Cold Night Boy (Larry au; BDSM)

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"Louis."

The smaller boy whined and shook his head, placing his hands in front of his face, hiding. He was embarrassed.

Harry sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I'm not mad at you. I'm just happy you're back with me.." Harry said gently, eyeing the brown haired boy who sat in front of him. He fiddled his pen. Harry desperately wanted to just lean over, pull Louis against his hard body and kiss him. Probably even do naughtier things. But it had to wait.

They needed to talk. Why did Louis run away? What were they? What was going to happen now?

Louis just shook his head slowly and hid deeper in between his knees.

Harry sat up straighter in his chair, chewing on his lip, deciding what to do. They sat in his office, Harry watching Louis while the younger man now, was hiding from him.

"I need to know why you ran away, Louis. If you don't want this kind of relationship between us any longer, I need to know. I won't be mad, it's your decision. Just, talk to me." Harry cooed softly, leaning forward.

Louis sniffled and carefully looked up, his eyes red. He looked tired. Harry assumed that he himself looked even worse.

"Please," he pushed on carefully, teeth sinking down in his lower lip.

"I still love you.. Still need you," Louis spoke quietly so Harry had to furrow his eyebrows, concentrating, to understand Louis' words. Still need you..

It sent a chill down the older man's body.

"Good.. That's good, Louis, good boy," Harry said softly, eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the way Louis mewled in his chair.

"Do you want to tell me why you ran away, then?"

Louis shrugged his shoulders weakly and continued his silence for a while. He didn't know where to start.

"S a lot to think.. Makes my head hurt because it's so much, sometimes," Louis started off slowly, "like.. It gets all crowded in there. Like in a club. Loads of people dancing, talking. Too much.."

Harry frowned and nodded his head once more. "Have you had that before? Your head getting all crowded?"

Louis nodded.

"How do you feel, then? Could you describe that for me?" He sent Louis a gentle smile.

"I feel.. Lonely. Like an outsider, like I'm not normal, as if I'm not able to do anything because I'm dumb and little and- just different," he whispered, eyes glazing over. Harry grit his teeth together. He had to do a better job in making Louis feel better.

"Feelings always there.." Louis whimpered, "worse when you're not there.." He added quietly, tugging at his socks that suddenly were very interesting.

"How is it with me then, Louis? What is different when I'm there?"

The question drew a whine from the little boy. He didn't want to talk about it because it made him felt ashamed, like Harry shouldn't even ask this questions because it drew too much attention on Louis. Harry looked tired and he just wanted him to rest, wanted Harry to feel good. He didn't want Harry to worry about him. And Louis felt helpless because he didn't find the right words.

"S hard to explain I," his bottom lip started to quiver, "Hawwy you should sleep, not worrying about L-Lou.." He inhaled shakily, close to tears.

"Stop that, Louis, I won't go to sleep until we talked this out. Goddamn, I care about you, haven't you noticed that?" The older man groaned lightly and leaned forward further, staring at Louis whose breathing started to get even more ragged as the following seconds passed. Louis' eyes were blown, helplessly staring at Harry's before he teared them away.