twisted dares - l.s.

Twenty-Three

April 11th, 2010
It's gotten to the point where my body craves it. The urge takes over and does it without the voice telling me to. The count is increasing rapidly and I don't know what to do.
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The next morning Harry was feeling better. He took a glance at himself in the bathroom mirror. Bruises lingered on his chest and he had an obvious black eye. He gripped the sink tightly and lowered his head as it was feeling heavy. His white shirt had a few tiny drops of blood as well as his pants.

Harry sighed and removed the articles of clothing. He struggled but eventually managed to step inside his shower. He turned on the water, accidentally burning himself with the temperature. He lowered the temperature and let the steamy liquid pour all over his body. The boy dispensed his shampoo, and lathered it into his scalp and head of curls. He winced as it rinsed off and the soap touched his wounds. After some conditioner, Harry stepped out and wrapped his towel across his waist.

He changed into some sweatpants and a fresh t-shirt.

In a matter of minutes Harry rushed downstairs and out the door, placing the wad of cash from yesterday underneath the bush for whoever it was that would pick it up, and then he ran back into his room.

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Lunch time arrived and Harry's front door flew open. Harry was in the kitchen making some lunch. Harry's been trying his best to eat full meals and is slowly getting better.

"Oh my god! Harry!" Louis came closer, with wide eyes of concern. "Are you okay!?"

"Yeah I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?"

"You have a fucking black eye!"

Harry instantly remembered. He can't believe he forgot that he had a black eye. And now Louis saw it. He had to think of a cover up and fast

"Oh- uhm, yeah. I wa-was just in a little fight with a guy from school...yeah."

"Are you okay!?"

"Yes, now calm down Boo, m'fine."

"I don't think you're okay but fine," Louis responds, not fully convinced.

"Are you hungry?" Harry tries to change the topic.

"Sure, whatcha makin'?"

"Some minestrone soup," Harry replied and returned to stir the contents in the pot.

"Yum! Need help?"

"As much as I would love that, we both know you're a horrible, horrible cook," Harry laughs.

"Fair point, fair point," Louis pecks Harry's cheek and takes a seat on one of the island stools.

He watches Harry with awe as the younger boy stirs the soup and adds some dried pasta to the mixture of vegetables and tomato broth. The sight made Louis' heart swell. Harry's luscious curls bounced softly on his head as he maneuvered his way around the kitchen, humming a song under his breath. This was something Louis wanted to see everyday. Something he wanted to wake up to. Maybe when they graduate Louis would ask Harry to move in together. That's only in a few months anyways.

Louis kept his line of sight on Harry and continued to admire the boy before being snapped out of his daze.

"Lou? How hungry are you?"

"Very," he smiles.

Harry used a large ladle to serve the soup into two bowls. He then placed the bowls, two glasses of water, and some spoons on the kitchen island then took a seat on the stool next to his boyfriend.

Louis felt a sense of comfort as the warm food glided down the back of his throat.

"This is amazing! Thanks love," he cooed.

"Anytime BooBear," he blushed.

They continued eating then became quickly immersed in each other's eyes. Neither boy could bring themselves to look away. Harry's eyes darted down to Louis' lips before flicking back up into the blue eyes that told a million stories. Louis was drawn to Harry's green eyes that were full of lust.

Neither one knew who leaned in first but their lips were locked. Moving at a steady paste, only taking short breaks to breathe.

Louis was in love with the way Harry's lips left on his. The soft and gentle way the younger one kissed him ignited a fire within Louis. He never wanted this feeling to end. It was a feeling of pure euphoria.

Wanting to get closer to the curly headed boy, Louis grabbed the hem of Harry's shirt. He pulled it off over Harry's head and continued to passionately kiss the boy before his eyes caught sight of Harry's chest.

Fresh cuts and bruises lay where there was once perfectly toned skin. Louis' eyes were taken over by pure fear and panic.

Harry was confused as to why the older one stopped kissing him before he looked as to where Louis' eyes were looking. Tears began to well up in Harry's eyes.

"Harry?" Louis spoke carefully.

Harry's tears were now flowing down his cheeks, leaving a residue of liquid behind.

"Harry? What happened?"

Harry's breath hitched.

"School...f-fight."

"I don't believe you. What's wrong? Why are you crying?," Louis paused. "And don't say you're okay because you clearly aren't."

Harry stood there, unsure of what to do while terrible memories of the past few years played in his head.