Please Find Me (Larry Stylinson Story AU)

Chapter 10

Harry's POV

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Steve was standing over me with a sicken smile on his face. He had this look in his eyes that brought nothing but terrible, terrible fear into me. I started to take a shakily step away from him but he growled and quickly grabbed a fist full of my curls. He harshly jerked me forward closer to him.

"I should've known. I should've known that you would be a gay faggot." He laughed bitterly in my face. By now my breaths were coming out short and fast; I couldn't think or try to move my body away from him. I was frozen to the spot. How did he find out?! I never told anybody! "Now that I know your little secret let's have some fun, eh?" He tightened the grip on my hair and started bringing me up the stairs to his room. Along the way, he slammed me into the walls and furniture. He kicked his door open and threw me on his bed as if I was a rag doll. I looked up at him with frightened eyes when he locked his door. He turned back around to look at me with a sadistic smile. "Don't be scared, all I'm going to do is give you what you want." He stalked towards me like a lion stalking towards his prey. He grabbed a hold of my shirt and forcibly ripped it off. His eyes raked across my naked upper half, then, with a smirk, he grabbed a hold of my pants and pulled them off as well bring my boxers down with them. Steve licked his lips and examined my naked body. As his eyes raked my body I couldn't help but shiver in fright and disgust. He noticed and just laughed at my face then, to make things worse, he stripped all of his clothes off. I closed my eyes tightly not wanting to see anything, but that also meant I could see his fist coming flying towards my jaw. I gasped in shock having not expected that.

"You had better open your eyes, you little shit!" He growled. I chewed the inside of my cheek and slowly opened my eyes. It was certainly a sight I didn't want to see. A sight I never thought I would see. Steve got onto the bed and crawled over my body. Completely ignoreing my lips, Steve went straight to my neck and started to put his much unwanted mark on me. His bites and sucking brought nothing but pain. When he was happy with the mark, he sat up and pulled me up harshly as well. He pushed me off the bed then gripped onto my hair. Steve sat at the edge of the bed and made me kneel in between his legs.

"Suck it," He snapped at me while bringing me dangerously close to his manhood. My eyes widened in horror and I quickly shook my head even though he was still holding onto it. Steve thrusts his hand forward trying to force me but I resisted as best as I could. "God damnit you little fucker!" He screamed this reached to the night stand and pulled out a knife. Steve quickly opened it then reached down to my back and pungled it into my skin. I whimper as Steve started to slice my skin through the length of my torso. "If you resist one more fucking time, I will make you wish you weren't alive." He whispered threatenly in my ear. He tugged on my hair and I slowly leaned forward and took him in my mouth. I couldn't even focus on the fact that I was giving Steve a blowjob. No, the pain was far too great to pay attention to that at all. I could feel the warm blood seeping down my back while Steve's moans of pleasure fills the room.

After a while, Steve exploded in my mouth and forced me to swallow it all. I hated this. I hated what he was making me do. I could handle being beat, and hated but this. This was going too far. Unfortunately for me, that was just the beginning. Steve threw me onto the bed and I screamed as immense pain rocketed through me. While I was screaming Steve made his way over me yet again. Steve aligned himself into my entrance and started to roughly push himself in without any lube or anything. The new pain mixed with the old was too much for me to bare as I started to scream with my voice laced with agony.

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I let out a scream as my eyes shot up. I stared up to a pair of concerned blue eyes. Again, I felt the tinge of something familier to them besides the fact that they were Louis' but I couldn't think about that now. No, the night mare wouldn't allow that. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes quickly blurring everything around me, but not before I noticed that Louis was kneeling on the ground infront of me instead of me lying on his lap. However, nevermind that, It was only a matter of moments until the floodgates opened.

"Harry! Haz, are you ok?!" Louis asked with panic in his voice. I opened my mouth to say that I was fine but I couldn't lie to Louis. Maybe it was the fact that it was so blantly easy to see that I was lying or maybe it was because I couldn't lie to Louis because he was just that. He was Louis. Not anyone else but him. I shook my head no to his questions. This only succeeded in Louis growing even more concerned and panicked. Louis pulled me into a tight hug and started whispering that it would be ok and everything was alright. I couldn't help but hide my face in Louis' chest as I gripped onto his sweater tightly. Not even a monsoon would be tearing my grip from him. Louis pulled me even closer once he realized that I was shaking as if a monsoon was, Infact, shaking me around. Somehow I had managed to keep myself from crying into his sweatshirt and for that I was thankful but the panicked was still there and growing higher by the second. As if sensing this, he started to play with my curls and hum a little song to me in his perfect voice trying to calm me down. It worked. I could feel my anxiety levels dropping and my emotions starting to get under control again. However, that quickly changed when Louis spoke.

"Harry? What happened? What did you dream about?" Louis spoke softly pulling away to look down at me. I froze then the panic came at full blast. I couldn't tell him. I couldn't tell him about Steve! I couldn't tell him about what I let him do to me! Louis would be disgusted! He would hate me! I couldn't let Louis hate me. I had to get away and I had to get away NOW. I ripped away from his warm embrace and bolted up and out of the room as fast as humanly possible. Pushing past a very surprised looking Liam, I made my way towards the front door of the house. I swung the door open and as I hopped down the front steps I untied the blanket toga and let it drop onto the frosty ground. I sprinted down the driveway and then down the street. I could hear Louis screaming my name and running after me but he was no match for my speed. The distance between us was getting farther and farther and farther away. I continued running even after I could no longer hear his screams of protest and his feet slapping the pavement. I finally stopped running while I could no longer breath and was completely alone. Only then, as I struggled to breath in the ice cold air, did I let the first tears fall. Only then did I break down sobbing and let the pain rush over me and make me wish with all my heart that I had never been born.

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Poor Harry....Tell me what you think my peeps! Just when you think things are heading in the right direction I throw this at ya! Are you mad at me? Haha, I hope not too much! Anywho, like I said before tell me wht you think about this chapter! It really means a lot to me when you do! Now I have a question: how many of you think I could try to finish the story and Put it in the Watty Awards? Now I know there is no possible way for me to win, but I think that I could learn a lot from just putting my story in it! Do you think it's a good idea? Or do you think it's a stupid idea? I won't be mad if you think it is, I promise! Anyways, I love you all and I hope your day is amazing!

~Abby