loucifer ✔

twenty five.

[ ps, guys i had no idea d-d-did i stutter? was a book..holy shit i'm clueless. ]

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"How are you?" He smiled even though Louis was refusing to turn around to look at his face.

"why are you even here? What do you need?" Louis scoffed, looking past the nice father act.

"Just because you have that man's last name does not mean you can't treat me like a father."

"When I had your fucking last name I still wasn't shit to you! You came home drunk and hit mum to a pulp..not giving a fuck about me and when I saw it all you said was.."

Louis paused and sniffled, enraged.

"She likes it, son..no she loves it." Louis said in the imitation of his father.

"Then when I said I was gay you hit me..I thought it felt nice at first..but I wasn't turned on..when I saw other people get hurt I liked watching it.." Louis sighed, "wanna know why, Troy?"

"Because you were telling me it felt good to get hit and that it was okay to enjoy myself and other's pain..I was only seven, dad..I got that silly ass thought stuck in my mind and now look at me."

"Don't put this all on me, Louis." Troy mumbled.

"But it is all on you!" Louis turned around to face the monster he's been hiding from for years, "I caused a fucking scar on my first boyfriend's face! Risked him getting in trouble for my sadistic needs!"

"You could've forgotten about it! You could've tried to cure yourself!"

"I did try! I really did..then I met Liam, he had a kid and a fucking wife..he liked it rough, he didn't mind getting hurt. It made it much worse, because there's more people out there like me. People who like giving and getting pain. See, the thing is you can't cure this..you can't cure a slut either, but who knows..my next door neighbor's got me in his house." He shrugs, pulling on Harry's sweater, "wearing his clothes, and cooking for him." He smirked at his father's reaction.

"You're just sick son.." Troy spoke softly.

"I was born sick."

"Because I was born Troy Austin's son."

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Louis stared in the mirror, he hates the similarities from his father.

The eyes.

His strong jaw.

His hair.

"Fuck.." He whispered to himself, "no."

"He's not my father." Louis mumbled.

"Louis!" Harry shouted from the other side of the door, "gotta pee!" He whined.

Louis couldn't help but to chuckle at the older man. He looked at the door then back at himself, he sighed and opened the door to be quickly pulled out and in a flash the door was shut.

"Ah.." Harry sighed, Louis laughed at him and sat on the bed next to Harry's guitar. He looked around the room and picked it up, running his fingertips along the strings.

He tuned the instrument and strummed it softly, remembering when he got his first guitar and sung at his first talent show.

He lost though.

"Louis?" Harry asked, very amused.

Louis looked up at Harry then back at the guitar.

"Are you upset, baby?" Harry asked with a baby pout.

"I'm concentrating." Louis mumbled, "haven't played one in a while."

Harry smiled and looked at Louis playing his guitar. Louis' soft cotton candy like hair falling onto his face, poking his bottom lip out in concentration, and the rhythmic tap of his small feet.

"hey, love." Louis spoke and Harry raised his eyebrows.

"You've got um.." Louis pointed to the corner of his mouth, tapping it, basically saying Harry was drooling.

"Shit." Harry whispered, wiping his face. Louis let a small chuckle escape as he looked back down.

"Baby." Harry pouted.

"Yes?" Louis replied.

"are you okay?"

"Mhm, peachy." Louis lied, plucking the string.

"You're lying." Harry said as he walked over to the boy, sitting beside him, "you never use that word unless something's on your mind."

"I'm glad you care, but I'd rather wait a little later to talk about it..if that's okay." Louis mumbled. Harry stroked Louis' face and smiled at him, kissing the boy's temple.

"Whatever you want, doll." Harry nodded before getting up to walk towards the door.

"Wait Harry." Louis spoke.

"Yes?" Harry said, turning around to see Louis playing with his hands.

"Do I deserve you? Or any of this?" Louis asked, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

"You deserve whatever you strive for." Harry said softly, touching the metal door handle.

"I try a lot..but I still think I don't deserve you..or anything of your belongings..I shouldn't even come over to ask for sugar, I was a bitch to you Haz..you didn't need that." Louis sighed.

"Louis, I love you..you may have heard that from other men when you get fucked senseless."

Louis winced at the choice of words, he says them himself, but coming out of Harry's delicate mouth felt weird.

"But I mean what I say." Harry finished.

"I hurt you." Louis whispered.

"I did the same, but I'm fixing it."

"I can't be fixed, damage's already done.." Louis sniffled, removing Harry's unnecessarily large guitar from his lap.

"You're in the process of being fixed, Lou." Harry softly said, opening the door and looking back at Louis.

"I have all the pieces, they just need to be put in the correct space."