Maybe He Gives Me More

Tear stains

Louis's POV
I walked through my door and for the first time I felt at peace. The look in Harry's eyes had changed when I told him why I kept trying, he seemed lighter. I know I felt lighter. Free.
I heard two muffled voices upstairs, and immediately I ran upstairs to tell my mom what happened. My mom didn't know Harry was a prostitute, but she did know that I had a thing for a boy. A very beautiful boy with green eyes and strong hands.
I walked up stairs and then I realized the voice wasn't my mothers. I peaked my head through my parent's and I had to stop myself from screaming. Harry was on his fucking knees in front of my step-father.
It wasn't obvious but I could see Harry was uncomfortable, tears brimmed the corners of his eyes and his cheeks were burning a red I had never seen. I felt violated. Maybe not by Harry. But by my step-father. He had always been a cheating piece of shit, but with Harry?
       "Yes, you're so big papi." Harry moaned the words like he was in a porno, and I guess in some weird way he was. He looked so vulnerable. It was hard for me to believe at first that other men have been with him, but watching him be used like a toy for fucks by my step-father was indescribable. I felt helpless and I couldn't understand what made Harry want to do this. Why would anyone want to be treated this way even if it meant money?
     My step-father continued to degrade him and I knew I needed to say something. I needed to be heard. "H-harry?" I stumbled over my words and I saw Harry's eyes widen at the sight of me. My step-father yanked up his shorts and just yelled at me to get out. Harry rushed towards me and led me gently out of the room closing the door behind him.
    Tears rushed down my face and it was almost like I couldn't have or do anything right anymore. My fucking crush just nearly sucked off my step-father. Harry wrapped his arm around me and nestled his head into the top of mine. I felt his lips pecking my hair and for some reason I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't do anything but sit there and cry.
     "It's okay. It's okay. Im sorry Louis. I'm sorry. I didn't know. I wouldn't have done it if I knew you knew him." Harry pleaded. I lifted my head to meet his eyes and I could feel the tears still running.
    "That was my step-father,Harry" I cried and his hands came to both sides of my face his hands wiping away the tears. "Louis, I swear to you I didn't know. I didn't."
      I didn't know how to feel. How to act. I didn't think I was mad at Harry. I just didn't know if I would be able to handle Harry doing this. "We'll figure this out Louis. I promise. I'm sorry I hurt you all the time but I care for you. Okay? I care. It all meant so much to me and we'll figure this out. We'll figure out how to be together."
     I stared at Harry through tear stained eyes, I leaned up to kiss him lightly. "Okay. Together." I whispered. I knew this was complicated. I knew my step-father would be ignoring me for a long time. I knew Harry wasn't perfect. But I also knew I wanted to try. I knew I wanted him.