Louis' POV

As I lay here on the bed, I can't help but sob. My body is in so much pain. I can't believe I have wasted all this time with this man that I thought knew, but really didn't. How could I be so blind? The events just keep replaying in my mind. Just as I am about to try to stand to go to the bathroom for a long soak in the bath, I hear a voice. It said, "Louis I am here. Even if you can't see me, I'm here love." I didn't want to freak out. In my state, I am surprised I am not seeing things as well. Just when I thought I couldn't freak out anymore, I feel a hand brush through my hair and then down my cheek. I jolt up in surprise ignoring the pain coursing through my entire body and begin to look around. My head is pounding and I am feeling a bit lightheaded, and I am scared shitless right now. The only thing I can think to say is, "Hazzie." That voice. I know it was him. The question is how? How can I hear him and most importantly, how could he touch me. I am freaking out right now. I don't know what is going on.

I finally find the strength to pull myself out of bed. I sat for a bit to see if anything else would happen. Nothing did. I was kind of sad about that, but happy at the same time. My body has received enough of a shock in these past hours to not need to deal with anything else right now. I eventually make it to the bathroom and turn on the faucet. A nice hot bath should do me good. I want to look in the mirror but I am afraid. That fucker really did a number on me. I wish I weren't so weak. I wish I could have fought back. After that slap, I kind of blanked out. All I could do was try to shield myself as best as I could. All the kicks and punches he gave me. I can't believe any of this has happened. The most surprising is that he r... r... ra, I can't even say it in my head. I shouldn't be crying. I need to be strong. I need to call the police.

I decide to hold off on the bath until I speak with the police. I can't let him get away with this. He violated me and beat me mercilessly. He needs to go to jail and I hope he does. As I turn to head to my room to grab my mobile, I glimpse at the mirror. I begin to sob uncontrollably. "I can't recognize myself. Oh God. I... I," I can't even finish my thought. "It's ok Louis. Just call the police. That bastard has to pay!" I hear someone say. I jumped at the sudden voice and slipped on the rug. I hit my head on the side of the tub. I landed on the floor, hearing a cracking sound. Everything is going black. Fuck my life.

Harry's POV

I am still trying to understand how Louis can hear me and feel my touch. All I know is that I was hurting so much for him and I wanted to comfort him. Maybe that's it. If I concentrate hard enough and can somehow connect with Louis, then maybe that is how he is able to hear my voice and feel my touch. I have to be very careful with this. I could use this to my advantage though. This will really help me out a lot. If I am able to talk to him and he can feel my touch... this will be so much fun eventually.

Louis has finally made it to the bathroom. However, he has changed his mind about his bath and is not going to call the police first. I am so glad. That prick does not deserve to see the light of day ever again after who he is and what he has done. The nerve of that fucker. I wish I was alive. I would kill him. "Oh God," I hear Louis say and begin to sob. When I focus in on him, he is in the mirror. He is looking at his face and sobbing terribly. Both his eyes are black and there is a cut above his left eye and a cut beside his right. His nose is busted and looks broken. His lips are swollen and busted as well. His bottom lip looks as if it cut in the corner so bad he will need stitches. Oh my gosh. My baby. ""It's ok Louis. Just call the police. That bastard has to pay!" I find myself screaming without thinking. The next thing I see is Louis jump and trip on the rug. He fell and hit his head on the tub and has blacked out. His left arm is twisted in a funny way and I think it may be broken or badly sprained. Since he now lives alone, no one will come to help him. This is fucked up and it is all my fault. I have to learn to control this. 

I lightly stroke my hair because I know Louis can feel it. Well, if he were conscious. I really hate this. His hair is so soft. I wish I was there with him. I wish things weren't as fucked up as they are. If only I could turn back time, then I could fix things. I am glad that guy is gone. I never liked him. I only put on a smile for Louis' sake that one time in the hospital. I am sure he knew it was fake. I had never seen him before today. I am so glad of that as well. He is such a bastard. I can't believe him. He will definitely pay for what he has done to Louis even if I have to see to it when I wake up!

It has been almost an hour and Louis is still unconscious. His back is bleeding badly on the floor. I need to try to wake him up. I feel kind of weird that I have to touch myself in the place that I wish for him to feel it on his body. Stroking my hair and cheek is not a big deal, but what if he allows me to touch him in a more intimate way one day? That may get a bit weird but hey, I am all up for it. 

So, what can I do to try to wake him? I wonder how would I kiss him on his lips? No, no. That would not be right. Besides, I don't know how I would do it anyway. I decide to tap on the side of my face. I can't be too rough with it because he is already banged up pretty seriously and I don't want to cause him any more pain. I tap on his cheek and begin to call his name. After about five minutes, he begins to stir. "Hazza," he calls to me. He is pretty calm right now so I know he is not realizing I am not actually there. I don't want him to freak out again.

