Harry sucked in a breath, looking between Ashton and Michael.
"Louis..and..I uh.." Harry shook his head and whined softly, he couldn't do it, he couldn't say it the way he thought it up.
"Cmon..its okay." Ashton pressed, rubbing Harry's back and Harry gulped, looking around.
"Louis..broke my heart.." Harry mumbled without making eye contact with his brother.
"What?" Ashton chuckled and Harry knew that was a bad sign.
First it was the laugh.
Then the repetition.
Then the big blow up.
"He broke your heart, you said?" Ashton asked, standing up from the couch.
"Ashton." Michael called out, Ashton held up a finger and turned back to Harry.
"How old is he?" Ashton asked, calmly. Harry looked up at him and sniffled.
"Twenty..one.." Harry mumbled. Ashton stepped back with a scoff, Michael looked worried, he looked like he wanted to reach out and grab him but physical contact with Ashton right now is a death wish.
"And you're fucking sixteen," Ashton said, pinching the bridge of his nose, "did he force you to do anything?"
"You act like there's going to be a police siren outside if you touch me right here," Harry said, putting Louis' hand on his crotch, "nothing..no police siren, no guy with a megaphone telling you to come out with your hands up."
"...just us.."
Harry shook his head quickly.
"Don't lie to me." Ashton said and Harry shook his head once again, "Harry. Don't fucking lie for that son of a bitch!"
Harry couldn't speak, he was breathing too hard and there was a big lump in his throat he couldn't swallow.
"I'll be back.." Ashton mumbled grabbing his keys and walking towards the door, Harry stood up to walk after him but he couldn't move, its like he was frozen.
"Wait Ashton!" Michael called out, looking at Harry wheezing, grabbing his chest tightly like his lungs were going to pop out, he winced everytime, he tried to take a deep breath but it hurt.
"Fuck! Ashton stop!" Michael screamed, grabbing Ashton's jacket and yanking him back the best he could, "Goddamn it!"
"Michael get off me!" Ashton shouted, trying to pull away from his boyfriend's grip
Harry finally got up to walk, but the farthest he got was barely past the couch since he had no other weight support, he let out a small cry of Ashton's name before falling over, he felt someone catch him and it was Michael, trying to shush him and tell him it was okay.
Harry couldn't see anything, its like everything around him was starting to disappear.
"Ashton!" Michael cried out, Harry's eyes were halfway rolled to the back of his head.
"Hey.." Michael whispered, "Everything's gonna be okay, little buddy.." Harry let out a short whine and Michael shook his head, "I know, I know.."
Harry coughed harshly and that made Ashton finally turn around, Harry was sweaty and shaky, fuck did he cause that?
