Baby Boy ✧ Larry Stylinson

Chapter 29 - nice and rough

"How the hell could you even do that?" Harry starts yelling once they're in their house, voice cracking.

"Baby, I was only trying to - don't walk away from me!" Louis tries to explain, watching as Harry walks away and up the stairs.

"So first you call me your toy," Harry spits the word out, grimacing. "Then you expect it to be all fine and just beat the hell out of someone?"

Louis has to bite his lip from scolding Harry about his language, because he doesn't like it one bit.

Once they enter their room, Harry sits on the far end of the bed and puts his face in his hands, remembering everything from tonight.

Louis watches as his princesses body starts shaking, his heart splitting into two pieces when he realizes Harry is crying because of him.

He gets on the bed and starts scooting towards Harry, just wanting to hug him and whisper sweet words in his ear.

Right when Louis places his hand on Harrys' shoulder, the younger boy stands up and looks down at Louis with a face of disgust.

"Am I not good enough?" Is all Harry can muster up, whispering out the words as tears fall from his cheeks to the floor.

"Of course you are-"

"Then why would you agree with him? Why would you say I was a toy when you told me you loved me? Or was that a lie too?" Harry bites his lip and closes his eyes.

"That's how the party worked, that's how we were supposed to treat out submissives. The way I'm treating you isn't common for doms-" Louis is stood up now, right in front of Harry who is leaning against the wall to be as far away from Louis as possible.

"And you don't think you could've given me a heads up? You couldn't have said 'oh hey harry, you're gonna be treated like shit at the party'?" Harrys not crying anymore, just angry. He's tired of always crying over anything.

He's like a cry baby. ( ay shoutout to melanie martinez)

"I forgot! Okay, Harry? I forgot that not everybody is like us." Louis yells, starting to get frustrated.

"How the hell could you forget something like that-?"

"For fucks sake, I don't know maybe because I also forgot that you are so fucking whiny?" As soon as those words come out of Louis' mouth, he immediately regrets them.

He watches how Harry stares back at him without any emotions in his eyes, looking like a zombie.

"I'm going to sleep in the guest room tonight." Harry grumbles out after a minute, walking around the bed and towards the door.

"Like hell you are." Louis' eyebrows are furrowed, watching Harry intently.

"I can and I will. Besides, I don't think you want a whiny toy in your room." Harry spits out his last words before walking out and slamming the door shut.

He leaves Louis standing there, mouth wide open and his face filled with shock.

"Fuck." Louis breathes to himself, feeling tears start to well up in his blue eyes.