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One drink turned to two which turn to five. Harry was lost in a delirious state of blurry people and fuzzy surroundings. He laughed at something Evelyn said and ordered another drink. He grins widely as another roll of thunder fills the sound of the bar.
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Meanwhile, Louis was struggling to keep calm, body being taken over by tremors, shaking his small frame. He wipes his tears away, another sob racking his body.
He curls into himself, bringing his knees to his chest as another boom of thunder rolls around. He peeks from under the blankets to look at the red glow of the clock, watching as the minutes tick from seven to seven-thirty.
Harry said he'd be here by seven. Where is he? Louis cries out as another roll of thunder comes around and throws the blankets over him again. He whimpers as he sees flashes of lightning through the covers and tries to curl into himself.
He promised.
A terrifyingly loud boom of thunder has Louis falling out of the bed. He hastily crawls to the walk in closet Harry has and sits in the corner behind his coats, knees drawn up to his chest.
He doesn't know how much time passes but he counts exactly 121 booms of thunder. The storm was still raging on when he heard the front door open.
His heart thrums in his chest as he thinks about who's there. He whimpers as he hears the stumbling footsteps coming closer.
"Louis! Where are youuuuu?" Harry slurs. Louis doesn't like the sound of his voice. It's scary and it causes him to curl into himself even more.
"Princess? It's meee, Har." The man says but Louis stays silent. He could hear his footsteps approaching the closet and Louis whimpered quietly.
The door opened and Harry stepped in, stumbling and using the wall for support. Louis tries to stay away; he doesn't like how Harry walks or how he slurs his words.
He could see him coming closer and a boom of thunder makes him squeak and shudder in fear. Harry seems to hear him, dropping to his knees and eyes catching Louis' in a cloudy gaze.
"What are you doing here?" He asks, a bitter scent of alcohol blowing his way. Louis wrinkles his nose and shakes his head.
He doesn't like this Harry.
The older man sits cross-legged on the floor, head lolling to the side every few seconds.
"What's wrong, lovelyyy?" Harry slurs after a few moments.
"I-I'm scared. Y-Y-You look scary. The th-thunder is scary." Louis stutters out, tears running down his cheeks.
"I'm sorry for being scary. I didn't mean to leave you here alone. I'm just...you do things to me and if I don't control myself I'll do something very very bad." Harry says and Louis peeks at him through the coats.
"I-I do bad things to y-you?" Louis asks and Harry shakes his head quickly, chuckling.
"Quite the opposite. God, you're so innocent. I just want to..." His voice trails off and he looks dazed, staring off into space.
Louis shuffles out of his hiding place and Harry smiles at him, tilting his head to the side.
"Want to what?" Louis asks, curiosity taking over him. Harry's smile widens and he chuckles again.
"I want to fuck you into oblivion."
Louis' confused. He looks at Harry with raised eyebrows.
"What does that mean?" He asks. Harry closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"You're so innocent, fuck." Harry grunts and Louis furrows his eyebrows. He crawls over to Harry, who shifts away from him, mumbling no no no over and over again.
Louis doesn't listen, sitting next to him and curling into his side. It's quiet until another boom of thunder terrifies him. He grips onto Harrys shirt and whimpers slightly. The older man smells like whiskey and some kind of rosy cologne and he smelled like home.
Harry put an arm around the small boy, trying to keep himself in control as he whimpered when more thunder struck.
"Not a fan of thunderstorms, eh?" Harry slurs and Louis shakes his head quickly, "Let's go back to the bedroom." Harry stands up and pulls a reluctant Louis along with him, holding his dainty hand softly.
Harry settles Louis into bed and tells him he's going to get some water. The small boy shakes his head frantically, tears making their way to his eyes.
"I-I'm scared! Don't leave again!" Louis cries and jumps out of bed. Harry sighs and stumbles out of the room, with the small boy clinging onto him.
He finds his way to the kitchen and gets himself a glass of water. He downs it and gets two more. He tosses the glass in the sink and pulls Louis with him.
"Lou, I need to use the bathroom." Harry mutters and the small boy whines. The older lad groans and tugs Louis into the bathroom with him.
He quickly does his business, brushing his teeth and stripping from his clothes until he's only in his boxers. Louis was sat on the sink, trying to calm himself down as he hears the thunder again. Harry reassures him, standing in-between his legs and running his fingers over his tan thighs. Harry honestly can't control himself when he surged forward and kisses him, rough and sloppy but lovely all the same. He pulls away a few seconds later, pursing his lips and tapping the small boys thigh and leaving the bathroom.
Louis follows him around the flat as he situates everything, making sure the doors are locked and windows are closed.
They make their way back into the bedroom and Harry collapses onto the bed with a sigh. Louis takes a seat, taking off his sweater, leaving himself in purple panties.
Harry's head is cleared enough for him to know how wrong it is to stare at Louis while he settles himself into the bed.
Harry mumbles profanities as he slips under the covers and pulls Louis against him, kissing the back of his neck softly. The small boy sighs in content, turning to Harry and kissing him, lips ghosting over his.
They fall asleep with Louis still as innocent and naïve as ever and Harry with a guilty mind and control slowly leaving.
