Over Again (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9:

          "Don't be such a little fag." I said, the words leaving a bad taste in my mouth. Harry looked down at me, and he looked like he was broken. I wanted to comfort him, to make him smile, but I was in just as much shock as he was. After a few seconds, I noticed his face pale before going blank completely.

          I sighed, knowing what was going to come. "Don't be such a little fag? You mean like you?" He pushed me against the wall, holding onto my waist as he slammed his body against mine. "I....I'm..." I closed my eyes, trying to remind myself that I was more than just a 'fag'. I was a wonderful person and people liked my eccentricity, even if the students at my school hadn't like me. Liam liked me. Zayn and Niall both adored me. The only person who seemed to hate me was myself.

Why would you love yourself when you're hideous?

They're all bloody insane...

Of course insane people love other insane people.

         I screamed, tears rolling down my face as Harry must have assumed it was because of him. "Don't be such a little girl. Stop crying!! I don't like it!! You look ugly when you cry and you're too beautiful to be ugly!" He let go of my hips only to grab my wrist and to throw me on the bed. "Just lay the fuck in bed." He said and went to the bathroom.

          Had he called me beautiful? Why would he do this? I knew that the real Harry thought I was cute but I never thought I would hear it from this side of him. I cuddled into the nice bed of his, pulling the slighty bloody blanket over me and cuddling into him. Soon enough I heard footsteps coming into the bedroom.

         "Here. Don't cry." He said, dabbing at my eyes with a wet towel. "W-why wet the towel to wipe tears..." I asked, and he growled. "So the dry towel doesn't hurt your delicate skin! God! I thought the little homo would know that!" I stayed quiet, and he sighed. "Sorry...sorry... " I nodded, and he layed beside me, forcing me to lay on top of him.

         I didn't particularly enjoy this position. Our bodies were perfectly aligned, and we seemed to fit perfectly together, but it was really close and I couldn't help but think of it sexually. He held me close, and his hands rubbed up my back. "You're MY faggot okay. MINE. So stop flirting with Niall!" He said, and I was shocked and confused.

          "I...I don't flirt with Niall! He's with Zayn practically!" Harry glared at me, squeezing me even tighter. "Don't lie to me. I will kill both of them without any remorse. You are MY LOU-BEAR." When he called me that nickname, I couldn't help but forget everything. Forget that he was hurting me, forget that i would likely be bruised, even forget that he was practically molesting me.

          My Harry was in there and I knew he was kind-hearted and I knew that he would love me eventually. "Okay. I'm all yours. Could you please move? I don't like this position." I batted my eyelashes and before he could respond the voice came into my head.

Batting your eyelashes?

Who the fuck are you, Shirley Temple?

What are you, 12?

A girl?

         "I'm not a girl!! I'm a boy!!" I yelled again, and I felt Harry's grip on me loosen comfortably and he buried his curly head into my neck. "You're big and manly. I'll always protect you Louis. I'll protect you and I'll kill anyone who hurts you because you're mine. OKAY?" He yelled, and I knew it was just so i wouldn't think that he was girly either.

           "I'll only love you if you don't force me into sex or kisses anymore...got it?" he growled. "You'll do whatever the....Yes. Okay. But I'm the man. I'm the man." He said, but quieter. We layed together until the nurse gave in to give him his night time medicine. His nurse was this beautiful lady named Lou, just like me!