Chapter thirty-eight :)

"You fucking little piece of shit!" Louis grabbed Charly's shoulders and pulled him away from Harry who let himself slide down the wall onto the cold floor. He hadn't enough power to stand on his feet. Not yet.

Now Charly was in the same position as Harry had been a few seconds ago. "Aw, how cute, your little boyfriend tries to protect you," Charly said amused. The features of Louis' muscles got sharper and Harry could tell Charly wasn't gonna leave this room just like that. They both spat some angry things.

Charly freed himself and switched positions. Shit. Harry got up still shaking. "Stop!" he yelled as Charly lifted his fist hoping it would stop him, but the boys didn't seem to even notice him.

It was too late Charly's fist met Louis' jaw harshly, Harry watched not able to move he was paralyzed. Just because of him Louis got hurt. No no no Fuck. He felt the deep need to scream. But instead, a tear slid down his face. Charly beat him again and again Louis wasn't even defending himself anymore. It was a horrible thing to look at and if Harry wouldn't do something soon this whole thing would end badly.

He took a deep breath and rushed over grabbing Charly's bicep and pulling him away from Louis. Adrenaline rushed through his veins. He didn't expect to be that strong. "What are you trying Harrold I'm a lot stronger than you honey," Charly said with a lovely voice stroking Harry's cheek softly. What the fuck is wrong with him?! He chuckled at the mad glance Harry threw at him and looked down deep into his green eyes.

Suddenly he took Harry's face in his hands, pulled him closer and kissed him. Harsh, his lips were dry and he tasted like alcohol. It was exactly like the last time, the flashbacks played through Harry's head and let his chest hurt so bad he wasn't able to breathe. Disgusting. Harry pushed him away and it surprisingly worked. Charly smirked whipping lips, a few more tears rolled down Harry's cheeks.

Did that really just happen? The need to take a shower overcame him. He had to wash it all off like he used to do a few years ago. Every inch of his skin needed to be clean from Charly's touch. Harry still remembered how he took a shower multiple times a day because he felt Charly's handprints on his skin. His lips tingled and tasted bitter like alcohol. He felt disgusting. Harry stumbled backwards wrapping his arms around himself.

"Don't you ever fucking dare to touch him again!"

Louis yelled pushing himself from the wall towards Charly and before Harry could even see, his fist met Charly's cheek. He punched him multiple times until they both lay on the floor. Charly punched back a few times but Louis was....stronger. Knees bent at each side of Charly's waist and kept punching him. Knuckles bloody like Charly's face.

The boy let out some painful groans breathing shallowly. If Louis won't stop he would kill him. "Louis," Harry whimpered he didn't seem to hear. Harry was in shock, arms still resting around his stomach. "Lou!" He was surprised how loud that came out looking into the older boys eyes. Charly wasn't moving anymore.

Louis' face was messed up with a couple of cuts on his lip, and his eye was a little swollen too. In comparison to Charly, it was just a scratch. Harry's lip started to tramble as Louis got up and rushed over to him. "I told you I won't let him hurt you ever again," He said pulling him tight into his arms. "I'm sorry." Harry sobbed into Louis' neck. He knew what Louis was about to say but yes he had to apologise. Louis just has fought because of him and he had kissed Charly. Well, Charly kissed him but either way, the whole thing was his fault.

If he wouldn't have ignored Charly they wouldn't be in this position now. "What the hell is going on here?!" Anne stood shocked in the doorway looking down at Charly and then back up to them. Harry's view was blurred from tears. Something at her expression changed. "I knew it was you." She just stared at him in confusion.

"Anne I can explain-"Charly caught spitting out some blood mixed with saliva.

"Shut it. You promised!" She shouted Harry flinched and looked confused at Louis who had let him go and stood next to him. He looked asking at them. Promised? What? What the hell was going on here?! The crease between Harry's eyebrows got deeper as longer he looked at her.

"Mom? What is going on?" His voice quiet, the serious look on Anne's face alarmed him a little, her eyes watery and apologizing.

"I- There is s-" She started sounding honest but stopped after she saw the look Louis gave her. She took a few steps closer to them, gesturing with her hands slowly. "Louis I know what you are thinking but-" he cut her off. "No Anne you have no idea. Harry is your son and you let him suffer like this?"

It was the way his voice sounded that caused a shiver to run down Harry's spine. It was harsh, sharp and full of rage. Harry didn't listen to the rest of their argument all he thought of were Charly's lips on his and how disgusting it made him feel. He looked down at the palm of his shaking hands. The skin around his wrists had turned dark red already.

Louis and Anne were yelling at each other, Charly was crouching on the floor, eyes half-lidded and swollen, the rest of his face didn't look any better. His nose was bleeding all over and he had multiple cuts on his lip and eyebrows. Harry's stomach took a turn.

He stumbled through the hall heading for the bathroom when he felt his throat tingle, the alcoholic taste still on his lips. It was disgusting. He almost didn't make it. His knuckles turned white as he clenched the edge of the sink, throwing up. Choking and coughing so bad it hurt his stomach, his eyes tearing up. Footsteps getting closer and a hand gently rubbing his back.

