Youtubers [larry au] (boyxboy)

Chapter 16

"Please, talk to me about it," Harry whispered, running his fingers through Louis' soft hair with a comforting smile, "I know it's hard, Lou, but I can't let you walk around feeling like you have a lot of weight on your shoulders. It's me, yeah? You can trust me."

"I know."

It wasn't that Louis didn't trust Harry, because he did. He trusted him more than anyone else in the world, lately even more than Niall.

The way he always comforted him when things were rough, and just knew what to say to make him calm down was enough for Louis to know that he was not like other people. He was different.

Good different.

This situation though, was the thing that was the problem. If only thinking about it brought you close to tears, how could you talk about it without crying an ocean?

"You okay?"

Louis nodded slowly, sighing when Harry kissed him on the forehead. "I'm so glad you're here," he said, swallowing nervously, "It would've been a lie if I told you I never once had doubts about how you felt about me."

Harry frowned, and was the one who sighed deeply this time... more in sadness. "Is it still like that now?"

"Not now," Louis replied, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt his hands starting to tremble. "Especially not now. You're talking to me in a way that makes me feel safe... a-and good."

"That's great, isn't it?" Harry asked worriedly, staring at Louis' hands. "Why are your hands shaking? Are you alright?"

"Thinking a-about that n-night when he... he-" Louis whispered, not able to finish his sentence nor look Harry in the eyes when his sight got blurry again for the second damn time of the day.

Seriously, how many times was he going to cry with Harry being in the same room? He didn't want to spend every minute with his boyfriend (who obviously couldn't stay that long in London) crying about his stupid problems. He knew that Harry wanted him to talk, but that didn't mean he wanted him to cry everytime he thought about something that made him sad.

Harry's immediate reaction was to cradle Louis into his chest like a baby, and whisper the sweetest words into his ear to make him calm down. It helped a little bit... especially when Harry started kissing every part of his face again.

"It's me, baby," he said with a soft smile, grazing his lip with his thumb. "Harry, your handsome best friend and boyfriend, who really just wants his Louis to be safe and happy. Can you tell me what he told you?"

Louis was breathing heavily against Harry's chest, suddenly feeling it really hard to breathe. With a whimper, he let out a really loud cry and shook his head frantically.

Harry squeezed him tighter, rubbing his back as he gave him kisses on his neck. "It's okay, baby. It's okay. You're okay with me, always. You're safe here."

Louis didn't understand why he was reacting so bad about a few things Justin had said, because the bully hadn't even said that many words to him. But when he thought about the disgusting kiss, the way Justin was talking to him like he was a piece of meat, and giving him signs that he was going to rape him just made Louis want to fucking kill himself.

"Lou, shhh, you're okay. Everything is going to be alright-"

"H-Harry, he called me a fat whore," Louis interrupted him with a loud whisper. "R-Remember what I-I t-told you o-on the phone? Y-Yeah, that he c-couldn't wa-ait until he th-thrusted in-nto me? That t-too. H-He also s-said that... that Harry Styles couldn't have me. He s-said I was h-his. Fucking almost raped me. If I hadn't run away... shit-"