Larry smut

Fallen (pt.5 of "These violent delights")

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He wasn't sure when things had evolved into this fierce need to be together at all times, he just knew it was irrevocable.

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"Coward!"

The slap was like a thousand needles, and tasted of blood. Still, Louis stood between this poor excuse for a man and his mother. Another hit brought him to his knees.

His mother's screams were drowned out by the pain.

Louis thrashed in his sleep, the sound of the pouring rain a distant echo as he fought his invisible attacker. A gentle hand touched his shoulder then and Louis choked on a scream, his heart pounding, his mind whirling with fear and ugly memories. "NO!"

His eyes snapped open just as the bed dipped."Shh." Harry's voice floated out of the darkness. "Louis, it's just a dream."

A desperate cry left Louis and he scrambled onto Harry's lap. The taller boy held him tight and kissed him, murmuring soft words of comfort into his ear. "It was a dream. You're safe with me."

"M'sorry," Louis whispered, feeling embarrassed now that the fear was beginning to wear off.

"He's dead. He can't harm you ever again." Harry spoke directly into his ear, voice soft yet carrying a hard edge that made Louis shiver. Sighing in relief, Louis felt the negative emotions leave his body. Wait a minute..."How did you-"

"Window." Harry whispered, kissing his temple before laying him back on the mattress. The action should have made Louis feel childish, yet it only spoke of affection and safety. "Go back to sleep."

Louis stretched and happily obeyed, feeling comforted. He pressed a sleepy kiss to Harry's palm in thanks. "Lay down with me?"

Eyes glittering in the darkness, Harry watched him a moment longer before complying. He had found out rather early on that he was incapable of denying Louis anything.

And Harry doubted Louis understood the power he wielded because of it.

Feeling safe now, Louis cuddled up to Harry's warmth with a contented sigh as the curly haired boy pulled him close.

The rain continued to fall, creating a sad song for bad dreams as the night went on. But the song would play for another as long as Harry held him tight.

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The next morning when Harry pulled into the drive to pick Louis up for school, Jay watched her son hop around the hallway with a half eaten apple between his teeth as he tugged on a shoe.

"Am I ever going to meet your mysterious friend?"

Louis dropped his apple in the rubbish bin when he passed the kitchen and adjusted the strap on his bag.

"Uhm?" They hadn't done the whole meet the parents thing yet. For some reason it never seemed like the right time, like the spell would break if they allowed others into their little world. Or perhaps, it was that it would make things more real. Louis didn't mind. He wasn't so sure about Harry's reasoning though.