I'm all yours (l.s. au)

10. Will we be okay?

Harry was only out for 5 minutes. When he woke up, he felt dizzy and a little weak. But not too weak to talk with Louis about this now. Talking about Louis, the smaller boy was crouched down next to Harry, with a worried and concerned expression. "Harry. Oh my god. Are you okay?"
"No Louis. How could I be okay?"
"Do we need to drive to the hospital?", Louis asked a little panicked.
"I am not talking about my head you idiot. I'm talking about all of this. You. You hurt me. You ignore me. You yell at me. You are simply distanced from me. And that hurts. Because you are important to me." At this point Harry was full on crying right now. "Be honest with me. Do I bore you? Do you want a different sub? Are you cheating?", Harry said that last part so quit, that Louis barely heard it. But when he did, his eyes went big. "WHAT?! No of course not. I want you. Really."
"We'll you don't make me feel like it right now Louis. You are tearing me down."
"I am sorry", Louis said under his breath.
"I need fresh air", Harry said and sniffed. He then stood up, to walk out of the door. But Louis stopped him. "Are- will we be okay?", he asked quietly. He looked so vulnerable, but Harry promised himself to not fall for it. "We'll see." was all he said, emotionless, before walking out in the streets. Right when he closed the door, he could hear Louis sobs and whimpers from inside, but he forced himself away from the door. This was best for him.

After walking for about 10 minutes, Harry arrived in a more poor part of the city. Not many people went here, so he just started crying again. No one was around anyways. He leaned on a brick wall, letting himself cry and cry until his cheeks were stained, his eyelashes soaked and his eyes red and puffy. He then just looked into the nothingness, thinking about everything. Louis, his love for the boy, bdsm, their fight, his childhood. Everything. But his trip down his memory lane didn't last long, when he was interrupted by somebody next to him.

He was roughly pulled by his shoulder. "Hey, who are you?! Let me go!", Harry yelled and started to get scared, because the stranger had a strong grip on his shoulder and now also his wrist. Within seconds, Harry was pulled into a dirty, dark side street, and was being pushed onto the pavement. "What is a cute boy like you doing here alone?", the boy smirked dangerously. "I-", Harry did not get time to answer, because the man had his hands on Harry's belt, fumbling with it. "Hey, let me go right now!", Harry screamed into his face, trying to pry his hands off of him. But it did not work.

Harry's pants were being pulled down. At this point, Harry was going numb. He was not reacting to anything anymore. His mind was clouded, he didn't know, what is going on. The man just got his dick out, walking over to Harry once again, and turning the green eyed boy around, who was laying on the ground, motionless. The only thing, Harry was feeling, was a sharp pain in his lower back. The stranger went into Harry, without a condom, without preparation, without lube. And without consent. He just pounded into the helpless boy, loud moans coming from the stranger. Harry felt like dying. This was the worst thing he ever experienced. Getting used like that. Not being able to decide about your own body. That used to be things, that turned him on. But that was, because he wanted it back then. He didn't want this though. He wanted the stranger to stop. He wanted everything to stop.
The stranger pulled out of him, cumming right next to Harry's face. Then pulling his pants up, telling Harry something about his 'nice little hole' and then he leaves.

Harry didn't move. Not even to pull his pants back up. He just laid there. For one hour. Two. Three. It started getting cold, so he pulled his pants up, and sat against the wall. For one hour. Two. Three. It was getting dark. Harry was now gone for around 7 hours. But he couldn't move. He just sat there. Thinking nothing. Feeling nothing. He just sat there.

~

It was 9 p.m. when Harry finally came home to Louis. Harry felt empty. He opened the front door and met a pretty angry Louis. "I know we were fighting, but you worried me! Couldn't you have at least answered one of my many texts or calls?! I was worried sick! What if something would've happened?! You are still my sub, and I don't tolerate it. Go to the playroom right now!", Louis said sternly. And because Harry was feeling completely dead already, he just complied. He was too weak to argue.

Louis was currently tying Harry to the wall, and getting his flogger out. "My bad boy gets ten on each thigh and five in the belly.", Louis announced. The first hit came. No reaction from Harry. The second. No reaction. The third. No reaction. It went on like that for all the other hits. Even when Louis slapped harder to get a sound out of the boy. It confused Louis, why Harry was so emotionless and pliant, but he did not think much of it. So he just started prepping Harry, and then entering him. But the minute he was inside Harry, he noticed, something was genuinely wrong. Because when Louis bottomed out, Harry's face was like dead. He was pale and staring into nothing. Only a single tear slipped out of his eye.

Louis pulled out immediately. Harry did not call the safe word, but Louis knew, Harry was not okay. So he got the boy from the wall, dressed him and looked deep into his eyes to find an answer for Harry's behaviour. "Harry, I am sorry, what did I do? I am sorry for everything that happened the past weeks, and I promise, we will talk about it. But what did I do wrong this time? Please talk to me", Louis begged. Seeing Harry like this, and him being the reason for if, destroyed him. He loved Harry. So much. But what Harry said next, Louis would have never expected.

"I am leaving. Goodbye Louis.", Harry said emotionless and a straight face, but with teary eyes. And it sounded final. Like a goodbye forever. And maybe it was. Because no matter how much Louis cried and pleaded. Harry left.

A/N: no worries, this is not the end of the story :)