"Hey, Louis, you comfortable?" A voice speaks, Zayn's head poking through the door of their guest bedroom where Louis is trying to sleep.

"Yeah." Louis sniffles, he had been crying due to all of the events today hitting him.

Zayn sighs sentimentally, walking inside of the room and closing the door and walking over to the bed, sitting on the wide of it, "You can talk to me, Louis." He promises pulling Louis into his chest, running his hand through his tasseled hair.

Louis cries silently into Zayn's chest, his body shaking with each painful breath he let out, "It hurts."

"I know, Love." Zayn says softly, "But I can't help you make it better if you don't let me know what going on." He presses, "Do you want me to call and talk to your parents-"

"No!" Louis says sternly, pulling away from Zayn and looking him in the eyes, "Please, don't call them." He begs, pure fear in his eyes, "Please, They kicked me out, they can't help, please don't ."

Zayn's face falls, a frown on his face as he reaches a hand up to wipe tears from Louis's face, "Okay, love, I'm not gonna call them, I promise."

Louis takes a deep breath and looks at Zayn, a frown on his lips, "I miss Harry." He says painfully quiet, "I miss him so much."

Zayn furrows his eyebrows, "You mean your teacher, Mr. Styles?"

Louis nods, sniffling, "I thought maybe Mr.Payne told you about us, or something."

"He did." Zayn confirms, "But Harry lives across the street from us." He continues, "I have his number, do you want to call him?"

"Um- Can you call him, and maybe talk about me? I wanna see what he says, I- you don't have to- I just don't wanna talk to him right now." Louis admits, looking down at his hands. Zayn nods, moving to grab his phone from his pocket.

After a few minutes Harry finally picks up the phone.

"Hey, Is everything okay?"

Louis watches at Zayn sighs, looking at him briefly before replying, "Tell me, Harry, Do you know a Louis Tomlinson?"

"Um, Yeah, why?"

"Well he's at our house in an awful state." Zayn says, "He told us you called his parent's about the video and they lashed out."

"What? What do you mean? Is he okay?" Harry asks; Louis can't see him but he knows the man has worry written all over his face.

"I don't know, he was at the park when I found him, the poor boy had his hair all messed up and cut in random places, bruises on his face." Zayn says with a frown, glancing at Louis who was getting ready to say something to defend the situation.

"Are you saying he's been abused?"

"I believe-"

"No!" Louis interrupts, "It's
nothing like that, stop!" He shouts, putting his head in his hands, "I'm not being abused."

"Louis?" Harry asks through the phone, "Baby, are you okay, Do I need to come over?"

"No." Louis says lowly, "I don't want to talk to you."

Zayn purses his lips, handing the phone to Louis and gently removing himself from the room; he figures the two need some privacy.

"Louis, I'm sorry, I had to tell them-"

"Did you?" Louis hisses, "I asked you not to." He whimpers, "Why would you go behind my back? Is it because I ended things between us?" He asks, starting to cry again, "I-"

"I thought it was the right thing to do, Louis." Harry snaps, "You can't possibly tell me you wouldn't want to know if your child was victimized the way that you were."

"If I was a good parent and didn't fucking beat my kids for every single mistake then no I wouldn't!" Louis bursts, breathing heavily.

"What? Beat?" Harry asks hurriedly, voice worried, "Louis do they beat you? Oh my-"

"I have to go." Louis says quickly, "I'm not going to school tomorrow, so don't bother looking for me."

"Louis-

"No, bye Harry."

-

Louis doesn't wake up until 12 the next day, Zayn and Liam already being at work. He gets up out of bed with a frown on his face, little feet padding into the kitchen to raid their kitchen.

On the fridge, there's a note left from Zayn;

There's all types of cereal in the pantry, milk in the fridge. i left you a cup of tea but you might need to warm it up. Have a good day, Louis. (: see you later! I hope you are feeling a little better xx

Louis sighs, smiling secretly at the note
before moving to warm the tea and pour himself some cereal.

About an hour passes and he is sitting on the couch, watching a re-run of keeping up with the kardashians.

Suddenly the door bell rings and Louis finds himself making his way towards the door, biting his lip nervously.

When he opens the door he is met face to face with someone he really didn't want to speak to; Harry.

"Louis." Harry breathes, green eyes pouring into blue ones, "Please, can we talk?"

Louis sniffles, looking at Harry's shirt instead of his face, "Aren't you supposed to be at school?"

"I got off early to come and see you."

Louis looks at Harry and sighs, backing up and letting him inside as if it were his own home. He wishes he had parents as cool as Zayn and Liam.

"I'm sorry." Is the first thing that Harry says once they are seated on the couch, thighs presses together.

"Yeah." Louis swallows, looking down at his hand, his face unreadable.

"Louis," Harry breathes, eyes raking over the boy's bruised face, "I didn't know that this was going on."

"There isn't-"

"Cut that bullshit, Louis." Harry says, shaking his head, "You slipped it last night, and you look a mess."

Louis bites his lip, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, he really didn't wanna talk to Harry about this.

"Louis, why didn't you tell me?" Harry asks finally, "Baby, no one deserves to go through this," He says softly, "I want to help you." He comforts, "I want you to stay with me, I want you to give us a chance again." He says, placing a hand on Louis's thigh, "Now that I know why you were so distant we have no reason."

"Harry, All I am is trouble." Louis says, looking up at the man, "You don't deserve someone that's constantly going to have something wrong with them."

"I don't give a fuck what kind of problems you have going on, Baby." Harry says, shaking his head, "I care about you, so much, I'm here, for everything."

"You must hate me." Louis says, voice breaking as he leans into Harry's chest, "I'm sorry." He cries.

"Thats all that matters, love." Harry tells him, "We're gonna get through all of this, together."