Heated

Chapter 2

"Harry, what's this?" My mothers voice asked me. She was hidden in darkness and no matter how much I strained my eyes I couldn't see her, all I could hear is her voice.
"It's a bracelet." I say knowing what she had in her hand. I had gotten it from my friend.
"What does it have on it?" Is she blind?
"A rainbow and the word pride." I look at my feet, they were tiny.
"What does that mean Harry?" Her words were getting sharper, less inviting.
"That I'm gay and proud?" I never had a fear of my mom being homophobic but why was she reacting this way?
"You're ten you shouldn't be wearing this!"
"Why not?"
"You don't know what you want. I don't care if you're straight or gay, but you most definatly don't know what you want."
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"Louis..." I look him in the eyes and put my forehead against his. It has been a week since the incident with being pushed down the steps and he was still a bit on the fence but mostly he forgave me. I had the privilege of his company and that was enough for me.
"Yes Haz?" He closes his eyes and leaned forward a bit.
"I had a dream again." I say as blush reached my cheeks like a wildfire. Louis knew exactly what I was talking about.
"No. You don't deserve it yet." His words were stern but not harsh. He was being a mentor and I should listen but my urges get the best of me sometimes.
"I just wanna... Can I..." Without being able to finish my statement I let my hands go to his round bum and gave it a nice squeeze, with both my hands. I may be a bottom but damn, he's got such a fine bum. Louis looks me in the eyes and they shine.
"You cheeky bastard." He let's his lips crash into mine and once again I squeeze his bum but this time a bit harder which causes his hips to push into mine. A deep moan leaves my throat as I feel his cock harden and grow against me. I miss intimacy.
"You..." He thrust against me roughly, my cock responded by quickly hardening. "Cheeky..." Another thrust, making my cock almost fully erect. "Bastard!" He thrust roughly, his rock hard cock pushing against mine. I wanted him so bad and I could tell he wanted me too. His warm breath hit my neck as he teased me by continuously thrusting against me, my pants getting unbearbly tight. "I have to go out." He kisses my neck softly before getting up. What?
"Where?"
"The store. It'll be an hour or two, we need more food."
"Can I come?" I hated being left alone in this house, anything could come get me and no one would hear me scream.
"Will you behave? I have some rules." He growls grabbing his coat. This is the furthest I've gone in this sort of conversation.
"Yes I will."
"No talking to strangers unless they ask you a question. Do not let go of my hand and keep your head low. Got it? I will allow you to pick out five things." My heart leaped with excitement and before I knew it I jumped into Louis arms, showering his face with kisses. "Go get dressed from the clothes I picked for you."
I run down stairs, nearly tripping, and get to the closet that was stuffed with items he chose for me. I have only one pair of black skinny jeans and a couple button downs that I'd wear if we were having a nice meal. Shifting through them I wanted to wear one I didn't already wear, one that would surprise Louis. Suddenly my eyes land on a black sheer shirt that had a couple flowers on it. It was a v neck that showed off a lot of my chest and the tattoos Louis' friend, that would come after a round of sedatives, had put on me to match his.
Thinking about keeping my head down I look for a hat that would nicely shade my face. "Haz I have a hat up here!" Louis shouts as if reading my mind. He often did that, knew exactly what had been going through my head.
I'm going out.
I run up the stairs and let him put the hat on me; his lips peck my cheek softly and he smiles at my face. Once his eyes pan down, a scowl is apparent.
"Why are you dressed like a slut? I see your nipples. And bruises. Haz." He squeezes my hand causing a yelp to leave my previously smiling lips. "You're my slut and if anyone looks at you I swear I'll kill them." I cringe as he puts woman's boots in front of me. "Only ones I have that'll fit you and match the outfit."
Once fully dressed and my hand in Louis', we are ready to finally leave. I realized something; People, I get to see people.
Once the door is opened I'm surprised to see so much sunlight coming through the trees at this time of day. I was familiarized with the area but it was absolutely beautiful despite being a prison from others. I thought about pulling my arm away and running but I knew I'd get no where, Louis is always faster and more smart.
Gemma would have loved this place, she used to love camping and she'd constantly have to kill bugs for me. I miss Gemma, I don't remember much about her but I do remember loving her. I always have one memory of having a crush on her friend Carrie and trying to kiss her. I was 10 while Carrie was 16. She was really pretty and I was unsure of what I wanted at that age.
