

I miss the screaming,

The way that you blame me!

Miss the phone calls,

When it's your fault,

I miss the late nights,

Don't miss you at all!

I like the kick in the face,

And the things you do to me!

I love the way that it hurts!

I don't miss you, I miss the misery!

    “How are you doing Louis?”

    “I called him.”

    “And?”

    “He’s mad.”

    “That’s understandable. I told you this wasn’t a good idea.”

    “He asked me if I really had enough of him.” Stine nodded as she waited for him to continue. “I told him to call my bluff. I don’t miss him, it’s the misery I miss. It’s the pain. I’d rather fight than just fake it all. I thrive on everything that was miserable, and I know he’s the only man that will ever provide me with it. That’s why I loved him, still do really.”

    “Louis this whole thing is so unhealthy for you both. You’re just hurting yourselves. You say you like it, but you can’t have too much of a good thing.”

    “Is it really that wrong for me to miss it?”

“Hello Mr.Smith,” Harry smiled shaking the gentleman’s hand.

“Mr.Styles. I’ve heard great things about you young man.”

“I’m glad to hear. I’ve been working really hard. Love the job.”

“Well, I hope to see you move along then. Maybe someday you’ll work in my building as a representative,” Mr.Smith smiled. “Who is this lad you have with you?” He asked leaning over to look at the boy standing slightly behind Harry with his head down.

Harry reached back grabbed Louis’ wrist and squeezing it unbearably tight. “This is Louis, my boyfriend.”

Louis looked up and smiled politely at the man. “It’s lovely to meet you sir. Harry has told me all about you and might I say you run a strong company.”

Mr.Smith smiled brightly at that. “Why thank you Louis. What do you do for work?”

“I work for a marketing group. I’m head of the project floor so I look over the design and everything before they get sent out. I love my job very much.”

“Sounds quite interesting. You’ll have to tell me more about it.”

“Oh I’d much rather hear more about your company Sir. Harry here loves his work and the whole thing is so abstract to me.”

Mr.Smith was practically beaming, while Harry was fuming. “Ah yes. Well, why don’t you boys come sit with me at the head table and I can tell you all about it.”

“Thank you Sir.”

“Please, call me John.”

Louis smiled and as they made their way to the the table he looked over at Harry to make sure he did good, but when he saw his boyfriend glaring at him with dark eyes he knew he was in trouble.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!” Harry screamed as he slapped Louis across the face as soon as the front door was closed.

Louis covered his cheek after the loud smack echoed through the flat. “What the hell Harry! I was being nice. I got us seated with him at the head table and everything. Did you expect me to be rude?”

“You were practically flirting with him you filthy slut!” He shouted shoving Louis onto the floor.

Louis pushed himself back to his feet. “I am not a slut! I’ve only been with you asshole! I wasn’t flirting either, I was being polite. You’re just jealous I’m allowed to call him by his first name and that he offered me a job on the spot, which I denied because I knew it would piss you off so I really don’t see what the problem is.”

“It’s the fact that you’re just a worthless piece of trash who seems to think it’s funny to put me down.”

“I’m sorry, put you down?” Louis said. “You’re joking right?” Harry shook his head. “Look at yourself Harry! You’re calling me a slut and trash and you’ve called me a heck of a lot worse. So how on earth am I putting you down? Please explain, because I’m quite curious.”

Harry grabbed Louis by the shirt before slamming him against the wall. He held his arms above his head with one hand and the other was pressing on his throat cutting off the oxygen. “You’re mine Louis. I’m allowed to treat you however the hell I want to.”

Louis closed his eyes trying to calm himself so he didn’t suffocate. He stopped fighting Harry knowing it would only make it worse for himself. Harry seemed relentless this time though and just kept pressing harder and harder until Louis thought he was actually going to pass out. He finally released him letting Louis fall to his feet gasping for air. Things were quiet, the only noise being that of Louis’ panting. “You seem to have forgotten that I’m a human being Harry. You can’t own me and I have feelings. You can’t just treat me like this.” And for the first time in a while, Louis cried silently as Harry stalked away slamming the door.

    “Did he ever suffocate you until you did pass out?”

    Louis nodded. “Several times.”

    “Weren’t you scared?”

    Louis shook his head. “I told you, he loves me, he would never hurt me too much.”

