Take Me To Church || Larry

09

Hearing someone say the things that you already are self conscious about is bad enough.

But when the one person in the world that you hope and pray didn't think those things, says them out loud to you?

Well it fucks you up.

Harry felt real shitty after his talk with Louis.

He felt that they not only ended the conversation on terrible terms, but he wasn't sure if they had broken up.

After a week of no calls to or from Louis Harry was beginning to go nuts.

Harry decided to visit Louis again and for the first 10 minutes he and Louis said nothing to each other.

They hadn't even looked at each other. Finally when Harry began to find the silence all too deafening, Louis had spoke.

"I am such a shitty person to you, Harry. I am extremely confused and baffled you are here. I just hope you know I meant none of that stuff I said. I was trying to get you to break up with me because I didn't want you to have to deal with me."

While Harry had a hard time believing that, Louis had assured him that he loved Harry and couldn't imagine loving anybody else.

Harry took that as an apology and accepted it.

Now presently it is 1 whole year into Louis' sentence and it's just now hitting Harry that he won't see Louis for another 4 years.

He won't have anyone to cuddle with, nobody to hug, no one to kiss.

Also selfishly, Harry wouldn't have anybody to help satisfy his sexual needs.

Harry's hand could only do but so much.

Ever since he and Louis had sex, Harry had been unbelievably horny.

Considering he had waited 18 years to finally have sex. Now after a whole other year without it, it tested Harry.

Harry knew it was wrong. It was so unbelievably wrong and he loved Louis with everything he had.

He was weakened when Niall had finally found him after looking for him since he left Beverley.

After he and Niall had done their catching up, Harry telling Niall everything that had happened and Niall listening intently and giving his advice, like a good friend.

After all of that, Niall suggested they go to a club and just get drunk.

Well Harry not only got totally shitfaced, he did the one thing he should never, ever do to Louis.

He slept with another guy.

Harry expected to feel so gross and disgusting afterwards, and he did. But that eventually wore off.

Harry began to feel good, like someone actually cared about him and that he was attractive enough for people to have sex with him, at least that's what each guy had told him.

They told him he was a fantastic fuck, so obedient and respectful.

Harry loved it. Loved how it made him feel, like he mattered to someone.

But Harry knew this would all bite him in the ass.

He knew it was so wrong and after each guy had finished fucking him, he hated himself.

He knew how broken and destroyed Louis was already, he couldn't imagine being the cause of Louis pain.

But the feeling he got while being fucked, fogged Harry's mind up and he couldn't stop.