Larry One Shots

Far Away.

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This idea was entirely my own. The only inspiration was from this amazing fanart so thank you to whoever made it!!!

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Source: my brain hehe
Rating: PG
Word Count: 4624
Summary: louis has antlers, and harry's a normal smart man willing to set the diverse boy free. (harry is older, lowercase intended)

[lowercase intended]

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louis was taken when he was younger. taken from his home and his family and away. far away. across the world far away.

he was only a teenager. a measly young teenager that didn't quite know what to do but cry when being gagged and taken from his bed at thirteen. he cried and cried and kicked and screamed. he was knocked out. no one heard him.

louis was flown or sailed or driven to god knows where. he was passed out the whole time. he still didn't know to that day. he just knew that people there didn't have his same donny accent, and that they were american. he was forced into a dark room, not having a clue that over the years he would be used as a test subject. all because he had the blood type they needed.

years worth of blood tests, shots, tests, mental tests, physical tests, pills and medicines. he was fed, and he wasn't starved to the bone, but it was definitely not enough that a young boy his age should've gotten.

he had been stolen a few times. each time lasting a few months. abused and beaten by his temporary kidnappers, and raped a few times. they thought it was funny, to torture him. it wasn't. it hurt. it bruised. it scarred.

everything over the past five years led up to one week of absolute pain. he was taken to a room he hadn't seen before. it had a large metal table, with only a slight cushioning to it. it had all these arms and poles and wires connected to it, and it made louis scared. he had heard them talking about things like that. how they were almost ready to change him. he didn't want to change. he wanted to change his position in the world, yes, but not his body. so, he fought against the men. he turned harshly, hitting and shoving and yelling. screaming his head off. the eighteen year old was terrified.

but no one listened, they knocked him out for what was probably the third time that month, sticking a needle into his neck to get him to black out. and when he awakened, he was laid on that metal table. with wires suctioned to his forehead, various places of his head, his arms, his chest, and thighs. he had his arms and legs strapped down in such a way that he couldn't break free from. he freaked out.

but it wasn't over, no. because for that whole week he was on that goddamn bed, being tortured. they kept turning things on and doing different things. sending liquids or drugs into his veins, shocking him, electrocuting him in places, some things he couldn't even explain. sometimes he just felt pain. random pains everywhere. like cramps but worse. he would thrash around, arching his back and clawing at the table and screaming out in agonizing pain.

he was out for a whole two weeks after that. two weeks it took for his new additions to grow in. and when he woke up, he didn't have normal features. he didn't have a normal looking body. the only thing that changed was his hair, growing just a bit. but he gained horns. deer horns. big horns coming from right where his hairline started and weaving out the same way it would on the animals head. he would look in the mirror, and point out how his cheekbones seemed more prominent sometimes, or his jawline, but the only thing he'd really be able to stare at where those deer horns.