The Ultimate Larry One Shot Collection ✨

Shared Secret

//TW: MENTION OF DEATH//

"War : A very aggressive competition between two entities. A fight. An argument. Any sign of conflict between two people. Indefinite destruction on both the sides. So why fight? Why argue knowing the consequences are grave, deadly in some cases. Easy. Differing opinions. It's because people cannot decipher the basic fact that they aren't Wikipedia, not everyone is going to agree with them on everything they say-"

A knock on my bedroom door made me stop writing. I slid of the bed, leaving my journal there, making my way to the door. I opened it, coming face to face with Harry. A very distraught Harry. His eyes looked tired, the darkness under them only confirming my suspicion. He hadn't been sleeping. His shoulder length hair looked messy, like he'd just rolled out of bed. His clothes were wrinkled, his face pale. I frowned slightly, looking at my phone. 2:38 A.M.

"Baby, what's wrong? Why are you up right now? You look exhausted." I asked. He shook his head, slipping past me and heading inside, making his way to my bed. He flopped down on it, his face squished against mattress. He let out a long groan before sitting up and sitting, a frown on his face the entire time.

I sighed, moving to sit in front of him on the bed. I took his hands, enveloping my small fingers around his much larger ones, lightly kissing his knuckles. He looked up at me, his face sad and eyes slightly glossy. "Another nightmare?" I whispered. He nodded, a tear slipping through and rolling down his face. My heart tightened. I moved forward, slowly kissing away his tears. "The same one?" I forced myself to ask. When I received another nod in response, I let out a strangled sob. I hated that he had to go through this. "Bubs, maybe you should talk to someone. They are getting a lot more frequent. It pains me to see you like this. Please." I whispered, a few tears rolling down my cheeks. He shook his head rapidly, not even letting me finish my sentence before refuting it.

"No. Em, I can't. No one knows about this except the both of us. We will be imprisoned. I cannot do that. I fucked up, I need to learn to live with it. If I admit that I committed the crime, they'll force out of me information about you. I'm not going to let that happen. The whole thing was my idea. It was my mistake, not yours. Alex's death was not on you." He started rambling, before freezing after he said the last sentence, eyes widening. I went stiff, my eyes shutting close as a wave of memories invaded my thoughts. Memories of that night. The night everything changed. The night my boyfriend died. The night Alex died. The night Harry killed him.

It was just supposed to be a small argument between the two guys. They were just supposed to be drunk fighting over something as trivial as Harry's admission of his feelings towards me. That hammer should have never been there. Alex asked me to keep it in the garage. It was supposed to be there. Harry wasn't supposed to hit Alex with it. Alex wasn't supposed to die. But he did. And both of us were equally responsible for his death. So we did the only thing we thought was right. We covered it up. We hid his body, we disposed of the hammer, we cleaned the blood. Then we swore to never talk about it again. We even stopped talking to each other. That only lasted for two weeks though. You see, when you go through something as traumatic as that together, you tend to feel the need to stick with them. Harry was the only other person who knew about Alex, he was the only other person I could talk to about this. Whenever times got hard for either of us, we knew we could lean on the other. That's why he came to mine after his nightmares. That's why I called him whenever I felt a panic attack coming. That's why when I decided I could not stay in that house house anymore, Harry opened his doors for me. That's why it took us almost 7 months to finally admit to each other about our feelings. That's why when we finally started dating, we thought it was best to take it slow, considering we were both still trying to cope up and accept Alex's death.

Even though we lived under the same roof, we slept differently. I had my own room, and he had his own. I softly placed my hands over his jaw, lightly rubbing his stubble. Slightly leaning forward, I captured his lips with my own, kissing him slowly. My eyes fluttered shut, a small sigh leaving me. The familiarity of the situation brought me immense peace. His hands wrapped themselves around my waist, guiding my body so I was laying on the bed with his body above me. His hands then moved to either sides of my head, caging me beneath him. He didn't break the kiss the whole time. His lips moved to my neck next, softly sucking on my skin there, no doubt leaving a mark that I will later have to cover up. One of his hand left his place from besides my head and slowly inched towards my stomach, slipping beneath my shirt. He looked up, his green eyes evidently darker than before. "Do you want this?" He asked, concern and genuinity lacing his voice despite the raspiness that came from being turned on. I nodded my head rapidly. "Words, pretty girl, use your words."

"Yes. God, yes. Please." I rasped out, my voice thick with pleasure. He nodded, before he kissed me again, making me forget about all the problems looming above us.

He ended up sleeping in my room that day. And the next. And the day after. It was only 3 years later, Harry proposed and a short year later, we were wed. It was a small ceremony, only our family and friends. We still struggled, thoughts of Alex invading both our minds many a times. Our biggest struggle was the guilt, the regret. It still remained, I don't think it'll ever go. But we found refuge in one another. Happiness in one another. Life wasn't perfect, then again, neither were we. But that's what made us stronger. The will to love each other wholly, the flaws included.

Harry saved my life in a way I didn't think was possible. Fate bought us together under extremely tragic circumstances, but the fight to the other side made us stronger. He taught me how to love again in a time I thought I would never be able to open my heart to another. He taught me how to smile, how to feel happiness. He brought me love, he brought me affection, he brought me care.

But most importantly, he brought me home.