Baby Boy ✧ Larry Stylinson

Chapter 28 - hes mine

Harry was in the bathroom for about five minutes now, still crying and trying to convince himself that he wasn't a toy.

But it was so hard when Louis had already agreed that he was.

Harry finally decided to stop crying and man up. He took deep breaths while looking at himself in the mirror.

His eyes were bloodshot from him just crying a couple seconds ago, lips red and bitten from biting on them to try to stop crying, hair a mess after running his hand through it so many times.

He was a mess.

Harry always new he was sensitive - sometimes over sensitive, but he knows he isn't the only who would act like this if their lover said that they were just a toy.

He heard the door open, thinking it was Louis coming to apologize.

"Louis, why would you-" Harry starts saying while he turns around, stopping when he realizes that it isn't Louis.

"I saw you run in here, and I couldn't help but check up on you." The dark brown eyed man says, closing the door and leaning on the wall, watching Harry intently with his arms crossed.

"Thank you, but that won't be necessary, sir." Harry answers politely with a forced smile on his lips, turning back around and turning on the sink, splashing his face with cold water.

"Louis Tomlinson your dominant?" The man asks, Harry looking up at the mirror to see the guys reflection from where he's still standing against the wall.

"Yes." Harry answers shortly, grabbing a clean towel and wiping his face with it, getting rid of the water that was dripping down on his shirt.

"I've talked to him, seemed nice." The man shrugs and looks down at his nails, Harry still watching his reflection with narrowed eyes.

"Seemed?" Harry questions, turning around and facing the mystery man once again.

"Well, seemed because now I see that he made you cry . . ." He trails off, taking small steps toward Harry, smirking.

Harry frowns and backs away, his back hitting the sink after a couple of steps.

"Louis, he's - he's amazing." Harry breathed out shakily, seeing the man trying to get closer to him. "Just today, he was mean."

"Hmm," The man hums and stops when he's a couple inches away from Harry, the green eyed boy feeling his breath hit his face. "So you're defending him?"

Harry closes his eyes and bites on his lower lip, "Yes, I l-love him." he explains.

"You know . . . if it doesn't ever work out with Louis, you can always come to mine -"

The door swings open, Harry and the man almost snapping their necks off to see who just walked in.

"Step the fuck away from my Harry." Louis growls lowly, shooting daggers at the man.

"We were just talking about you." The man snickers, emphasizing 'we' by pressing a finger on Harrys' chest.

Louis' eyes trail over to where the man is touching Harry, his eyes turning dark and looking at Harry who honestly looks scared.

"We were also talking about how he would come to me when you guys finish."

That's when Louis finally snaps.

It all flashes in front of Harrys' eyes, soon seeing Louis on top of the man who is on the floor, throwing punches and yelling.

"He's mine! He will only ever be fucking mine. Don't ever come near him again!" Louis yells while he punched his nose, seeing blood start to gush out.

Harry can only watch in horror, his screams mixing with the man and Louis'.

This was all so surreal, Harry didn't know if this was real life or he was just having a nightmare.

"Louis!" Harry cries out, voice cracking, grabbing at his hair frantically.

He's surprised nobody has came in yet.

Louis pays no attention to what Harry is saying, only paying attention to the man under him screaming in pain.

"You have no right to come in here and touch my princess!" Louis grabs him by the collar and smashes his head down onto the marble floor.

"Stop!" Harry is scared shitless, wondering where his Louis went and was replaced by this maniac.

Louis does the same thing over and over again; grabbing the mans collar and smashing the back of his head onto the ground until he lays limp, only whimpering and groaning.

"Louis, stop!" Harry screams, watching the man pass out.

Louis finally stops, breathing out shakily and looking at his busted knuckles where the skin is torn and bleeding.

The blue eyed boy hears Harry whimper, finally turning around to face him.

"Harry . . . I . . ." Louis trails off, not knowing what to say because he never knew he could do that.

Before Harry can even say anything, Zayn comes running in the bathroom, looking at the limp man on the floor and Louis who is on his knees, still staring at Harry.

"Louis, hurry and leave!" Zayn urges them.

"Princess . . ." Louis ignores Zayn, wanting his baby to say something to him other than looking at him in horror.

"Leave!" Zayn yells again and Louis snaps out of it, getting up quickly and grabbing Harrys hand, pulling them out of the restroom and bolting out of the building.

People watch them too, not making an effort to ask why they were leaving, because they already knew what went down in the restroom.

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THIS GOT DARK >:)