Diamond in the rough, that's what he described Harry as, his untouched property.
This puzzled Harry, he wasn't even in a relationship with him, and he was supposed to be in love with Harry's sister.
Thing is, Harry didn't want him to do it, Harry knew that really he was letting him do it, Harry just wanted him to be happy, pleased with him. That's all Harry ever wanted, for him to be happy.
Harry gave him permission, he nodded when he asked. The problem was that he didn't stop when Harry screamed and kicked at him, begging for the other man to realise the psychological pain he was causing Harry. Lust had obviously taken control over the boy, biting his lip as his eyes trailed over Harry's clothed body.
It was Harry's fault really.
"Aren't you a beautiful boy Harry?" He said inching closer to the exposed boy, running his large hands through Harry's hair, violently twisting his cocoa curls, making Harry whimper.
Harry scrambled to the other side of the bed, shuffling further and further away from his soon-to-be brother in law.
"Harry, babe, you've made me wait long enough!"
Harry had made him wait three weeks.
Three weeks.
Harry felt the weight of the older boy join him on the bed. He hugged his knees tight to his chest.
Harry was hardly aware of the hands trailing down his body and unbuttoning his flamingo-pink floral shirt, and tracing the outline of the butterfly inked onto his body. Harry's breathing quickened as small breaths were exhaled onto his bare chest, his throat now dry and scratchy, eyes threatening to release the tears that Harry had been holding in the entire time.
Harry was now just in his boxers, the tears now slowly descending down his face, his eyes red and puffy, showing the distress he was currently in.
The older boy's hands were now getting dangerously close to where Harry didn't want them. Harry snapped his legs shut, glaring at the boy on top of him, eyes pleading for the other boy to halt his actions, to let Harry have some more time. Harry understood why he wanted to do this anyway, it was because he loved Harry.
Somehow Harry knew that this wasn't going to stop, call it gut feeling.
Harry knew this was going to continue, to take Harry's virginity.
Harry really just wanted praise from him. But he knew this whole affair was wrong, he was about to sleep with his sisters' fiancée for God's sake.
Harry had never really had a boyfriend, he still doesn't. It was just the concept of being loved, he just wanted someone to hold him close.
"N-no p-please d-don't." Harry cried. But his prayers weren't answered.
He screamed and screamed, trying to escape. He couldn't hear the older boys' voice anymore, he couldn't feel his tight grasp on his thighs, instead he could hear a different voice, one more soothing and calm, a boy. Yes it was definitely a guy. Sounding like he was from Yorkshire? Harry was trying to decipher what he was saying, but it was unclear.
Harry prised his eyes open, knowing it was just another nightmare, but it felt so real. Harry's eyes were blurry with tears, seeing the outline of a head in front of him.
Harry wiped his eyes with his arm, sniffing as he hugged his duvet harder. He now looked up to see a boy with mouse brown hair, messily arranged on his head, entrancing ocean eyes staring at Harry. Slight stubble on his chin, showing that he hadn't shaved in a while. A white shirt clinging to his obviously toned chest, a khaki jacket over his flattering shirt. Overall, he was cute, his face displaying a mischievous demeanour.