I tried to close my eyes and remember what both of them look like but my mind comes up short, this is the worst part of all of this. I can't even remember life before this.
Louis snaps his fingers singlining I had to get in the Jeep in front of me. I do as he pleases and buckle in, closing the door behind me. I nearly leap out of my seat when his door slams and he puts the keys in the ignition, the first time I've been in a car since the initial drive here.
"Don't touch the radio." He says as he turns the key, letting the engine roar and music come to life.
Boys only want love if its torture, don't say I didn't say I didn't warn ya!
This girl's lyrics were all wrong. I've been tortured and love was not it. Pain was torture, hatred was torture, anger was torture. Silence is torture. Suddenly annoyed by the lyrics I have the urge to turn the radio off, but I remember what Louis had said and I did not want to ruin the opportunity I have. He lights a cigarette and takes a long drag, his pink lips forming around the small stick.
"Are you smoking? You know what I do to smokers?" Louis had caught me smoking one of his cigarettes and snatched it out of my hand. He took a long drag and I watched the tip glow orange. "Give me your wrist. Now." He growled as I held out my wrist. I was unaware of what punishment was to come, but I should've known I was going to get what I deserved. Without warning he shoved the burning end into my wrist, melting my skin and causing me to scream in pain. Sobs left my body and I tried to pull away but Louis held onto my hand so tight it was impossible to move even slightly. He then dragged me down stairs, I was barely able to stand up I was crying so much. Without thinking I ripped my hand away and ran towards the door, struggling with the locks. The pain was too much to overlook, the Love wasn't worth it at this point. "Harry, you really think you'll get far?" I should have stopped there but once I got the door open, I ran; around trees, next to them and towards any sign of getting away. I turned around to see if Louis was following me which was my mistake, I ran straight into a tree. I heard laughing as my vision went fuzzy and then black. Once I woke up I had a scar on my forehead from the tree and welts on my stomach from what I recognized as a belt. The welts were never this bad, these ones would leave scars.
"Harry? What's wrong love? We're here." Louis leans over and kisses my lips softly. I look around at all the noises and there were people, all types of people. A little girl with brown hair, a teenage boy with dyed blue hair, a mother with a pregnant belly, a father with a growing balding spot. I felt alive. I couldn't help smiling so much that my cheeks hurt and when I looked at Louis he was smiling too. "I wish I could take you out more..." He whispered. And I believed him, he really did want what's best for me at the end of the day. I may not know why he has done all this but I know he cares.
I look at all the people some more before Louis opens my door, holding out his hand as if I was royalty. I gladly take it and hop out of the car. "Please don't try to run away." He had pleading in his voice which nearly shattered my heart. I'd never leave him again.
"I won't I promise."
As we walked into the store which had products and signs that I didn't really understand, I got scared. I was confused so I held onto Louis hand tight while observing everything. "Hello, my name is Tori and I'm selling girl scout cookies!" A little girl about 9 years old said to me. I squat down, releasing Louis' grip, and smile to her. I was loving her curly mud brown hair and her stunning brown eyes. I wish I could have a child.
"Hi Tori, what kinda biscuits do you have?" I ask wanting to buy the world for her.
"I don't have biscuits I have cookies!" She giggles and points towards the boxes. I didn't understand the miscommunication but because she was a kid I went along with it.
"Okay, what type of cookies?"
"Peanut butter, coconut, mint, hey why were you holding a boy's hand?" She asked looking at Louis and then her big eyes returning to mine.
"He's my..." All the nicknames I've called him flashed through my mind. Master, daddy, my dominant. But those were all too sexual for her. "Boyfriend." I look at Louis worriedly who looks away sniffling. Is he crying? Had I messed up?
Before I can focus on him the little girl hugs me. "My mommy talks about you. You're on the TV sometimes. You're very handsome. Here have a box for free." She hands me a peanut butter box and Louis tugs me away. This little girl knows who I am, maybe she can call my mom and-
"Did you call me your boyfriend?" Louis asks studying food on the shelf. I don't know where he got a cart from but...
"Yeah... I um..."
"Thank you Harry."
"For what?"
"Do you actually love me?" He finally looks at me and his cheeks were tear stained, something I'm not used to.
"Yeah! Of course I do! I really do love you Louis. I don't care about how, I still love you."

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No ones reading this but should I make Zayn's ratchet ass up in here? I will.
-T