Somebody's Child

~ T W O ~

It was just after 4 o'clock am when Harry came limping out of the hotel room. His face was covered in bruises and cuts and had dried tears on his cheeks. I did a physical inspection to make sure nothing was broken before leading him out of the hotel to the van while we waited for the other two boys.

He wrapped a blanket around him before placing his head on my shoulder and crying. The only time Harry cried after a session was when the men tied him to the bed and used him. He hated that because it gave him flashbacks from him younger childhood years and what his uncle did to him, but unfortunately it was within the rules and so he had to do it.

"Oh Haz. He did it, didn't he?" I asked looking over towards him. He nodded as he wiped the tears from his eyes. I pulled him into a hug, letting him know he was safe now. We stayed there for another half hour until Niall and Zayn came walking out and towards the van. Both looked pretty miserable but didn't say anything. They handed me their earnings before I placed Harry back in his seat and driving off.

The boys were used to the routine. They would go up to their separate rooms, fuck for a few hours and come back down, giving me the money to give to Nick. The boys were not allowed to accept any tips from the men, and if they did they would get punished. 

I held Harry's hand and rubbed my thumb against his cold pale knuckles. When we retuned to the house, Zayn and Liam went to shower and straight to sleep, while I took Harry to my room. We didn't always fuck after he had been through a rough session, but I knew every time Harry came back crying that he needed some calming down. The only thing that could calm Harry down was me.

I placed him on the bed and looked at him, moving a strand of hair out of his face. "We don't have to you know- if you're tired or sore-" I said and he interrupted. "No, Please Lou. I need you. I need to relax and you're the only person who can do that." He begged. 

I smiled softly as I slowly leaned over and locked lips with him, my hands moving down to his trousers to undo them that take them off. I slid my hand underneath his boxers and started pumping his cock slowly as I kissed him deeply. He groaned inside my mouth and I pulled away just long enough to strip my clothes off. 

I looked at the younger boy beneath me, tattoos covering his fragile and pale body. I trailed my fingertips along the soft skin at the side of his rib cage, watching his chest rise and fall as his breathing slowly sped up and a blush started creeping downwards from his face. I watched as Harry squirmed underneath me, holding my arms as I slowly entered him. 

His eyes closed tightly and his lips parted slightly, making an 'o' shape as he breathed heavily. I took his hands and placed them above his head, my bigger hands wrapping around them to tightly secure them in place. I start trailing kissing up and down his stomach and chest area as I begin to fuck slowly in and out of him.

Little moans began to escape Harry's mouth as I increased my speed slightly, my lips pressed against his chest as I nibbled over his butterfly tattoo that was placed right in the middle of his petite abdomen. I keep going gently, knowing this is what Harry wanted and needed right now. We only ever had passionate sex because I knew what those men did to him in the rooms. He quiet enjoyed slow and passionate sex with me, and that's how I knew that he felt safe with me.

Pants filled the room as we both came down from our euphoria. I looked over at him, his sweaty hair plastered against his face and his eyes shut tight as his chest raced up and down fast. I leaned over, removed the hair from his face and cupped his cheek before placing a soft kiss to his lips.

"I love you Haz" I whispered before I pulled him onto my chest and rubbed his back, my fingers trailing over his spine, which made him wiggle. "Ticklish are you?" I asked through a smile. He looked up at me, his head still on my chest and smiled. "no, it just feels so good. my body has been tensed lately and when you do that, it untenses me." He replied smiling.

I sighed as I looked down at him. "I know what the look is for Louis-" he started but i cut him off. "I wish they would stop hurting you. You have bruises everywhere and-" He shut me up by kissing my lips.

"Louis. I have no choice love. There are rules, and we have to follow them. Even if it does hurt me." He forced a smile before leaning his head back down onto my chest. I ran my fingertips slowly up and down his back, trying to help him fall asleep. Of course it wouldn't do much as he wakes up screaming in the middle of the night anyways. Tomorrow was Friday, which meant our date night. I had a huge surprised planned for him that I know he would love.

Usually on date nights, Nick gave Harry the night off to spend with me. One thing I loved about Harry, is how much he loved books and reading. Whenever I plan a date for us, I usually always have some sort or literature involved. Last month I took him to a poetry club where we wrote our own poems for each other.

I smiled as I looked down at Harry, whose eyes were closed and he was snoring.  I always say that if Harry wasn't forced into this line of work, that he would excel at book writing. I wrapped my arms around him tightly before turning off the little lamp, waiting there in the darkness for his nightmares to haunt him, and he waking up screaming like every other night. I closed my eyes just hoping to be able to catch a few hours sleep.

A high pitch scream is what woke me up in the early hours of 5am. I sat up quickly, pulling Harry into my arms as I shushed him, rubbing his back. He woke up after a few minuets and his face was once again, drenched in tears.

"We need to get you something to help with the nightmares love." I said softly pulling his shaking body onto my chest as I played with his curls. Breakfast wasn't until 7 am so we typically just laid in bed until then. I would tell him stories about my life, my mum and sisters before I was brought here. Sometimes he would do the same, depending on how intense his dream was.

The sun beamed through the windows at 7am and the alarm went off, indicating we had breakfast in half an hour. It let the boys get up, get showered and ready for the day. I got up, pulling on my clothes as Harry just laid there.

"Love, you need to get up." I said pulling the covers off him. That's when I saw it, carved right into his skin was the word 'SLUT' all in capital letters. Harry, do you remember anything from your client last night?" I asked worried.

He looked at me and spoke. "I went to his room, he offered me some champaign and i drank it. Next thing I know he's restraining me to the bed- that's all i remember happening with him. Why?" He asked, his voice shaking.

I grabbed a small hand mirror from my desk and pointed it to his back. "Do you remember this?" I asked and his eyes went wide. "N-no." he stuttered. I growled as I put the mirror down. "Get dressed now Harry. We need to go see Nick." I said helping him up.

He got dressed and I held his hand as we made our way down the hall to the office. I barged in with Louis and Nick was on the phone. He hung up and looked at me. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.

I turned Harry around and lifted up his shirt to show Nick the engraving. "I told you nick! I told you that you needed to keep better eyes on him! What do I have to do to make sure this doesn't happen? Sit in and watch?!" I screamed at him. "Well that's not a bad idea Louis, maybe you should. Afterall, Harry is the youngest here and he needs the most protection."

I felt my anger subside as I looked at Harry who looked absolutely terrified at the idea. "Alright, then its settled. from now on Louis will accompany Harry during work to make sure this doesn't happen again. Now get to breakfast. Oh and enjoy your date tonight." Nick said and I pulled Harry out of there quickly.