You're a little late, I'm already torn

by paow

Harry lay on the bed, shivering, covered with nothing but the bruises he had left on him. It had been paiful, he rememberd. The harsh words ripped through his memory like a blade - they had hurt even more than the blows he had recieved and the feeling of being ripped apart." Louis is a little late, Harry is already torn. How do you handle the aftermath of rape? ONE DIRECTION

2. Chapter 2

Harry couldn't be seen like this, he would frighten everybody. He needed to clean himself up so that no one would suspect anything. This had to be a secret; Harry would rather die than have anyone find out what happened.

Luckily it wasn't their hotel room. He honestly didn't knew where he was, he had followed the man up here after sharing that joint backstage after their concert. God, he was so stupid. So gullible. Everything was his own fault. First he needed a shower badly. He stepped in the shower, letting the warm water run for a long time while scrubbing every inch of his body. He scrubbed until he bleed, but it made him feel better. The open sores started to stung, and he couldn't handle the pain that spread throughout his whole body. He sat down and curled himself to a ball. He had never felt so vulnerable in his seventeen year old life. He must have stayed in this positied for long time, because the water became cold and hit him like ice.

Grabbing a clean hotel towel, he quickly dryed himself and went looking for his clothes. Harry found them in a bunch by the bed, and dressed hastily. Taking a last look at the room as he went to the door, he shivered as the memory of the night haunted him once again. He couldn't stay here any minute longer. Harry left the room, and was happy the corridor was empty. Not wanting to meet anyone, he took the stairs two steps at a time ignoring his body protesting him to take it easy. Looking down the whole time, he went by the receptionist without any encounters and was finally outside where he was able to catch his breath.

He took the nearest taxi, and gave the driver the adress to the hotel their were staying at. Now he only wanted one person, so he picked up his phone,and dialed the number he knew by heart.

"Hey" he didn't realise how uneasy his voice sounded. He could hear the loud music in the background; he must still be at the club, he though.

"Haz, this party is CRAZY, u should have come with us!" Louis screamed in the phone over-exited and clearly intoxicated.

"yeah, sounds like you have a blast". Louis heard something was wrong with his best friend. " U okey mate?" What was he supposed to say? He was not okey. He was anything but okey. There was a silent pause where none of them said anything.

" No.. I need you Louis" Harry's voice had cracked, and he was near crying again.

"I-I need you, please". He felt like he had said to much. "Yeah okey, We'll be at our hotel as soon as I find the other boys-" Harry cut him off " No, just you". "Sure Haz, I'm on my way. Has something happened?" He could tell Louis was starting to get worried. "Just please come, ok?" was his last words. "You're freaking me out Haz.. but I'll be there in 20 min". They hung up. The drive seemed to last forever, and Harry was starting to feel nervous. What was he supposed to tell Louis? He felt so ashamed.