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The next day Louis didn't show up to work. Or the day after that.
Of course he called Tim saying he didn't feel well but Harry had his suspicions. He couldn't care less about what was going on but he was never one to keep his thoughts to himself. So when the man finally came to work, the first thing Harry said was, "Where were you?"
The smaller lad rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses. He looked around to see a few people in the back playing pool.
"I was sick." Louis softly said, trying not to talk much since he had a very long night. He took a seat at the bar with a huff before reaching over for the bottle of whiskey and a shot glass.
Harry squinted his eyes at him from his place behind the counter. He crossed his arms over his chest and scanned the boy to see him wearing a long sleeved shirt and his hair was styled in a sloppy fringe on his forehead. "Why don't you take off the shades." He stated, "You know we're inside, right?"
"I'm hungover." Louis replied, pouring himself a glass because he would only hope Harry would just drop it.
"So you drink more?"
"Why are you on my ass?" He snapped, placing the bottle back before tossing the shot down his throat with a wince. "You in love with me or something?"
Harry rolled his fake forrest greens and turned his back towards the man. You fucking wish, he mentally scoffed, Every time i see you i want to hurt you.
Louis wanted to apologize for the comment but he just let out a sigh when the curly haired man walked away to talk to the men playing pool. The man just wished he could take off the sunglasses and not look like an ass but no one can see what happened.
Harry knew the day would go slowly. None of the men playing pool wanted to drink as much as usual which just left him wandering around to avoid Louis who was rubbing the bridge between his nose at the bar.
His attention was pulled away from the blue eyed man when he saw the door open and the man from last night strode through with sunglasses on his face and a smirk as he spotted Louis worriedly looking at him.
The man gave Harry weird vibes. He looked rugged in the red flannel and ripped jeans he was wearing. Did i miss the memo to bring my sunglasses? Harry joked.
He furrowed his eyebrows when he saw the man grab at Louis' arm, tugging him out of his seat before dragging him out the door. His fingertips began to tingle as he stood up slowly, making his way towards the door because he had nothing else better to do and the man looked angry.
Once he was outside, he looked around only to not see the two. His instinct was to look for another victim but his mind was telling him to do something else.
With a sigh he pulled the cigarette from behind his ear and lit it with his mini lighter, taking a long pull from the stick before pulling away to blow the smoke out of his nose.
His boots clicked against the pavement as he made his way towards the alley beside the bar so he wouldn't have to deal with the annoying whines from passerby's that didn't want the smell of nicotine on their clothes.
His green eyes immediately went to the people at the end of the alley.
There stood Louis pressed against the wall tightly as the man towered over him, holding so tightly at his arms that his knuckles were white. Even from the distance, Harry could see his sunglasses were off and a dark shade of purple surrounded his right eye.
The green eyed man almost wanted to just walk away from the scene and finish his cig else where but the way Louis looked made him angry. "Hey!" He shouted, his deep voice drawing the attention of the man who was hurting the smaller man. His hair bounced as he walked quickly towards the two.
The brown eyed man pulled away from the scared boy as Harry got closer.
"Louis, is this guy bothering you?" His pseudo-green eyes switched between the smaller lad and the man.
"N-No, Harry." Louis stuttered, wildly looking at the taller lad. "I-Its fine. This is my boyfriend, Liam." He bit at his bleeding lip hesitantly because he knew that Liam had a temper when someone interrupted them.
Liam.
"How'd you get all those bruises." Harry questioned, knowing damn well that this Liam person put them there. "Did he do that to you?"
"What the fuck is it to you?" Liam spat, turning so he could be face to face with the curly haired man. He had to look up just to make eye contact with the man, bringing a smirk to his face.
"He's my friend." Harry retorted, stepping forward to bump chests against Liam. "I don't see why you have to hit him. He always tells us that he absolutely loves you."
"The hell is it to you what we do in our relationship?" Liam cracked, "Louis is perfectly happy with how things are with us."
"He doesn't look happy."
"I-I'm h-happy." Louis stuttered, whimpering when his blues met with Liam's harsh browns. "I'm sorry."
"No." Harry sternly said, his hand going to Louis'. He entwined his fingers with his smaller ones because he knew that he was scared. Fuck it feels weird doing this. "You don't have to say sorry for shit. Louis, you don't have to be with this guy anymore. Come on." With that he pulled Louis from his position on the wall and lead him out of the alley.
"W-Where are we going." Louis questioned, merely looking at their still locked hands instead of the direction they were going. It made his heart flutter that Harry came and protected him against his abusive boyfriend but couldn't help but worry that Liam would be back.
"I'm taking you back to my place." Harry answered through gritted teeth. He wanted to just go back and smash Liam's skull against the brick wall but he knew he couldn't with Louis there.
"B-But where am i going to stay?"
"With me."
Louis wanted to deny and just pull his hand away but he was terrified of being alone. Especially after the look in his lover's eyes.
So he let Harry drag him towards his apartment, not even bothering to unlock their fingers once in front of his door.
Did i clean up from last night? Harry wondered, hoping that he did while he turned the key into the knob. He opened the door quickly because his body was beginning to ache and he had to go and kill something before he snaps and just murders Louis. "I'll be back." He muttered when he saw the bruised man looking around his dull apartment, closing the door before he could question as to where he was going.
