fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Twenty-Four

Mood: Home by One Direction

Louis sighed before opening his mouth to speak.

"My parents were never very..." He paused to find the right word, "fond of my sexuality. Neither was my sisters. I was somewhat a disgrace to them per se. I came out to them when I was fourteen and since then they treated me like shit. They never bought me anything for myself and I eventually only ate one meal a day and that was the school lunch they offered. My parents locked away all the food they had. They said they wouldn't feed a fag." Louis pauses, coughing to hide the whimper that was daring to escape. He didn't like being reminded of his family.

"So then since Eleanor was my best friend I stayed over at her house a lot. Her family was nice. They let me stay over for weeks at a time without asking why." Eleanor smiled at the thought. Back then when they were only young teenagers it felt like a never ending sleepover.

"One day when I just turned seventeen my dad came home drunk. He hardly ever drank, but when he did it got bad. Anyway, he came home and I was at my home grabbing some clothes to stay with Eleanor and he--" Louis choked, tears brimming at his eyes. Harry's eyes widen and he pulls him into his chest.

"Louis, love, if you don't want to tell me it's fine." Harry whispers, rubbing his arm softly.

"It's fine...um well he hit me. For the first time. He punched me and kicked me and kept at it until I couldn't move. My mum didn't do anything. She took my siblings out of the house while it happened. He dragged me out of the house and threw me into an alley. He told me...I didn't deserve a home--" Louis was crying freely now. Tears ran down his cheeks, his face stained red.

"I didn't have a phone to call anyone so I limped to a store and borrowed a phone. I called Eleanor and she took me to the hospital. I had two broken ribs, a broken wrist and a concussion. How can someone hate you enough to break you? Especially someone that is supposed to love you unconditionally? How Harry?" Louis sobbed into Harry's chest, leaving wet spots on his shirt.

"Oh, God, Louis I'm so sorry." Harry mumbles, his own tears brimming. How could someone hurt him? Eleanor reached over and took Louis' hand. She rubbed her thumb against the top of his hand soothingly.

"That's why I'm so protective over him. I never, and I mean never, want to see him broken like he was." Eleanor says, her voice stern.

"When the doctors asked me what happened I said I was skating and I fell down a railing. They seemed to believe me. They tried to call my parents but I told them they were on vacation. They let me off."

"Why didn't you say it was your dad?" Harry asks.

"I don't know...maybe I was hoping that he didn't mean anything he did." Louis mumbles, hiccuping. The rims of his eyes were red and blotchy and he looked downright horrifying.

"I'm sorry that you had to go through that shit. You don't deserve any of it. You're so beautiful and happy and just damn perfect. I'm so fucking lucky to have met you, Louis." Harry says, kissing his temple. Louis let's out a dry laugh before sitting up. He wipes his eyes with his jumper and takes a deep breath.

Within another second he has a small smile on his lips.

"It's the past. I'm fine now." He says, taking another deep breath. Harry frowns.

"Don't bottle everything up, Lou." He says.

"I'm not. I don't like being sad." Louis mumbles, "Let's change the subject yeah?" He stands up, walking into the kitchen. He comes back a few minutes later, his eyes less red and blotchy. He had a bag of chips in his hand.

"But yeah, there's my life story and how I ended up in this crappy flat with a crappy roommate."

"I really want to punch you." Eleanor says, glaring at Louis. He chuckled and ate his chips as he took his seat next to Harry. Harry was amazing at how quickly he could change his emotions. It was silent for a moment.

"Tell me something I don't know about you, Curly." Louis says suddenly.

"Um, I don't know, I feel like you know everything about me."

"Most likely. Okay that sounded stalker-ish sorry." Louis says, blushing. Eleanor rolls her eyes and heads to her room. Harry let's out a small laugh before taking some chips.

"Well, for one, I have a secret fan account of myself." Louis chokes on his tea.

"You're kidding." Louis says through a fit of laughter.

"I wish I was."

"What is it?"

"I'm not telling you! It'll defeat the purpose of it being secret." Harry says a smile forming on his lips.

"God, you're a weirdo."

"Like you're any different." Harry retorts leaning in to kiss him. Louis hummed in response, snaking his arms around Harry's neck, deepening the kiss.

It was slow and languid, their lips moved slowly. Harry pulled Louis onto his lap, thumbs circling the skin on his hips under his shirt.

They pulled away, their faces centimeters apart.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" Harry whispers. Louis' blue eyes shone brightly, Harry felt as if he could see the ocean in them.

"I've been told." Louis smiles cheekily. Harry rolls his eyes and pulls him down to kiss him again. Louis' thin lips molded into Harry's plump ones, fitting perfectly.

Being in Harry's arms, kissing him softly, full of ardor felt like home to Louis. Even when he was with Eleanor he felt as if something was missing. Harry was that something. He made him feel safe, he made him feel at home.

Harry hummed into the kiss, his hands feeling the planes of Louis' curves, Louis' chest, Louis' collarbone. Just Louis.

Everything was perfect.

Then the front door opened.