Take Me There (AU): Prologue.
Harry was tired of pretending. His life was a completely lie. His dreams had been crushed since the day he was born. All his life had been marked by loneliness and departure. He always felt out of place, different. Something inside him wasn’t working right; and it was since that day, he realized he was broken. Harry was in need of a heal. But he was afraid to one thing in particular: He was afraid to speak. He had always been reserved; he kept his feelings just for himself. Harry needed a fix.
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: AU. Angst. Self-harming, depression and departure.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Louis, Harry or the rest of the boys -even if I want to-. I don’t get anything in return, I just love to write.
Prologue:
“Stop it! Please, stop it!” The little boy squealed with both of his hands at his sides of his head, covering his ears.
He didn’t want to hear anything. It was typical, but it doesn’t meant he didn’t feel something.
“Shut up you! This is between your mother and me!” The adult yelled at him.
His face was red and the veins were marked on his neck. It was really scary.
Mostly for a ten year kid. “You’re such a whore! I can’t deal with this, maybe we’re not the best marriage, but you’re still my fucking wife, and you’re going to do everything I tell you to!”
“Mark! Shut up, you can’t say those things in front of your son!” She hissed at the man. She was really tired of that situation.
“That moron it’s not my son!” He snapped and sent a disgusting look at the little boy on the corner.
Harry pressed his eyes and bit his lip, but never moved his hands of his ears.
“Don’t call him that! Don’t you ever do it again in front of my face or I -”She stopped. Anne was really mad at his husband and she had to control herself. “Mark, this needs to stop, or we’re never going to live in peace.”
“We’re never going to live in peace with you being a slut!”
“MARK!” She yelled at him and sighed. “I’m tired, I’m tired of all of this. Do you hear me? TIRED.” Anne lifted her hands in defeat, and then waved off. She started to walk toward her room and started to throw her clothes in a suitcase.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Mark yelled at her and stepped in the door.
“I’m leaving. What the hell do you think I’m doing?” Anne rejected to look at his ‘husband’ and moved around in the room, looking for all of her stuff. “And I’m taking Harry with me.” She said confidently.
“No! You’re not going to take anything with you. If you leave, you leave only with what you're wearing!” Mark took her by her arm with force and pulled her off the room. “Mark! Stop it! You’re hurting me!” Anne tried to escape from the grip but Mark was stronger than her. “Mark!”
“Shut it!” And he kept pulling her and Anne found the courage and released herself from his husband’s hand.
“Don’t touch me again!” Anne tried to walk, but she was so focused on her fury, and didn’t watch her steps and her foot stumbled with the border of the doorstep causing her to fall down over the stairs.
Mark watched at Anne’s body which was rolling down with speed, and stopped right on the end of the stairs. He gasped at the situation but did nothing to help the woman laying on the floor.
Harry crawled closer to his mother’s motionless body and started to cry. Anne’s face was pale as ice and her lips were blue. At the back of her head was running blood in big amounts.
He kept crying.
His mother was dead.
And he saw everything.