I'm Broken but I'm fine

Part 12

Louis stirs on the bed and whimpers.

"Shhhhhh, baby it's okay shhhhhh" I stroke his hair and he falls back to sleep.

Mum and Anne stare at me speechless at our exchange. I sigh.

"I love him and I'm not ready to let him go, he has come such a long way over the last few weeks and I think going home will be detrimental" I say.

"Andy?" My mum speaks towards him.

"I have to agree with H Anne, Louis has come leaps and bounds with the boys and I. He has admitted he was bullied, told us about his cutting and we have even been able to stop him twice from harming himself. This infection is a setback but he is doing amazing. Our next focus is getting him to eat again. I think he should stay where he is to do that. Any upset could hinder any potential recovery. That's my friendly and professional opinion" Andy says gently.

My mum and Jay sigh.

"Okay, he can stay" Jay says.

"Harry, you are five years older than him, he is still so young and innocent. Please look after him" my mum says.

"Of course mum, he is my world now. I will do anything and everything for him" I say.

They both nod and thank Andy and I as they leave to go back to their hotel for the night. I look towards Andy.

"Thanks mate" I tell him.

"Always H, are you staying the night?" He asks.

"Yeah can you sneak me in?" I ask smirking,

"Of course" he winks.

He gives one more check on Louis and leaves us alone. I kiss Louis on the head and snuggle down in the small bed with him, holding him close.

LOUIS POV

"Don't even think about moving off that seat Louis William" Harry scolds me with a smirk.

"Haz, I'm fine I promise, I feel heaps better now" I say as Harry stands up to get us a snack.

We are sprawled out on the couch watching movies together. I just got home from the hospital, having the all clear from Andy.

"It doesn't matter little one, you are still recovering and I want you to stay in that seat" Harry says.

"But....I need to go wee" I laugh.

Harry then scoops me up bridal style and I giggle.

"Then I will carry you" he smirks.

I roll my eyes at him there is no use arguing with him. Harry sets me down in front of the toilet and I look up at him with my eyebrows raised.

"I think I've got it from here Haz" I laugh.

"Right, yeah, of course just. Call me when your done" he says.

Harry has been really protective of me the last week, I was so happy he convinced our mums to let me stay with him and the boys. I don't know what I would have done if I was made to go back home. Just thinking about leaving in two months makes me anxious, I finish up and wash my hands at the sink. I push my shirt up to wash my hands and my wrists are exposed, Andy removed the bandages yesterday and took the stitches out. The cuts are still red and a little nasty looking but okay for the most part. I trace my fingers lightly over the scars, I haven't had the urge to cut in three days, which is huge for me. I don't feel like cutting now, I'm slowly learning that it doesn't solve my problems. I have Harry, Andy and the boys to help me and having them close is such a huge relief. The scars though are still a reminder of why I'm bullied and why I'm hated so much. I'm too caught up in my thoughts to notice Harry has come back into the bathroom. He reaches out and grabs my hands in his.