~*~ Harry ~*~
Harry jerks awake when a very naked Rayne, who is straddling his waist, pushes his joggers and boxers down and grabs his unexpectedly hard dick. She’s lining him up to lower herself onto him when the haze of sleep clears. Harry shoves her roughly away from him.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Harry hisses.
“What we both want, babe.” She crawls on her hands and knees back to him and tilts her head to his hard dick. “It’s obvious you want me.”
Harry huffs out an angry laugh. “Funny how you waited until I was asleep. I guess you knew I would never get hard for you any other way.”
“Well, since it’s already happening, let me take care of it for you.” Rayne tries to sit over his lap again, but before she can descend, Harry rolls away and stands up, pulling up his pants with the motion.
“Touch me again, and you will regret it,” Harry threatens, moving as far across the room as he can. “I may have to flaunt you around during the day for these meetings with my dad, but that’s it. Make no mistake. I want nothing to do with you.”
Rayne stands up and sneers, her face contorting in anger. “We’ll see about that. Like I’ve been telling you all weekend, you will get me pregnant. You have no say in this. Your dad won’t give you a choice. You can’t get out of it. The contract is ironclad.”
“Watch me.” Harry leaves the room and heads directly to Gemma, slipping into the bed and sobbing into her open arms.
“Shh, Harry. What happened?” she soothes him softly, gentle hands ghosting over his back.
Harry fills Gemma in on what Rayne had tried to do as best as he can through his tears. She seethes in anger, and Harry moves closer. “Can we leave? I want to go home. I need…” Louis flashes through his mind. “I need to go home. Please,” he begs brokenly. “Please.”
Gemma’s response is immediate. “Yeah, let’s go.”
Ten minutes later, bags packed and still wearing sleep clothes, Gemma and Harry slip quietly out the front door and down the driveway to her car. Harry falls asleep in minutes, trusting Gemma to take him safely home. To Louis.
It’s storming and still dark, several hours away from dawn, when Gemma parks in back of Louis’ building and shakes Harry gently. “We’re here.”
Harry opens his eyes and surveys his surroundings, before opening the car door and walking around the building in the torrential rain. By the time he reaches the entrance at the front of the building, he’s soaked through. He probably should have called to let Louis know he was coming. That’s his last coherent thought before he starts knocking loudly and repeatedly on the door to Louis’ flat, tears already falling steadily down his face.
~*~ Louis ~*~
Louis jerks away at the sound of banging. “Who the fuck is knocking on the door in middle of the night?”
“I don’t know, mate, but they aren’t stopping,” Zayn grumbles, sitting up.
Louis pushes the blanket down and slips out of bed. His bare feet slap quietly across the floor followed by Zayn’s. Unbolting the locks quickly, he pulls the last latch and opens the door. Louis barely has time to register a drenched, crying Harry in front of him before Harry rushes into his arms, wrapping his legs tightly around Louis’ waist, face immediately seeking the groove of Louis’ neck and shoulder.
