Somebody's Child

~ E I G H T ~

"PLEASE STOP IT HURTS!" Harry cried as one of his clients was beating him over and over with a paddle while fucking him hard. He had Harry tied down on his stomach, each one of his legs and arms tied to each of the posts. I got up and walked over to the man furious. "He said stop." I growled in his ear.

The man looked at me, smirked and continued to hit Harry without any mercy. "He's a whore. this is what they're used for. If you don't like it, feel free to leave." He said hitting him harder. Harry kept crying out in pain and I had had enough with this douche bag of a client. He was Harry's 5th client of the night and he still had 5 more to fucking go. He can't work if he's unconscious from the beatings, and that will piss Jeff off so much.

I picked the short skinny mut up off Harry and threw him onto the floor. "Get the fuck out of here. Now." I ordered him. He shook his head as he got dressed. "I will be telling Nick about this." He hissed as he left. I rushed over to Harry and started to untie him, and that's when Jeff walked in angry.

"LOUIS What the hell did I just hear about you shoving a client off Louis? Then kicking him out?!" He roared. "Look what he did to Harry. Jeff he's bleeding! They shouldn't be able to hit him that hard that he ends up gushing blood out!" I screamed back at him.

Me and Jeff got into a yelling argument and neither one of us realized that Harry was puking all over the place. Jeff was the first to notice Harry puking and sighed. I looked over and ran to him, holding back his hair and rubbing his back.

"Harry? Harry love are you okay? Can you hear me?" I asked as he stayed hunched over the bed puking violently. I grabbed a wet cloth and put it around the back of his neck to help him stop the vomiting.

"Take him back." Jeff mumbled calling someone on his cell. "But you just said-" he cut me off. "Take him back Louis before I change my goddamn mind!" He roared as he walked out of the room, slamming the door. I rubbed the back of my neck before walking over and untying the rest of Harry's limbs. I quickly got Harry dressed again before I picked him up and carried him out to the car.

He was almost passed out like last time. His body weak and fragile like a porcelain doll. His arms clung around my neck like a sleeping baby sloth. I watched as his face scrunched up every time he gaged. I walked over to my car and placed him down carefully onto the back seat, putting a pillow under his head and a blanket over his shivering body before I got in myself and started driving back. As I was driving, I got this sudden feeling in my gut that just didn't settle.

The thought kept haunting me as I looked back at a sleeping Harry and pulled into a drugstore, going to get what I needed. When I came back out, Harry was awake just barely and was holding his stomach in the fetal position. "Its okay love we're almost back" I said removing his sweaty curls from in front of his eyes. We got back to the brothel 5 minutes later, and I carried him into my room, locking the door behind me before I laid him down onto the bed.

First thing was first, I was going to tend to his injuries he got this evening. I went into my bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit from under my sink. I walked back out and he was hunched over the side of the bed and puking once again. I went to rub his back as he finished and started first aid immediately.

"How do you feel love?" I asked him as I cleaned his cuts. "S-sore" he said in a low, raspy voice. I kissed his forehead as I finished. I frowned as I caressed his cheek. "I hate seeing you like this love." I took a slight pause. I got up and went to grab the bag from the drugstore. I could see the pain Harry was already in, but I needed to know. Harry hasn't been feeling well lately, always tired and throwing up. But I don't think the pain is what is causing him to throw up because he has been throwing up even on the days that he is off of work.

"Harry love? I know you're in pain but is there any chance you can pee in this cup for me?" Harry was completely out of it. He was groaning in pain and holding his stomach again. He nodded as tears poured down his cheeks. I brought over the cup and helped him sit up so he could give me a urine sample. Once filled, he laid down as he watched me take the test out of the bag.

His eyes flooded with fear as I opened the package and took out the stick, placing it into the urine. "I-I cant be-" he whispered almost silently. I took the stick out and put the lid back on and placed it face down. I set a timer on my phone for 3 minutes. 3 minutes was the amount of time I had until we both knew the truth.

I walked back over to Harry and sat down beside him, rubbing his arm. He sat there staring at his hands for a few seconds before all the pain that he was in, magically disappeared as he stood up and pushed me against the wall. Our bodies pressed together heatedly against the wall, as we breathed heavily.

Warmth blossomed in my chest, sparks igniting as Harry leaned in close, lips brushing together, tentatively, for the first time. The smell of his cologne, of the soft, peachy scent of his conditioner, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in my stomach. But warmth consumed me as I leaned into the kiss, Harry's lips impossibly soft against his own.

I felt fireworks burst in my stomach, my mind was foggy and my body weak as our tongues sloppily played chase with one another. I pulled away suddenly when I heard the frantic alarm blast through my phone. We both looked over the phone, and the test as we slowly made our way over. "I-I can't look. If I am- Jeff is going to kill-" He started, and I held his hands. "Jeff will do fuck all. You hear me. I won't let him touch you." I said pulling him into my chest tightly.

"As much as you don't want to know- we need to look love. You will need more medical supervision-" I said as I kissed him gently again. I flipped the test over and holding it into the light. My eyes squinting until I let out a breath.