I sigh, becoming bored with the lack of things to do in my bedroom. I decide to leave and hopefully walk around the garden. I was growing rather pale again and maybe some time in the sun could fix that. I go to leave, but am greeted by my sister, sobbing by my door. 

"Gemma? What's wrong?" I open the door and allow her in. She hurries in and sits on my bed. I follow her to the bed and sit next to her, rubbing her back quietly until she speaks. 

"It's Louis," She cries. What could he had done to make her cry like this? I've seen a lot of people do a lot of nasty things to Gemma, but she never cried about it, she just lifted her head up and kept going. It was out of her character to cry like this. 

"What happened?" She looks up at me and wipes her eyes pathetically. She gives out a little huff before fixing her hair back up and adjusting her dress. I notice her red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks, whatever Louis did to her had to be bad. 

"Louis said that h-he didn't, he didn't...like me. T-that I should just...die a-and that I was ugly. He told me that I-I shouldn't...have believed that s-someone like me...could ever get with s-someone like him," She hiccups. 

"Gemma, are you sure that's what he said?" I couldn't believe it, wouldn't. I knew Louis would never say something like that. He was really respecting of Gemma and never went out of his way to hurt her. Of course he was cheating on her, but he was trying to avoid that too. 

"You think I would lie about something like this?" She glares at me angrily. I felt guilty for doubting her. It was my job as a brother to believe her and stand up for her when she couldn't stand up for herself, but it was also my job as a boyfriend to understand Louis' version. I decide I would talk to him later about it, maybe in private. 

"Look, I'm sure Louis didn't mean it. It was probably a heat of the moment kind of thing." I didn't want to get into a debate with her about it, so instead I try to redirect her attention. I was about to suggest walking around the grounds for her to calm down, but she stands up. 

"It wasn't, he meant it! He had been acting really rude for the last couple of days and it was only a matter of time before he snapped!" I realized that she wasn't giving up and wouldn't. 

"It's fine, we'll get though this," I tell her reassuringly. I knew now that I had to get this settled sooner rather than later. If I didn't there would probably be shit ton of drama starting around the castle. 

"That's not all...he also hit me. Not hard, but he did," She mutters. He wouldn't. I knew Louis had a temper problem and would lash out at things, but he's never lashed out at someone. Of course, I also hadn't known him that long. 

"He hit you?" I ask. She gives a small nod of her head, as if it were embarrassing. "Did he leave a bruise?" 

"It wasn't hard enough to leave a mark. He hit my side and it hurt a lot then, but most of the pain has gone down now," She explains. I couldn't believe it. I can tolerate a lot of things, but abuse isn't one of them. I was done, I didn't care if I liked him or not, all I cared was that he hit my sister and he was going to pay. 

"I'll take care of it Gemma." I tell her, standing up from my place next to her and heading towards the door.

"Are you sure?" She asks.

"Positive," I confirm. I stand and slam my door shut, fuming. 

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I get to Louis' room and open the door, finding him sitting at his small desk, writing. He looks up at me, smiling at first, but a frown takes it's place as he sees me. 

"Hey babe wha--" I push him from his chair and he lands on the floor. His hand goes to his butt and he groans in pain.

"Don't fucking, 'hey babe' me. Don't you dare lay a god damn hand on my sister again, do you hear me?" He looks up at me, confused. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa? What are you accusing me of? Do you think I hit her or something?" He asks, slowly as if was just trying to understand what was going on.

"Don't lie to me Louis, my sister just told me everything you said and did. There's no point in lying at this point," I snap. He slowly starts to stand up, hand out cautiously. 

"It would be great if you told me what I said and did, because I have on clue what you're talking about," He snaps back. 

"You hit her!"

"Hit her?" Louis' face scrunches up and he shakes his head. 

"Stop lying Louis! Admit your crimes like a man!" Why was even bothering to lie to me? Gemma was sitting just in the other room, balling her eyes out over the whole ordeal and now he won't even fess up. 

" I have nothing to admit to! I'm innocent Harry, yea we did talk, but I didn't hit her," He says, his voice now calm and steady. 

"Stop lying to me Louis! I'm sick of you lying to me about this! How am I supposed to trust you in a relationship if you hit your fake wife anyway? If I can't trust you to admit this, how am I supposed to believe that you really love me," I yell, my emotions flooding over me. It wasn't about Gemma anymore, because now I was imagining me as Gemma and Louis hitting me. 

"I do love you Harry! I never hit Gemma and never would! You have to believe me," Louis pleas. A part of me wanted to believe him. I was desperate to believe that he had morals, but I couldn't just say that my sister was lying. It had to come from somewhere. 

"Why can't you just tell me the truth?" My eyes start to blur from tears. Why was I crying about this? Louis was a liar, that was it, why did there need to be tears? Because you're scared to loose him. Because he could've lied about loving you. Because he probably doesn't love you. 

"I'm telling you the truth Harry. I love you so much! I never loved Gemma and I would never hit her. At this point it's all up to you. I can't beg you to believe me. I hope that you love me enough to know that I would never do that, but I can't. Please Harry," Louis sighs. He presses a hand to his head and goes the bed and sits. Obviously feeling defeated. 

"I'm sorry Louis," I mutter.

"Harry don't do anything you're going to regret, please babe," Louis begs.

"You see Louis, I don't think I'm going to regret it. I'm doing this for me. I can't be with someone you hits my sister and then lies to me about it, okay? I'm not going to let myself continue to fall in love with someone who does that," I repeat. The voice of reason floods over me and I know that I've made the right decision. 

"Harry, I love you please don't leave me," Louis cries. I cover my ears, afraid that hearing him cry would weaken me. I had to think with my head and not my heart for once. When I thought with my heart people got hurt. I hurt my sister and I refused to hurt myself. 

"Stop! I hate you Louis! I'm done!" I turn to leave, keeping my ears covered, only uncovering them to open the door.  As soon as I shut the door I slump. I pull my knees to my head and cradle my head. I feel the tears starting to spill from my eyes as I realize what this meant. 

I sit against the door, not caring if I was found. I had lost the one person that I loved. I thought I had found the one. I can still imagine our children and getting married, but no. Not anymore. That dream was folded up and shoved into the deepest part of my mine. 

The words that I had said replay in my mind. I had told him that I wasn't going to fall in love with someone that would do that, when I had. I was hopelessly in love with Louis. I doubted this would change that, but it needed to. It would be an unhealthy relationship if he started hitting me. I would rather die alone, then die with someone that hits the people he says he loves. 

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Hey guys! I published the prologue for Theo and Miles! If you want to check that out please do! Only a few chapters left. Do you think there's hope for Larry? Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! ~B