In his arms, yeah, in his arms yeah. She's waiting for Superman

Andy's P.O.V

Louis takes me to the apartment that he's staying in when it starts to drizzle.

He glances up at the sky and curses. "It had to rain," he groans. He glances at me. "Are you okay? Do you want my jacket?"

I'm stll in my work clothes, which is a black dress and heels. I shake my head and hold my arms close against my body. "Ich mag den regen."

Louis doesn't speak and I allow myself to be taken along with him. Once we reach his apartment, he shows me the bathroom and gives me some of his clothes to change into as I have nothing with me. I set the clothes, a soft white T-shirt and a pair of sweats, on the toilet then brace my hands on the sink. 

I stare at my reflection. I am not pretty. Bruises are already forming around my throat in the shapes of fingers and my cheek has a red handprint on it where Beau slapped me. My hair is tangled and it is a plain mousy brown. Not the attractive chocolate most men go for. My eyes have no life. They look dead and I feel that way on the inside.

Dead and empty and exhausted.

I recognize the girl in front of me. I met her years ago, back in an old apartment in the slums of New York City. She was weak, and silent and afraid. She wore bruises like a second skin and her constant mood was fear. She feared the one who she left her home for.

Oh, I knew her very well.

I suddenly grab a tube of toothpaste and fling it at the mirror and I fall to the ground, sobbing. The mirror cracks, splitting my image in two. Good. Now it's broken like I am. I clutch at my middle and rock back and forth.

Louis knocks on the door. "Andy?" he asks.

I shake my head, tears flying off my cheeks and I try to curl up into an even smaller ball. No, no, no. No one will hurt me again.

"Ofne die Tur, bitte," he says quietly.

I shake my head, even though he can't see me. I want to be alone, just leave me alone.

Why can't people leave me alone?

Louis knocks on the door harder. "Andy, bitte, onfe die Tur," he says.

"Nein," I whisper. "Nein. "Ich habe Angst."

I hear Louis fumbling with the door and suddenly he is there, gently picking me up and pulling me into his lap.

I clutch at his T-shirt like I'm hanging on for dear life, and I try to calm down, but it is no use.

I'm freaking out.

Louis stokes my hair and whispers, "Shhh, shh, es ist okay."

I sob into his shirt, trying to get rid of all the fear that I've been holding inside for the past two months. I am so, so, so relieved that he come back. I'm not sure if I would have been able to escape a second time. I don't know how long we sit on the bathroom floor in that hotel room, but Louis does not let go and it is very dark by the time I stop crying.

Louis gently peels me away from his T-shirt and wipes the tears off of my face with the pad of his thumb. He tries to smile at me, but he looks so tired and worried that it isn't as comforting as I think he would have hoped.

"Mein Schatze," he whispers. "Ich habe du."

I sniffle and wipe the tears off my face. Louis' hand comes up to cover mine and he looks at me tenderly. 

"Tut mir leid ich habe dir verlassen," he whispers.

I swallow hard and rise shakily to my feet. Louis stands up too and puts a hand to my arm to sturdy me.

I don't meet his eyes as I say, "Ich will zu duschen."

Louis nods and leaves me, closing the door behind him quietly. I turn to the shower and fiddle with the knobs before it turns on, spraying warm water. I strip out of my black business dress and step under the water and I close my eyes.

It's like I can feel the water washing away the taint Beau had placed on me. I slowly sink to the bottom of the tub and sit there with my knees pulled up to my chest and my eyes closed. I still am not safe. 

He can find me, he can still hurt me. He knows where I am, where I live, who I'm with. He can find me and hurt me again. This thought has me leaping to my feet in panic, then I start scrubbing on my arm, hard, where he gripped my forearms so tightly and I try to scrub away the marks he left on me. 

I scrub so hard it starts to hurt, but I keep going, trying to remove what he did to me. My arms is rubbed raw, red and very sore.

I finally stop when I can't touch it anymore without it stinging and I turn off the water and dress myself in Louis' clothes and come out to where he is sitting at the kitchen counter. He looks up when he hears me coming and his eyes fall to my forearms, which are very red and sore-looking.

He looks at me with pity and I do not want that look from him, so I turn, ready to go hide under the covers of the bed, but then he is moving, coming to touch my shoulder gently.

"Lass mich helfen," he says. 

I come with him as he sits me on a stool in the kitchen and he puts Neosporin on my arms, soothing me when I wince and bandaging them up. I yawn and he notices. He scoops me up and carries me to the bedroom and sets me down.

I crawl into the bed and bury myself under the covers. Louis presses a kiss on my forehead like I am a child and he says softly, "I'll be right outside if you need me."

As he turns to leave, I catch his wrist and murmur," "Blieb mit mir, bitte."

Louis turns, his blue, blue eyes soft and he kicks off his shoes and comes under the covers with me.

He stays a respectble distance away, but I am scared so I curl up right on his chest and his arms come around to hold me. I feel very safe and secure, especially when he presses a kiss on my hair.

We both fall asleep and if he feels my tears on his T-shirt when I wake up in the middle of the night and cry, he doesn't say anything.

...

When I wake up in the morning, he is still there, surprising me with the fact that he actually stayed.

I push on his chest as I try to get out of bed and he blinks blearily as he wakes up.

He smiles when he sees me and says, "Guten Morgan."

I narrow my eyes at him and suddenly leap out of the bed, holding my arms out to try and keep him at a distance. "Why are you speaking German to me?"

I think that's the fastest English I've ever spoken, but I am scared and Louis is doing strange things and when Beau did strange things he hurt me.

Louis gets out of the bed, holding his hands up in surrender. "I thought it would make you more comfortable."

"How do you know German?"

"I learned it in the months we hadn't seen each other," Louis says slowly, as if I was an injured animal. "It made me feel closer to you."

I slowly lower my arms but still remain at a distance, watching him warily. "Why?"

"I missed you," Louis says. "I regretted leaving you. I missed your friendship and I was jealous of the guy you were dating."

"You wouldn't let me explain," I says, tears coming to my eyes again. "I needed you to save me, but you left."

"I know," Louis says, coming closer, but slowly, ever so slowly. "And I'm sorry."

He catches me as I fall to the ground, crying again. He holds me to his chest and just whispers I'm sorry again and again and he holds me as I cry.

I wonder how many tears I have left.

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GERMAN TRANSLATIONS:

Andy: I like the rain.

Louis: open the door please. Andy, please, open the door

Andy: no, no, I'm scared

Louis: its okay

Louis: my treasure(mein Schatze is a German term of endearment) I have you

Louis: I'm sorry I left you

Andy: I want to shower

Louis: let me help

Andy: stay with me, please

Louis: good morning

Well, hot damn, an update. I dunno guys, I just wanted to write this so... it happened? I cznt even remember the last time I up dared this, I'm so sorry guys.

-taylor