Hello, Mr. Celebrity (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Six

Here you go, my lovelies! You can thank my mom for ticking me off, because I hid upstairs and wrote this!

Chapter Six

Louis' Point of View

I feel dirty.

So freaking dirty.

Sure, the guy didn't actually do anything to me, but he would have.

And he touched me.

And his... thing, was touching my entrance.

Dirty.

I can't get the feel of his hands off of my skin. It's like his fingerprints are permanently there.

Dirty.

Worthless.

Ugly.

Weak.

Harry will leave. I'm just waiting for the day when he finally realizes that I'm nothing.

When he doesn't care anymore.

That's the day I will break, and will not be able to be fixed.

I shuffled slowly down the hallway, but stopped when I heard voices coming from the kitchen.

"He's in pain."

That was Harry's voice. The most beautiful sound ever created.

"He's injured?" That was Maura.

"Not that kind of pain..." Harry murmured.

It was silent for a few moments, then a vaguely familiar voice spoke up. "H-His dad... sold, his body?"

"Apparently..." Niall spoke softly, pain evident in his voice.

"Is that the first time something like that has happened?" the strange voice asked.

I heard Niall sigh. "No, Liam," Liam. That was one of the guys in One Direction with Harry. "His father has... beat him... everyday since we were pretty young." Niall explained.

I heard three gasps. I'm guessing from Harry, Liam, and... what was the other's name? Zayn? Yes, that's it, Zayn.

"But why?" Zayn asked in horror.

I finally decided to answer myself. "Because I'm a murderer." I whispered, stepping into sight. I kept my eyes on the ground.

"What are you talking about, Louis?" Aunt Maura asked.

Aunt Maura and Uncle Bobby were sitting at the table, and Niall was standing, along with Harry, Liam, and Zayn.

"I killed my mum..." I answered, my voice cracking at the end.

I looked up to see surprise and confusion on the three newcomer's faces.

Niall gasped. "Lou, you don't believe that what happened was your fault?"

"It is." I whispered. "I-If I hadn't been here, she n-never would have been in the accident."

I felt a presence in front of me, but kept my eyes on my bare feet.

I felt someone lift my chin up softly, and I was suddenly looking into a pair of stunning green eyes.

"Louis, you are not a murderer. If she was in an accident, then that's exactly what it was; an accident." Harry spoke firmly.

I avoided his eyes. "It was my fault. All of it was! I deserve everything that happens to me, and if you hadn't saved me last night, then I would have deserved what would have happened too."