"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?

AN: Hello! So this is kinda just a short prologue, just to get the story set. No, Louis does not make an appearance in this chapter. You'll see a little glimpse of him in the next one. These first few chapters are just to set the background and the plot and everything out. And I'm not sure when the next chapter will be out because it's the end of school so work is piling up. I'm trying to write the whole story first so I don't abandon it, but I decided to give you this for now Enjoy, and let me know what you think

I crept up to our apartment door, hoping he was already asleep for the night. God knows what would happen if he was up waiting for me.

I decided to just go for it and open the door all at once, like ripping off a Band-Aid. You just need to do it all at once and face the consequences after.

And tonight just wasn't one of my nights.

I looked to the couch to find him sitting awake. He looked angry. I prayed to whoever was out their listening that he would be kind tonight and let me go. I was still trying to cover bruises and marks from last week.

He gets up off the couch and strides over towards me. As he gets closer, I can smell the alcohol on his breath, making the situation worse. Luck wasn't on my side tonight. I opened my mouth to explain where I had went, hoping to avoid any conflict and just go into our room for a round of drunk, meaningless sex. He didn't bother listening.

He grabbed my hair, throwing me to the floor. He stood over top of me, getting right in my face. He must have been screaming at me, but I couldn't hear. All I could see was his face getting angrier and angrier at each passing second. But I was too numb to respond. I wasn't even sure why I was still in the relationship.

And it all decided to hit me tonight.

I could tell he was hitting me, but I just let it happen. It seemed as if I was frozen in time, but he was in fast forward.

Slap

Punch

Scratch

Kick

I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't even feel the knife, as he lodged it into my shoulder. I felt the blood trickle down my shoulder. I lay down on my side, curled into a ball, just waiting for the unconsciousness to hit.

But before that could happen, I heard footsteps enter. More shouting happened as I felt myself being lifted from my position on the floor. The stranger jostled the knife in my shoulder, causing me to involuntarily wince. I tried to open my eyes to see who was carrying me, and the last thing I saw before passing out was the police badge right next to my face.