toxic [larry stylinson] ✔️

♡ nineteen - h ♡

"Luckily, I got in there in time before they got his underwear off. You should've seen him, Harry. He was shaking and crying like mad and those dicks had the nerve to say that he asked for it, can you believe that shit?" Liam said angrily. He was standing next to Harry, who was sat on the end of his own bed looking guiltily at Louis as he slept, his eyes tracing over the dried up tear stains on his tan cheeks. "I should've called the cops on them, just wait until I tell the Dean."

Harry frowned at Louis' trembling body, angry at himself for not being more careful when letting Louis out of his sight. There was a possibility that this perfect blue eyed boy could have been raped tonight and it would've been all of his fault; if he had just convinced Louis to stay. "I've never seen him this... weak before, and trust me we had our moments. It's almost like I shouldn't even be looking at him."

Liam sighed, his tranquility returning. "I hope everything goes well when he wakes up, do you think that he'll talk with his mum or dad?" Harry didn't reply and so Liam got the gist, nodding with understanding before making his way over to the bedroom door quietly, not wanting to wake Harry's mother. "I'll talk to you soon, Harry. Call me if he's okay."

It was when the door closed that Louis' eyelads flipped open so that he was staring blankly into Harry's bloodshot eyes, immediately putting his trembling to an end by stiffening his entire body. Louis tried to open his mouth to speak, knowing that Harry was looking at him desperately trying to figure out what happened, but he bit his tongue in fear that it would change how he was seen by others. Instead he said:

"Have you been watching me in my sleep?" Harry smiles, absolutely smitten by the boy's charm.

"Oops?"

Louis chuckled. "Hi, again."

There was silence and they stared at one another for a good ten minutes before Louis sneezed, scrunching up his nose like a little bunny at the impact, making Harry sigh sadly. "We don't have to talk about it now, but we're going to have to sooner or later. You need to tell me and then the principal so that he can do something about it and-"

"No!" Louis shouted, a single tear falling from the corner of his eye. "No, people can't know about this. Not the principal. Not my dad. Not anyone. They'll label me as weak and I'll be right back to square one, flinching at anyone who comes near me."

"Louis-" Harry tried to speak, but the caramel haired boy continued talking over him.

"I don't want to speak with anyone. They didn't do anything, right? I'm fine. Ill just beat the shit out of those pricks the next time I see them."

"Louis!" Harry yelled, finally catching his attention. "They could've done something and if Liam hadn't come through that door to save you, they would've. We can't let them get away with that."

"I'm fine." Louis stated dimly. Harry knew that this meant that none of his words were getting through to the boy, and so he shut his mouth and lay next to him, careful not to take up too much space in the bed. Louis hesitated before letting his fingers curl in between the crevice of Harry's, their palms pressing against one another until they were damp and both were seconds from falling asleep to the soft sounds of their breathing.

Harry hummed with content, letting his eyelids fall. "I love you, Lou."

"You too, Hazza."

. . .

When Harry woke up, he expected to feel the occasional squeeze of reassurance from Louis' hand, but instead he feels cold air brushing against every part of his skin reminding him that Louis must have left before he could wake up. Reasonable, since school was today, but he couldn't help but think that it was because Louis wanted to get away from him.

I love you, Lou, how stupid of him to admit that aloud. He practically hears Louis' weak You too, Hazza, in his mind as he goes from class to class and as the day continues on. It's almost as if his mind was a broken record filled with broken answers. How could I-

"Harry, is Louis okay?" Liam asked, pulling Harry away from his thoughts as they walked down the hall to their class together. Harry thought about telling Liam no, and that Louis was most definitely having a hard time about this whole situation, but he gives the answer that Liam wants to hear.

"Yeah, he's okay now. Just gonna take his time this week."

Liam beamed. "That's good. Did he agree about talking to the principal?"

"Actually-"

"Hey guys," Louis said, coming up from behind with the widest smile and reddest eyes in the history of man. His fingers were twitching at his sides and Harry felt his body stiffen, knowing that Louis was absolutely high right now and he only did drugs when he was stressed out- but not much in school. "It's a beautiful day, ain't it?"

"You seem happy today, Louis." Liam responded with relief laced in his tone. Harry wanted to tell him that this was the side effects of drugs, but he bit his lip instead and avoided looking Louis in the eye. "I just thought that with everything going on you'd-"

"Sh, Lili. Harry, can we talk in private?" Louis asked, waving Liam goodbye when the puppy eyed boy got the clue. Harry frowned and continued to walk faster, feeling Louis on his heels regardless. "Stop running away from me, only I can do that."

Suddenly, Harry was slammed up against the locker by Louis with his hands held upwards. Louis ignored the small group of people staring at them and let his lips brush against Harry's before kissing him completely, his tongue pressing against the top of his teeth. Harry moaned with defeat, feeling aroused at the thought off people watching him and him being humiliated, it was something that he'd have to ask when Louis' wasn't so out of it. "Louis..."

"We'll continue this later?" Louis asked, but it was more of a demand as he released Harry's hands and took a step back, running his hand through his untamed hair. "I have something planned, and you're gonna fucking love it."

NOTE: soooo tired but hi i updated

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