It's Hard To Dance With a Devil On Your Back~ Chapter 2
"I just want to help you!" Louis shouted, running his hands through his hair.
"You can help me by just forgetting about me! You don't deserve someone who's broken, Lou!" I couldn't take it any longer. I had to get out of here. I did the first thing I could think of.
I ran.
Larry Stylinson!AU. Louis works at a crisis shelter. Louis doesn't know why, but something about the new boy that catches his attention, almost seeming familiar. Little does he know, Harry has sworn off love after his last relationship that turned abusive. Can he help Harry to believe in love again, or is it too late?
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I dreamt of a boy.
I wasn't sure how long I was out for, but I didn't care. I was having a better time in my own dreams then in reality.
It was a reoccurring dream, over and over throughout the period of unconsciousness. I would be falling, or in some type of danger, and at the last second, he would save me. And then, he'd always whisper something. Something, I never caught as my vision faded back to black. Then the dream would start over. Did my life just suck or what?
I guess it was worth it, though. The boy was very beautiful, having eyes of beautiful blue, and floppy brown hair. Every time he saved me, he had this gorgeous smile to die for, and it made me feel all warm inside. And now, I sound like a prepubescent little girl to all of you, but I honestly don't care. These dreams made me the happiest I've been in a while.
After a few more rounds of these dreams, I felt the heaviness of my eyelids start to fade. Then, a few more rounds of dreams, and I was opening my eyes. The room was bright around me, seeming too bright to be real. And then, I uttered the first thing that came to my mind, and god was it cliché, "Am I in heaven?" Except, it came out more like "AmIinheaven?" due to what I assumed was pain medication circulating through my body.
I heard a chuckle come from the doctor as I became aware as to why I was loopy on pain medication. My shoulder. Now the events of that night came back to me, flashing throughout my mind. I winced a bit, the doctor taking that as a sign that I needed more medication, quickly injecting more into the IV attached to my hand. Once he finished, he started to explain what all happened and what would continue to happen once I was out of this shithole.
The doctor told me that the neighbors had heard our fight and had called the police since it hadn't been the first time they heard screaming from our apartment. The police arrived a few moments after I was stabbed in the shoulder by my boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, and that they had stitched up my shoulder, which I would need physical therapy for. After the police came, they took me here, which caught me up to the present. Apparently I had been out for a couple days. But really, the only thing that I missed was some new celebrity in some new scandal, same old thing.
It wasn't a surprise that no one showed up to come visit me. I had no friends thanks to my ex-boyfriend and how controlling he was, my dad had left a while ago and cut off contact when I came out, and my mum probably didn't even know anything had happened because she doesn't live around here. I decided I should call her once I get back to my apartment, but that wasn't the doctor's plan.
Since I shared that apartment with my ex-boyfriend, I couldn't go back because of police orders, causing me to have no place to live. And because I didn't have enough money to buy a place, they decided they were going to ship me to a crisis center so that I could recover, get therapy, and have a place to stay.
I decided my life was already horrible, so how much more horrible could it get?
Little did I know that my life was just about to become the opposite of horrible. Things were about to look up for me, I just didn't know it yet
