❝I TRUST YOU❞
"Haz," Louis knocks on the door softly, pressing his sweaty forehead against the hard wood. "Harry," he whines, knocking on the door harder this time.
"Lou?" The door opens, a tired looking Harry standing behind it. "Sorry I was asleep... I just assumed you weren't coming."
Harry yawns and opens the door up wider, letting the small boy walk in. He watches as Louis limp harshly and his stomach drops.
"What have you been doing?" Harry questions suspiciously, closing the hotel door. He turns around and examines the small boy. "You look hot," Harry steps forward, placing his cold hand against Louis' red cheeks.
"I am hot," Louis swallows, pushing his cheek against Harry's hand and blinking up at the man with his glassy, blue eyes.
"Take your hoodie and pants off then," Harry shrugs and sits down on the bed, smiling at the small boy.
"I-I can't," Louis blushes, clenching at the bottom of his hoodie nervously. He squirms under Harry's confused gaze and hesitantly lifts his hoodie a little to show the red lace under it.
"Oh," Harry breathes out, his eyes focused on the small part of skin contrasted with the red lace that he can see. "Uh, want s-some of my clothes?" Harry looks away, biting his lip harshly. "I have tee shirts and shorts... They might be a bit big, but uh, yeah."
Louis nods and hugs himself. "Can I go for a shower?"
"Yes, of course! Go now and I'll get the clothes ready for you."
Louis obeys and walks into the shower, his body aching. His clients tonight were a bit rough. They were twins, double the penetration, double the money. But at least they prepped him and were gentle at the beginning.
He peels clothes off and then his lace, hissing a little at the pain un his backside. He turns the shower on, his thoughts running to Harry as he gets in.
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Harry watches as Louis walks out of the room, his white towel hung low on his curvy, luscious hips. The older man subconsciously licks his lips as he eyes the boy.
"Did you get fucked tonight?" Harry blurts out as Louis struggles to walk to the bed, his faced laced with a pained expression.
Louis looks up and flushes a deep pink, nodding in shame.
"Why, Lou?" Harry stands up quickly, walking over to Louis with a small mumble of, "let me carry you."
Louis allows himself to be lifted and gently placed on the bed. "Because it is my job, Harry."
"To get hurt?" Harry scoffs, grabbing his large tee shirt and putting it onto Louis gently.
"My job is to give these people what they pay for... I got double tonight, so that is a bonus," Louis shrugs, trying to make a joke of it.
"A guy payed you double?" Harry huffs, passing Louis a pair of shorts.
"No," Louis speaks softly, rubbing his arm. "I had two guys tonight..."
"At the same time?" Harry pushes the blankets back and sits in bed. "They both-"
"Yes! They did, okay?" Louis snaps, slipping into the shorts Harry had given him, making sure to hide himself under the towel as he does so.
The small boy ruffles his hair with the towel, somewhat drying it before taking it into the bathroom and throwing it in a basket where a couple of other towels are placed.
He limps back to the bed and stiffly gets into it next to Harry. "What is the time?" He asks softly as he lays down.
"Three thirty," Harry mumbles, switching off the lamp. The room turns pitch back, besides from a little light from the moon shining through the curtains. "Are you tired?"
"Not much... Can I ask a question?" They both turn on their sides to face eachother.
"Of course," Harry mumbles, he places his arm over Louis and rubs the boys small back. "What do you want to ask, Lou?"
"Why did you and Lottie fight? I thought everything was going fine."
Harry's breath hitches and he doesn't answer for a few seconds, his mind racing with ways to explain it to Louis. "She wasn't a fan of the fact I got a lap dance... She was worried the girl was prettier than her."
Louis audibly swallows, stilling completely. "Oh."
"I told her it wasn't a girl," Harry can see Louis' eyes widen and the older boy places his hand on Louis' cheek. "I didn't tell her it was you, don't worry, love."
Louis lets out a sigh of relief and pushes himself further towards Harry. "And then?"
"She brought up some stuff I didn't want ever brought up ever again..." Harry mumbles, pushing his fingers through Louis' still slightly damp hair.
"What?" Louis quietens his voice, scared Harry might yell at him. Or get upset.
"Well, when I was in college, something happened to me... And it is the reason why I stopped texting you. Everyone really. My friends took away my phone after they seen my history. They gave it back once I was better, but by then I assumed it was too late, that you wouldn't even remember me or care."
Louis' heart beat quickens and he looks at Harry in utter confusion. "What were you looking up?"
Harry bites his lower lip and he begins to tear up. "I-I was trying to find ways to kill myself... Zayn and Liam knew that if I could, I would have. So after that, they took away my phone so I couldn't look up that stuff anymore and they monitored me until I got on medication."
Louis' breathing becomes chopper and he scoots over and pulls Harry into his arms, a choked sob falling from his lips. "I'm so glad you didn't," Louis cries, holding the sniffling boy as tight as possible. "I couldn't live without my Haz..."
Harry presses a kiss to Louis' cheek, his whole body shaking. "I'm sorry."
Louis pulls away, his vision blurry from tears. "You have no reason to be sorry Harry! None at all... But, why would you want to do that?"
"M-my proffeser hurt me," Harry let's out a shaky breath, his hand moving to Louis' arm to hold as he stares blankly at the wall. "More than once."
"Hurt you?" Louis questions, seeming lost.
"The first time, I thought it was normal," Harry breathes out, tears falling form his eyes. "He wanted to speak to me about an assignment we did... H-he took me to his office." Harry sobs and presses his face against Louis' chest. "I should have known to get out of there when he locked the door and by the time I realised what was happening, I couldn't fight him off, I was too weak..."
Louis struggles to keep his breathing even, he knows Harry can feel his heart pounding. He holds onto Harry, gripping onto him like he is afraid he will leave.
"I told Lottie and she didn't believe me... S-so I didn't tell anyone else," Harry's grip on Louis' arm tightens, the small boy whimpering softly, but letting it go. "And it happened again and again... So many times.Until the b-boys were over and thought it'd be funny to search through my history..."
Louis kisses Harry on the head, his lips wet with tears and his heart full of pain for Harry.
"I dropped out after that, was going to bars every night... Lottie couldn't handle it, she dumped me and I got with a guy for a while, just for fun, to try and numb the pain..." Harry sighs, his cheeks red in embarrassment. "But Lottie and I got back together. Obviously. And now I'm here with you."
Louis places his hand over Harry's and Harry loosens the grip, mumbling an apology. Louis then moves both hands on either one of Harry's cheeks and they just stare at eachother for a moment.
"I love you, Harry..."
"I love you too, Lou. So, so much," Harry replies, biting into his lower lip.
"Can I kiss you?" Louis whispers, taking Harry by suprise.
"Please do."
And that is all it takes for Louis to surge forward, capturing Harry's soft lips on his own.
Harry rolls the over so he is on his back, Louis laying on top of them. They kiss slowly and lovingly but desperately at the same time, as if they've both been starved from this moment. And now it is happening, they both can't get enough.
A longer chapter, for an important scene... Are you guys still enjoying this story? xo