    “Stand up and lift your shirt Louis.” Louis closed his eyes and shook his head. “Louis,” Stine pressed.

    Louis stood up lifting his shirt. The bruises we so bad that even though almost a month has passed you could still see where he was hit. There were also burns and scars. That wasn’t what Stine was talking about though, it was the larger scar on his side. “It was an accident.”

    “People don’t just stab people on accident.”

“It’s just dinner Harry, why are you so stressed out?” Louis asked as he watched his boyfriend angrily chopping up the vegetables.

“Because Louis, it’s not everyday that your CEO asks to come over for dinner. I don’t want you anywhere near him, but he made a special request that you be here. I can’t just say no to him either!” Harry said frustrated.

“Just get over yourself Harry,” Louis said rolling his eyes.

“Excuse me?” Harry asked sharply turning to Louis pointing the knife at him.

“You heard me. It’s just dinner Harry and he likes me, so this could be good for you in the end.”

Harry stabbed the knife into the cutting board before turning to Louis pointing his finger at him. “You are not to say one word do you understand me! You keep your head down, only speak when spoken to, and keep your answers vague and simple. Go it?”

Louis nodded. “Yes.”

Harry turned back pulling the knife out and resuming the cutting and cooking. Things were okay for a little while. Harry continued to cook while Lous went upstairs to get dressed. He came back down dressed in his black toms, black skinnies, and a tight blue button up. “What do you think you’re doing?” Harry asked as Louis walked over standing next to him.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re not wearing that, and step away from the food.”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Louis asked offended.

“You look like a whore,” Harry stated bluntly.

“How? I’m in pants and a button up!”

“You know how. Those things are ridiculously tight and your shirt is clinging to you. It’s like you’re trying to get him to stare at you.”

“Well I’m not changing so you’re just going to have to get over it,” Louis said reaching over and grabbing a piece of the food.

Harry slapped his hand away. “Don’t fucking touch it Louis. You’ll just contaminate it with your germs. Now go change.”

“No,” Louis said stubbornly before reaching over a grabbing another bite.

“Goddammit Louis stop!” Harry said getting angry.

“What are you going to do about it?” Louis mocked reaching over and taking more.

Harry went to punch Louis, but forgot about the knife in his hand. The knife stabbed into Louis’ side making him scream in agony. A sound that had Harry flinching. “Shit,” He mumbled as Louis dropped to the floor once Harry pulled the knife out.

Louis was clutching his side shaking violently and crying. “Fuck. Haz,” He whined.

Harry bit his lip. Louis hasn’t called him Haz in quite some time now. “Shit, Lou I swear I didn’t mean to.” Harry pulled Louis close to him.

“I shouldn’t’ve provoked you.”

They sat there silently for a while until Harry got the message that Mr.Smith was on his way over. He let go of Louis standing up and returning to the food. He didn’t even look at Louis as he said quietly, “Go clean yourself up and put on something a little more appropriate. I expect you back down in ten.”

    “Did you even go to the hospital?”

    “No. I was fine. Cleaned it up and bandaged it myself. I was pretty good at dealing with wounds.”

    “Care to elaborate?”

    “That’s not my only scar.” Louis lifted the front of his fringe up revealed a few smaller scars. “This was from the time he smashed my head into the window.” He reached down pulling up the legs of his shorts revealing scars on his thighs. “He used to tie me down and cut my thighs. They aren’t too bad because he used paper. It stung really bad though because papercuts hurt to begin with, but especially on a sensitive area like your thighs.” Louis wiggled his shoulder around. “Even dislocated my shoulders a few times when he would yank me along.”

    “Louis you do understand that you were emotionally and physically abused correct?”

    “No, I wasn’t.”

    “Yes you were. No one should be put down like that or harmed by their partner in any way. What he did to you was wrong.”

    “I was fine,” Louis grumbled slumping back into the couch.

    “Do you miss him?”

    “More than anything.”

    “Why?”

    “I guess I’m just one of those people that craves abuse.”

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A/N2: So, you guys liking this? I feel it's kind of different from other stories, or at least I haven't read on like this before. The song is posted in the intro thing, I might add it to every part though idk yet. But yeah listen to the song. I feel it makes it more intense you know? Then you get a feel for why it's so aggressive. Vote, Comment, Follow, blah blah blah you know the drill! x

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