Chapter 41

Harry's POV

7:30pm

I'd been waiting two and a half hours....Louis still hasn't shown up.....

I decided to text him.

To ~Louis~Tomlinson~

Hi. Where are you? xx

I sighed and turned off my phone, where is he? He said he'd be home soon...he said he was excited to see me....

9:04

Everyone else had gone to bed, Louis isn't here yet...and still hadn't answered my text, I'm pretty sure he's at Eleanor's, I just know it....he doesn't love me, it was all a lie, why would he love me? I'm not perfect, I always get in the way, I'm...me.

I closed my eyes and cried silently, I curled up on the couch and hugged my knees, I tried to sleep but I couldn't knowing Louis wouldn't be here with me.

As I lay there, I heard sounds of laughter and yelling approaching, I sat up and looked around, I turned on the lamp and tiptoed to the front door,I opened it and looked down the hall way squinting, trying to make out who was coming up the stairs.

I slowly walked down the hall, I poked my head around the corner.

It was Louis and Eleanor, she was helping him up the steps and he was laughing.

"Hi" I waved, stepping out into the open and putting my hands in my pockets. Eleanor glanced at me, slightly annoyed and waved back. Fine, be that way Eleanor...see if I care.

"Hi Lou" I whispered, I reached my arms out to hug him.

He shoved me back, "woah woah curly, keep your hands to yourself"

I stared at him, blinked rapidly. "W-what?"

Eleanor glared at him and yanked him up stairs, "he's drunk,Harry" she snapped, shoving him at me.

My eyes widened "Lou are you ok?" I asked, as he fell into my arms. He grinned at me "quite all right" he tried to stand and fell over, he banged his head on the wall and burst out laughing.

"Shut up! You'll wake the entire building" Eleanor mumbled, "take him inside Harry, make sure he gets some sleep."

I nodded, she turned on her heels and walked away "oh, and Harry tell him not to call me tomorrow" I shook my head saying "ok" and then whispered "bye"

"BYEEEE ELEANORRRRR" Louis shouted, waving his arms in the air while on the floor.

I heard her mutter "I hate you" before storming off down the stairs. "HATE YOU TOO BABE" Louis mocked, sarcastically, attempting to stand and falling, he grabbed onto my shirt looking into my eyes, it sent shivers up my spine. I don't know if I was afraid because he was drunk or that I just enjoyed holding him in my arms.

"Let's go inside Lou" I draped his arm over my shoulder and walked back into the hotel room.

"I'M BACK EVERYONE I HAVE RETURNED" Louis shouted, dramatically,throwing his hands in the air. I cupped my hand over his mouth, "Shhh they're sleeping"

"let's wake em up then"

"No, Louis"

He giggled and walked over to me, he slid his fingers under the front of my shirt, I backed up, shaking my head, "s-stop, Lou" he put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer, "why?" he began kissing my neck and running his fingers through my hair. "STOP" I growled, shoving him. He smirked and grabbed me again, he pushed me on the couch and laid on top of me. "Get off of me" I said, blankly. I wasn't trying to be mean but he was making me feel uncomfortable....if he wasn't drunk it would be different...

He held my arms down and pressed his lips to mine, tears filled my eyes as I tried to push him off.

"don't fight it" he smirked, ruffling my hair.

"Stop! You're hurting me!" I groaned, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Louis smirked, shaking his head. "I don't care" he said, kissing me again.

I squirmed around, he held my arms down harder than ever "I'll hurt you worse if you keep it up" he pressed a kiss to my forehead and glared at me "I said don't fight with me! I'll hurt you" I began sobbing "p-please stop I d-don't like it"

He looked at me confused, "what do you mean "don't like it" "

"You're h-hurting m-me I don't like it" I stammered, looking up into his eyes.

For some reason, he became angry (I hate him when he's drunk I understand why Eleanor was mad)

he grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him "I SAID DON'T FIGHT ME OR I'LL HURT YOU" I swallowed hard, doing my best not to cry,and bit my lip, he really was hurting me...if you haven't forgotten I was beat up earlier, and I've got fresh cuts on my arms...but he doesn't care..

"I don't wanna hurt you. So don't make me." He whispered, coldly. I nodded, wiping my eyes. He grinned evilly while stroking my cheek, "good, cause I don't wanna hurt you, but I will if I have too" all I could do was nod, I pulled my sleeves over my hands and dried my eyes again. Louis suddenly grabbed my arm, I yanked it back, but then I remembered what said, would he really hurt me? I held out my arm, taking a few deep breaths. He rolled up my sleeve and his face hardened, "You said you'd stop, YOU LIED TO ME!" He yelled, jumping to his feet, "YOU BLOODY LIED TO ME" I sat up, tears in my eyes, "I-I know...it's hard to stop, I'm trying..."

"NO YOU'RE NOT, THAT'S ANOTHER LIE!"

"No, Lou, I promise"

He shot me a dirty look, he raised his arm and slapped me across the face. I yelped in pain, I rubbed my cheek, sobbing. How could he do that?! He...he hit me....

I got to my feet, getting smack in the face, again. He grabbed my shirt, screaming at me. "I TOLD YOU TO STOP! WHY DIDN'T YOU LISTEN!? KEEP CUTTING THEN SEE IF I CARE" He raised his hand to hit me.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! GET AWAY FROM HIM" Liam came running over and pulled Louis off of me. Liam pushed Louis on the couch and helped me up, my nose was bleeding a little, other than that I was fine, physically... He has no idea how much that hurt, how could say that....it hurt more than anything anyone's ever said because it came from him...not just some jerk who doesn't know me, it came from someone I thought actually might care about me...I can see now, he doesn't and never will care.

"Put some ice on your nose and go to sleep, I'll deal with him" Liam patted my back and sent me to the kitchen, I got an ice pack and stood there a moment listening to Liam arguing with Louis. I crept out of the kitchen and snuck into my room, I locked the door behind me and collapsed on the bed.

I hate myself, more than ever...