Tell Me You Love Me (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1

Authors's Note: OK this my first ever story and it's Larry! *screams like mad* anywaaaaay this chapter contains smut, boyxboy material and mentions of abuse. If your heart can't take it, I'm sorry. I'll try to write a clean story alongside this one for you. I'm no good at this so please give feedback and let me know what I'm doing wrong. 

~Monique

*Louis' POV*

I sigh with content as I enter the flat my most wonderful and perfect boyfriend, Harry Styles, and I share.   It's been a long week apart as I've been visiting my mum and sisters back in Doncaster. I was originally supposed to stay for two weeks but I just miss my Hazzabear too much. I just couldn't stay away.

Oh, how I love the curly haired sex god!

I place my suitcase by the door and head upstairs towards our bedroom with my small carry on bag slung over my left shoulder. As I draw near to the room I hear muffled noises. What is the cheeky little bastard up now?

The closer I got now, the more the muffles sounded like moans. Was Harry watching porn? Haha! I'll never let him live this down! 

I reach the door and pull it open. 

My eyes sting with tears threatening to fall as I take in the sight infront of me. My Harry. My Harry and some random lady in bed. My Harry cheating on me. As that realisation dawned on me, it set off the waterworks. 

"H-Harry?" I mumbled. His head snaps up to look at me. He scrambles off the bed towards me. I back away, afraid of hi hands which were just rubbing down the random woman he was shagging behind my back. 

The woman, seemingly noticing that something was going on here, took up her clothes that were strewn all over the bedroom floor and scrambled away. Harry hurriedly puts on his boxers.

"Lou," he began, "It's not what it-"

"Really , Harry? Because it's exactly what it looks like! My good for nothing, son of  bitch boyfriend cheating on me! With some random bitch!" I scream. The tears were gone now. 

"Listen-" he began again.

"No! I won't hear it."

"Boo," he's closer to  me now and he grab my shoulders. I cringe away from him. "Boobear, please."

"No. Let go of me. I can't even look at you anymore. You're disgusting. You make my skin crawl! I hate you!" And that's when I felt it. A sharp, stinging pain on my right cheek. He slapped me. Harry slapped me. 

"Listen, you little bitch. I do what I want to do in this relationship. I call the shots so just shut your fucking mouth and get on with it."

"Y-you s-lapped me?" I asked.

"And I'll do it again if I have to." And with that he put on some clothes and walked out with his car keys, leaving me there on the floor, sobbing my eyes out, feeling like I didn't belong.

That was the first time Harry hit me, It gradually got worse over the months. I can't even go to the beach anymore. My body's covered with purple, blue and yellow bruises from all the punches

 I can't go anywhere, do anything, heck, he even said i'm "not allowed to have friends anymore." But that's just my life because no matter how many times he hits me or cheats, I just can never find it in me to leave him. I want, no need, him to love me again. I can't see myself spending forever with someone else. It just has to be Harry. 

 I sigh and run my fingers through my feathery brown hair. I hate when I get those flashbacks. Because that's when it all started. The abuse. The cheating. The "I hate you"s. The "You're a slut" abd "I don't even know why I'm still with you."  

My eyes are now brimming with tears as I hear the front door of the large flat Harry and I share. Well it's Harry's since he's the one who paid for it. I get up off the couch in the living room and go to greet Harry. 

I spot him by the door talking off his shoes. He was beautiful, that man. He had eyes of the rarest shade of green and a mop of dark brown curls. His dimples, when he smiles, always made me go weak in the knees. Don't let me even start on his body. He had perfect abs and the sexiest legs one could ever imagine. Strong muscular arms and a muscular back. I love running my hands all over his beautiful body.

"How was your day?" I ask as I take his briefcase. I only get a grunt in response. "Your dinner's on the table. I made tacos." Those were his favourites. 

I watch him stalk off to the dining room and then reclaim my spot on the couch. Harry doesn't like to look at me while he eats. He says I ruin his appetite with my face. I had already gotton used to abuse and bullying since high school so it's nothing new. It still hurts though. Especiallly when it comes from Harry. 

*Later that night* 

I'm still lying on the couch which has now become my living space in the house. 

"Louis," I hear Harry whisper softly in my ear, sending hivers down my spine. I swear he was like a ninja. Where the hell did he come from?

"Yes, Harry?" My breath comes out shaky. 

"Come to bed, babe." I holds out his hand and i cautiously take it. He leads me towards our bedroom. 

As soon as the bedroom door closes, I pushed up against the wall, Harry attacked my lips hungrily, nibbling at the bottom. Both our lips moved perfectly together. He bit me bottom lip, asking for entrance which I immediately granted. Harry was horny and I wasn't going to deny any  of us our needs. He lipped his tongue inside my mouth, exploring it.Both our tongues fought for dominance and as usual, Harry wins.

He puts his hands up under my shirt and start rubbing up and down my flat stomach. He brought his hands up to my nipples which he pinched. I grew harger by the second. We pull apart from snogging to catch our breaths and for Harry to take off both our shirts. He pushed me towards the bed and crawled on top of me, 

I looked me over. I immediately felt self concious but that all went away whe Harry started palming me through my pants. A moan welled up in the back of my throat. I  bit my lip to keep from letting it out and bucked my hips against Harry's large hand. 

He pulled my pants and took it off of me. He then took of my boxers along with the rest of his clothes, 

"You're going to be limping for days after I'm through with you," he says and in a flash, he has me in his mouth. The sensation of Harry's warm wet mouth sucking my length was unbearable. 

"H-Harry,"  I moaned and he sucked harder. I felt myself building up more and more. Just as I was about to reach my climaz, Harry pulled away. 

"Not yet," he says, his voice husky. He flips me over so that I am on my belly. 

"I'm going to prep you now," he said. 

I then feel a sharp pain as he inserts one finger.

"Shhhh baby."

He inserts another and another until I am finally stretched enough. He lines himself up at my entrance and slams into me so hard, immediately hitting my prostate,

"Mmmmhmmm," I moan softly. "Move." He starts moving, gradually getting faster and faster.

"God..Lou...you're...so tight!" he says thrusting into me with all his might. I try to keep a moan from escaping me when Harry says, "I wanna hear you babe. Don't keep it in. I wanna hear you scream my name."

I moan again, louder. Soon, I started to feel the familiar sensation in my stomach. 

"Harry, I-I'm gonna- HARRRY!" I shout as I come  the bed. Soon after I hear Harry  mutter "Fuck! Lou!" and I'm being filled with Harry's warmth.  

We lay back panting and soon enough I fell aleep.

And that was my life: being abused, having sex whenever Harry was horny and basically living the life of a slave of sorts but it's different. Because I love Harry and will do anything in my power to get him to love me,