"Louis. I know this is going to sound weird, but I need you to just listen to me. Can you do that for me?" I ask him and he nods his head with his eyes still closed. I stroke his hair as I begin to speak. "You have to find a way to get yourself up and go call the police. That bastard can't get away with this. He has did unimaginable things to you and he has to pay," I try to say calmly. Tears are streaming through the sides of his eyes as he lays there listening to me. I continue saying, "I wish I was there to hold you. Maybe try to make it a bit better. I would definitely hold your hand and support you as you go through what is to come. I know it will not be easy, but I promise you I will be here with you through it all. Don't ask me how this is happening. All I know is I am glad I am able to offer you comfort in words and touch. All you have to do is call on me and I will come to you. Even though you won't see me, I will always be here with you until you send me away." He is full on crying by the time I finish what I have to say. "Don't be afraid," I whisper to him before I begin to stroke his cheek. He holds the side of his face and smiles a bit through his tears. "Thank you so much, 'Arry," he says to me.

Louis is trying to get off the floor. He is doing a lot of struggling. His body is so sore and he can't use his left arm. His cries are killing me and I don't know how to help him. "Don't be afraid," I whisper to him again and begin to stroke his hair. That will be what I say each time before I touch him. I don't want to scare him again, so I will say that. Well, at least until he gets used to it. Eventually he gives up and just rests his body on the side of the tub. I decide to see if I can lift him. If I can touch him, maybe I can figure a way to help him up from the floor. He can't just stay in the bathroom. He needs medical attention and to report that sick bastard to the cops.

After thinking for a moment, I decide to grab my right arm and lift up on it. It is so funny seeing his arm go up in the air involuntarily. "Hazzie? What are you doing?" He sniffles out in a bit of a whisper. His voice is hoarse from all of the screaming and crying. "I am trying to help you get up," I respond. "Let's give it a try and see if it will work," I tell him. As I get a tight grip onto my arm, I begin to lift it. Louis begins to push up with his legs and slowly but surely, he is able to get up off the floor. "Go get your phone and call them now. Please, Louis." I beg him. He can barely walk now. His body is stiff and in so much more pain from the fall. He finally makes it to his room and gets his phone. He slowly sits down on the bed and winces terribly at the pain in his ass and back. When he finishes the call, he just sits there thinking. I wish I could read his thoughts. All that has happened to him today, and now his ex-boyfriend, who is in a coma no less, is able to communicate with and touch him. As I look a bit closer at him, I see he has silent tears falling down his face onto his chest. I stoke his hair lovingly and tell him, "It will be alright love. Just be strong. As I told you before, I am with you."

Louis' POV

As I wake up, I can feel light taps to my face and someone calling my name. I know It is Harry, but how is this possible? So I ask him as I lay there with my eyes closed. He explains everything to me as best as he can. It is kind of hard to believe, but how can I say it is not true. It has to be something and only he would know. After his explanation, I try to get off the floor. I am still struggling but somehow, Harry manages to be able to help me. I finally push through the pain and make it to my room. My arm is hurting so bad I wish I could chop it off. Actually, everything on me hurts. I just want to disappear. Find a way where I can numb my whole body. As I turn to sit down on my bed, a sharp pain runs through my ass and up my back like I have never felt before. I know this is not normal and it scares me. I take my phone and call the police. When they finally answer, tears begin to stream down my face. "Yes. My name is Louis Tomlinson, and I was just r-r-raped and severely beaten by my boyfriend. Can you send me some help please, please." I begin to beg. All these emotions begin to hit me and I don't know if I can finish the call. The officer asks for my address and when I give it to her, she says there will be officers here shortly as well as an ambulance.

I thank her and hang up the phone. As I sit crying on the side of the bed, I begin to think of what he did to me. He was so ruthless and uncaring. To find out who he really was shook me to my core. I can't do this. I just want to leave this place and go hide away somewhere no one will ever find me. I am so afraid for what will happen after this. As the tears continue to stream down my face, I feel a hand stroking my hair. Harry. It still feels the same as it did all those years ago now that I pay closer attention to it. I lean into the touch. It feels so good and I didn't realize I'd missed it so much until now. I am so glad for whatever is going on. I know bad things happened in the past, but I am over all that now. I am happy Harry is able to be like this with me even though his body is laid in a coma in a hospital bed. It is kind of weird when you think about it, but I am thankful for it nonetheless.

I sniffle a bit as the stroking continues and Harry speaks to me again. He said, "It will be alright love. Just be strong. As I told you before, I am with you." He just doesn't know how much happiness I feel when he says those words and I won't tell him. I simply ask, "Will you hold my hand while I talk to the officers Harry? I don't think I can do this alone. I need you." He doesn't respond right away, but when he does he sounds a bit choked up. "Anything for you, Louis. I will always be here for you." I smile a bit to myself. Sadly, it was a short-lived happiness. There was a knock at the door. "LAPD," I hear a man say loudly after four hard knocks. "I'm coming," I yell out as I grab my robe. I hadn't paid attention that i was still  naked. I hope harry couldn't see. I look a mess.

I begin to make my way to the door. I know it will take me a little longer to get there than normal. "Well, this is it," I think as I slowly approach the door. Once I open it, they take one look at me and all I see are stretched eyes. They come rushing in after I move to the side and the medic walks me to the chair to begin the examination. "Who did this to you," one of the officers asked me. "Hazza," I whisper and move my hand outward a bit. I feel Harry take my hand and I find my voice again. Slowly I say, "His name is Josh. Josh Peters."

Notes

The pic at the top is who I imagine Josh to be. Thanks to all of you who are reading the stories!! Pls like and share it. Happy Holidays to you all!! :-)