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"I want to bend you over the table, tie your hands, and fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk the next day"
"Jesus, do you have childhood trauma?"
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Birds were chirping in the early hours of the morning, dew was lying on the grass at the edge of the motorway, where the first cars were driving along in the fog and slightly rainy weather. On the sides of the highway, behind the fence of electric fencing, stood numerous cows, standing agitatedly on top of each other, one of them grazing next to the still steaming car that had crashed through the fence during the night, barely two metres down from the highway, it had hit the ground and landed lightly on its side, but then caught itself and straightened out.
The cars filled with people who had to get to work in time ignored the accident, and drove on as if nothing had ever happened, so focused on the long stretch of highway.
The car's radio continued to play peacefully all night until morning, arousing the cows' interest. With their rosy wet noses, they sniffed at the people inside through the broken glass.
One circled the car to the passenger side, sniffing cautiously through the window, nudging the inflated air bag, then Louis' cheek. His head was tilted forward onto the air bag, through which it bounced.
The black and white spotted cow carefully stuck out her tongue and licked Louis' bloody forehead.
He looked so peaceful in the eyes of the animal. His features gentle and relaxed. Through her loyal, tired eyes, she watched the man in the back seat grasp his injured forehead with a groan. And then slowly opened one eye and looked with expressionless eyes into those of the cow, which now tilted its head and wrinkled its nose.
Harry saw the trees through the mist at the end of the meadow. His eyes had slowly become accustomed to the emerging brightness and the sun's rays warmed his icy body. He was definitely hypothermic.
His body felt cramped from head to toe, as if he had been taken and run over by camels.
Groaning, he straightened up, leaning on the back of the ford seat, looking through the broken glass of the windscreen at a pasture full of cows.
There were cows everywhere. As far as the eye could see.
For a moment he thought he was dead. And that was his punishment from God, because he was afraid of cows, panic-stricken afraid of cows.
"Niall?" He asked quietly, tapping the man on the shoulder before he caught sight of his body, the dried blood on his forehead, and the smashed lip, to his strange-looking twisted foot and glass-covered hand resting on the clutch.
Shit.
He turned and looked out the back window, which was also shattered.
Cows, more cows.
Harry tried to get to the door, with all his strength he knocked out what was left of the glass. He took a deep breath and climbed out through the right car window, hands first.
His hands gripped the ground, he lost his balance, his whole big body rolled over, an 'uff' escaped his lips before his already aching back hit the wet grass. His shirt twisted slightly, now constricted at his neck. He coughed and sat up.
His breath caught in his throat as a cow nudged him with its wet nose, right against his cheek.
"Lou" he heard from the car, his head shot up, the cow that was about to lick Harrys' ear startled and took a few steps back.
"Shit" he heard again and straightened up, his eyes met Nialls' and a cold shiver ran down his spine. Everything in his body screamed, run. This was his chance, the highway wasn't far, as soon as he got near people he would be safe.
His brain clicked, he heard Niall scream, then he ran, his body aching, his wounds burning, he felt every muscle with every time his foot touched the ground, he ran and ran, the wind in his hair, through the mist.
"Fucking prick" Niall. Harry looked over his shoulder, so close to the highway saving him as he tripped, over his own shoelace. He cried out and fell face first onto the ground, landing right next to a pile of cow dung.
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When Harry woke up again, he was lying in a hotel bed with a ceiling fan spinning above him.
"What the fuck?" he groaned and finished rubbing his puckered forehead with his nerves. Then he turned around and realised he was only wearing a bathrobe and boxer shorts. Then his arm touched something warm and soft. Harry's eyes snapped open. Louis. Next to him in bed.
He was so startled that he almost flew out to the side. Gripping the sheets in panic. Two blue eyes stared at him, sleepily, half closed, a bit puffed. Like his lips. And his hair, all messed up. Adorable?
Harry stared back, until he saw the shock realization in Louis' eyes.
Startled, he pulled himself up and his towel came off his chest. Harry marvelled at the gently defined muscles. Louis looked even more horrified.
"Quit the staring Harol-"
Before he could finish the sentence he fell off the side of the bed and stunned in pain and fuck. Harrys' body reacted. Turning red, he pushed one of the pillows onto his lap under the covers.
"Where the fuck are we and shit, what- oh god, have we- no no no" He cursed. Horrified now, as he looked at Harry, who sat on the bed, grinning a bit at how out of place Louis looked.
"How is this the first thing you thought of?" Harry chuckled lowly. Coughing a bit. His body still hurt like hell, all his muscles arching painfully.
"We did not, don't worry" Harry added, holding the blanket around himself, beginning to get cold.
"Where's Niall? And how did we get here? Jesus thought we're dead" He groaned, massaging his scalp. "Fucking head hurts."
Harry shrugged, letting himself lay back again. His head meeting the comfortable pillow, that turned out to be the softest thing he ever put his head on.
"These pillows are amazing." He mumbled. Feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over his poor body.
Louis groaned standing back up. Searching through the top drawer. Shivering as the cold wind hit his naked chest.
"Where are me' fucking fags." Louis complained. Searching through some clothes sprawled out on the floor.
"It's cigarettes" Harry corrected him mumbling.
"Listen if it bugs you, I don't care, so why you even trying."
"God do you ever shut up." Harry groaned, putting his soft pillow over his ears. While Louis searched for his cigarettes, very loudly.
After a while of drawers closing and opening, Harry had enough. He sat up and as Louis passed him he grabbed his wrist, in a quick motion changing position so he could bend him over the bed, face pressed to the side in the pillow.
"Fucking prick" He tried to kick Harry, getting him almost in balls, as Harry pushed him down hard, sitting on the older mens back now.
"Now you shit listen, I'm stronger then you, I'm taller then you, and I'm way smarter. So if you get on my nerves again I'm going to punch you really hard." He said through gritted teeth. Anger driving him insane as he heard Louis laugh.
"You're embarrassing yourself,love"
He laughed, under Harry, turning insanely fast, pushing Harry of off himself. Then kicking him so hard in the crotch with his knee that he sunk to his knees breathing heavily, eyes shut in pain.
"You listen. You're not stronger then me, and you're definitely not smarter. Look at you, surviving a car crash and now trying to act all tough. Aren't you? God you're fucking pathetic."
