With or Without you. (A Larry Fanfiction.)

Chapter 10

Warnings for this chapter:
Harry will be down and sad but there will be no self harm in this story. No suicide thoughts or stuff like this.
Louis dirty talk and Larry smut ahead though. Enjooooooy.

Will craved the feeling to tower over Harry from the beginning of their relationship on, he wanted this boy to be completely dependent on him.

Will craved Harrys freedom, his self-determination.

But seeing Harry laying on the bed with his pants tugged down, pale and violently shaking made him furrow his brows.

He felt that Harry was slipping.

Through his fingers like sand would rinse through hands if you make the mistake and loosen the tension up a little.

"Harry.." Will coaxed lightly and sat down at the edge of the bed, right next to Harry's shoulder. He had his head turned away from him.

"What happened.." Will mumbled as he brushed some curls out of Harry's face. They were too long.. Will held back a tut before he let his fingers travel over Harry's arm up to his shoulder blades.

But Harry only tensed.

"Baby.." Will hummed and moved on Harry's bum, still wearing his pants as he placed his hands on Harry's back and started to massage the tight knots that he found in his muscles.

"It's nothing just.. Fuck me if you please to" Harry said quietly and closed his eyes again.

It didn't matter. Nothing did.

He felt empty. Without any ambition anymore.

Louis enriched his life.. But he wasn't good enough for Louis. How was he so foolish and thought otherwise?

Harry's eyes fell close, he was numb to Will's touch and to his surprise he didn't fuck him right there.

Instead he laid down next to him, lifting his leg up to entangle it together with Harry's naked ones. His chest was pressing against Harry's back.

But Harry didn't feel like he was here. His body was, yes. His mind was still back at Louis'.

Harry's body started to tremble violently as the argument of Louis and him ghosted through his mind again.

He felt weak, his chest falling and heaving rapidly and he fisted his hand in one of the sheets but just closed his eyes.

*Harry, Harry easy. Breathe with me. In and out.. In and out..*

Louis was speaking inside his head until Harry mouthed the words after.

In and out. Again.

"Harry.." Will breathed out into Harry's neck but he didn't react in any way.

"Tell me what's wrong."
Harry took a deep breath and turned around to the man that was cuddling up behind him.

"Just have a really throbbing headache.." Harry whispered, voice small and he felt so sensitive, so worthless that he couldn't even ask Will to get him an Aspirin.

"Be right back.." Will whispered though and pressed his lips to Harry's forehead. Harry was too lost in himself and Louis that he didn't even know what was going on with Will.

Will sensed that something wasn't going the way he wanted things to go. Harry was slipping from and he didn't quite like that.

As he returned with an Aspirin and a glass of water, he helped Harry up and gave him the glass of sparkling water to swallow the pill down.