The Ultimate Larry One Shot Collection ✨

That Night

//TW: SEXUAL ASSAULT//

His tongue slid inside my mouth, my lips parting to let it access. His hands grabbed my waist, anchoring both of us towards the couch in the middle of the living room. As he laid me down with him on top of me, Harry made sure not to put too much weight on me, instead placing his arms of either side of my head, propping himself up. This whole time, he managed not to break the kiss. After a while, only one arm held him up, the other found its way to my waist. His mouth now started exploring my neck, placing tiny blossoming kisses on it multiple. Then it happened.

His hands slowly slipped inside my shirt, lightly cradling my stomach. The gesture was small, almost unnoticeable, yet the hair at the back of my head stood up. My body jerked, my back straightening as I now sat against the back of the couch. My forehead was already collecting sweat, my breath already shallow. My mouth felt dry and all the excitement I felt not even a second ago, drained. Harry was also sitting, opposite me, his eyes wide and his hands held up in surrender. His mouth opened and closed, his face resembling that of a fish. A small blush crept up his cheeks and he stuttered, "I-I... I'm so sorry Emily. I should h-have known. Really. I don't want to do anything without your consent. I will wait for you to be ready, I know this is an important thing to you and I want your first to be memorable."

His last sentence was the reason my eyes collected moisture. I slowly shook my head, his eyes going from understanding to confused. He asked, his voice laced with puzzlement, "You don't want your first to be memorable...?" I shook my head again. This time his eyes went from confusion to heartbreak. Pain. Hurt. He slowly whispered, "You've already had your first?" The look of betrayal that came on his face let me know that he already figured the answer out through my face. "Why? Why do you not want this then? Is it because I'm not good enough for you? Am I just a joke to you Em?" his voice cracked. My heart broke. My eyes fluttered shut as I got ready to recall the incident that haunted my past. I confessed.

"It was when I was 16. I was at a party, I remember being so excited for it, it was my first high school party. I had just broken up with my boyfriend at the time, and my friends forced me to interact with other boys. There I met a guy, Mark." Even repeating his name made me feel sick. But I had to continue, for Harry's sake. "After a couple drinks, I started getting a little dizzy. I remember trying to find my friends so we could get out of there but no one was in sight. Mark offered to drop me home. I was too drunk to assess the whole situation thoroughly, so I agreed. He took me to his car and we began driving back into the town. After an hour or two of driving was when I started getting suspicious, my house was an hour's drive from where the party was held. We'd been traveling for at least a half hour more than that. The roads looked unfamiliar to me, the buildings foreign. As I opened my mouth to ask him about our whereabouts, the car slowed to a stop. I looked around me noticing the strange unknown surroundings. The closest building to his car was a worn down motel. Mark shut the engine off, unbuckling his seatbelt. I asked him what he was doing to which he responded that he had gotten lost and since it was already very late, he thought he should just pull up to a motel. I was too drunk to care, a hangover already pulling at my head. So I climbed out of the car walking towards the motel with Mark on my side. Around 5 minutes later we were standing in front of the door to our room. The paint chipped at the corners and the handle loose. He opened it, the door to the hotel room and my inevitable doom, though I didn't know it at the time. When we walked in, I saw just one bed. I thought Mark will probably just sleep on the couch near the TV when a pair of arms slithered around my waist and slipped under my shirt." My breath hitched, my face wet with salty tears. My eyes were still closed, afraid to see Harry's reaction. "I tried to stop it, I really did. But I was drunk. I screamed. But no one came. No one ever heard me. I tried to stop it. I couldn't. I woke up the next day, alone. He had left. He had taken the car, he hadn't paid for the room and I didn't know where I was. He stole the one thing from me that was just mine. The one thing that I was hoping to share with someone who meant the world to me. I'm sorry Harry. I'm sorry that I can't give you what you want. It's just really hard." Against my wish, I slowly opened my eyes to gauge his reaction. Would he leave me? Hate me? Pity me? Be disgusted by my presence? Only one way to find out. I slowly raised my head, brown eyes meeting green.

His face was wet, his eyes and nose red. His hands clenched together. His breathing shallow, his posture rigid. Slowly he took my hand, wrapping his large fingers around mine delicately. He pulled me into him, my head resting on his chest, the wetness of his tears soaking through the thin fabric of his shirt. His other hand caressed my hair, his lips lightly touching my forehead. They then moved to my ears, his voice rough as he whispered, "I'm so sorry you had to go through that, love. I'm so sorry I wasn't there to stop that from happening. But I promise you. No matter what. I will be there now. I will always protect you, mi amor. I won't ever leave you. Because parting with you will be parting with my heart. And without either of you, I won't be able to survive."