"Don't look at me." He didn't want Louis to see him like that, he felt so fucking disgusting, his throat was burning like when he had taken a ginger shot and his skin felt like it was on fire. "Eyes are closed." Harry didn't complain, Louis wouldn't leave, he knew that. He turned on the water to clean his mouth, took a few sips, and washed his face the cold water helped the heat go away. "How can I help Haz?"

"Up there?" Someone down the hall asked it was a masculine voice "Yes just down the hall." It was Anne leading the police officers to his room. She must have called them before she came into Harry's room. "T- the door." He breathed out of energy pointing to his right. Louis went over and kicked it shut as soon as the officers walked past it. Harry was still leaning against the sink, knees weak.

The adrenaline started to leave his body and his muscles relaxed a bit, he let himself sink onto the edge of the bathtub, next to Louis, he was nervously playing with his fingers. It was quiet for a while. Harry didn't know what to say. Charly had kissed him in front of Louis' eyes. "I-" Harry broke the silence his voice fragile "I'm so sorry for all this, and," that was honest, looking into those blue eyes. They looked hurt.

"No, don't you dare, it's not your fault." He pushed himself up, groaning in pain and letting himself fall again. It was his hand. "You need to go to a hospital." Harry took the older boy's hand in his own the knuckles coloured dark red, blue and streamed with blood.

Then he took a wet towel and cleaned most of the blood up, carefully wiping it away. Louis hissed a few times in pain through clenched teeth. It looked really bad, he was barely able to move his fingers. It hurt to see him suffer pain but it had to be done otherwise it might get infected. "Thank you" Louis whispered forcing a soft smile.

"Boys?" Anne knocked and opened the door slowly sneaking through the gap. Louis looked her dead in the eyes and stood up protectingly in front of Harry. "The officer wants us to follow them to the office." Her voice quiet and her eyes red as if she had....cried? Louis shook his head, no. "It's fine Lou," Harry mouthed.

Actually, it wasn't, he just didn't want another fight. "Louis," She started her voice soft and kind of shy. "I need you to come too. Please." Why would she want him to go with them? He would go any way but Anne almost begged him. At the way, Louis facial features changed Harry could tell that the last thing he would want to do is to sit in the same car as Anne.

"fine" He surprisingly said.

"Thank you." She pressed her lips to a line and looked down not saying any further word.

"I'm not doing this for you I do it for him." Louis interlocked his hand with Harry's and pulled him out of the room. His hand felt warm in Harry's cold one. The whole ride to the police officers had been weird Harry tried to get a word out of his mom about the way she acted. She was quiet and choppy at the same time. It was really strange she just stared straight ahead in silence he fingers tapping nervously onto the starring wheel. "Leave it alone" Louis had told him over and over.

But something about how she acted was different. It didn't leave Harry alone even in the waiting room. It was filled with silence, only the sound of their breaths, and Louis squeezing his hand once in a while to tell him everything will be alright. The whole atmosphere scared him. Harry felt sick and frightened, sitting there, it was torture. It had been one hour and forty minutes since they arrived. The room was taped with mugshots and descriptions of serial killers it left Harry shivering.

"Ms Styles?" A woman with a nice smile asked and took her over to the main office. They were going to ask them about the incident separately. "I will get to you guys after her." Harry quickly nodded he was too exhausted to talk. Taking a deep breath when she finally closed the door behind her. "Hey, it's gonna be okay." No, it's not, he wasn't ready to tell the story about Charly again, to someone he didn't even know.

He walked up and down hysterically, trying to calm his breath "What if she doesn't believe me, huh?" He played nervously with his rings. "Then they will let him go and I-" fucking breath. It got faster, so fast that Harry felt dizzy. "Haz!" Louis' hands clenching at Harry's shoulders looking deeply into his eyes. "There is no reason she wouldn't believe it. Goddammit"

The woman was already back standing at the doorframe "I'm sorry to interrupt you two but we need you Mr Styles." He looked back to Louis who gave him a soft smile fixing the neckline of his shirt. "You're ready?"

"No"

"You can do it," Louis kissed him softly on the lips. The disgusting feeling of Charly's lips slowly disappeared. "Okay," Harry whispered and forced a smile before he followed the woman. She led him through the hall into a room that was already open. His heartbeat got stronger as he saw a second Police officer staring at him.

He took place on the empty chair next to his mom, she didn't give him a single look. "Harry please tell us what happened." The woman across the table requested. It wasn't easy how should he start, he cleared his throat and took a deep breath then he started explaining. From the very beginning. After a time the stutters got less. The picture of Louis in his mind helping him get through it. Harry bit his lip when the first tears ran down his face. His voice strong. He didn't leave any part out.

Started from when Charly begun being homophobic against him over to that Anne didn't believe him. And of course what had happened today.

The woman wrote some stuff down and asked a few more questions before she turned to Anne. "And please your version." Harry expected her to tell the same story she had told him, that he was just a child trying to be mean to another and so on. But what she actually said left Harry speechless. "So-" She started, voice fragile, looking down at her hands.

"It was like he already told you, just-" she waited a few seconds before she carried on "Just that I knew he wasn't lying, all along." A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked up to the police officer.