Lunatic (English Translation)

Chapter 8

Louis was scared to even move. He was scared to even take deep breaths. His entire body was full of a bottomless pit of pain. His veins carried the blood that betrayed him by sharing the arms of terror.

He wanted to move but he couldn't... not even an inch. His entire body was crushed under Harry's heavyweight. He could feel pain under his skin. The tears silently falling down his cheek expressed his internal sufferings.

A dark grey cloud heavy with bitter and salty tears fell on his lips. It reminded him of the taste of beach water but nothing evoked any emotions inside him.

"You still want to stay there? I can feel the change of that small little heartbeat of yours little Lou... you're stunning..." Harry's voice was like a whisper of thunder inside his ears.

The thin hair across his body stood up and his body turned numb and his skin ran dry.

"My little Lou??" Harry whispered again. He wrapped his arms tightly around Lou's body, like a poison ivy, securing Louis's defenceless body into his arms.

His lips were exactly touching Louis's lips. His breaths were hot and heavy on his skin. His full rounded lips were full of feelings and his voice.... His voice was raspy and deep.

Louis was losing his sanity and patience, he couldn't do this anymore... he couldn't take it. So he screamed and freed himself from the capture of his strong cage of hands. He got up from the bed and put his hands on his ears and screamed and screamed. He screamed with his entire being. It felt like his soul had woken and was pleading for freedom.

"Stop it"

His voice was hoarse from all the screaming. There was a distinct taste of blood at the back of his throat that spoke of his pain, and the big hidden lump that showed his loneliness.

"Stop it??"

Harry frowned and his features into an idiotic confused look. He placed his right hand under his head and leaned back at his side.

Louis was panting quickly and carelessly dropped down to the floor. But he hadn't had the smallest clue that it was all a plan... Harry's calm and soft smiles, and his idiotic romantic behaviour. It was all a small part of his clever little plan.

And Louis gave up so quickly. The boundaries and edges of his mind very quickly broke down against Harry.

Just one day... one day was enough until he would admit defeat and ask Harry to end him.... There was something deep down inside Harry, a feeling inside the deeply closed doors inside his mind that knew exactly Louis would not take too long. Louis would not fight this damning first level. He gave himself up way before Harry came into his life. The glass of his life was broken long ago between his hands, yearning for a funeral before even Harry got the chance to try to break him.

"If you really want it then why not??" We can stop it" Harry said and now he was lying on his back looking at the ceiling but he could still see Louis from the corner of his eyes. Who was currently hitting his head repeatedly against the wall, again and again. He was cruel up with his hands on his knees.

Louis looked back at Harry terrified. Harry got up and walked up to him. His legs slowly carried him closer. He lowered his head and bent down on his knees beside Louis. He moved his hand close to Louis's face.

"Well this has one condition"

Harry said while trying to turn Louis's disobedient head to him. His hand paused on Louis's cheek. The feeling of Louis's cold skin surprised him. His entire body was icy cold, like he was frozen under pressure many years ago and now his body was warming up with the fire in Harry's body.