Master Tomlinson

10-Fractured

LOUIS
        "Right there, come on we've got twenty minutes until the show." I urged, watching as Thespian and Greg quickly hung some lanterns around the stage. I glanced over at the lit up house of mine and then looked back at what the boys were doing. I'm feeling more than a little nervous for tonight because I'm changing things up a little bit this once, and the only people I've told are Charlie, Greg, Thespian and Emery. Charlie wasn't too pleased with what I had in mind... But I didn't expect him to be, so I went unbothered by it. During the last ten minutes I went in to change into something formal but casual— like a white button up, sleeves rolled up and the bottom tucked into black dress pants. I peeked in the mirror and bit my lip roughly, before I let out a deep breath in attempt to calm my nerves.
A banging on my door made me jump slightly, followed by Emery's voice.
"Master, everything's finished and he's on his way down."
"Thank you Emery." I raised my voice a bit so he could hear and waited until his footsteps disappeared, before rubbing my face a bit and exiting my room. I turned the lights in the house off and then made it outside, where my eyes fell upon Harry— sitting next to my seat, twiddling his cute thumbs. Biting his lip. Jesus, he is adorable.
When I took a seat he looked at me with big green eyes, slight sadness in them. My hand was placed over his smaller one in reassurance, before I got back up and tugged him onto the stage, catching him by surprise. Harry's face went from sad to confused. When we made it up to the stage, Harry kept his head down and clutched my arm tightly.
Emery began to play one of my old favourite records as I took his small figure into my arms, holding his waist with one hand and his little hand in my other one. The space between us was closed off and I could feel his heart beating a mile a minute. He still refused to meet my gaze, so I lifted his chin gently and whispered with furrowed brows. "Tell me."
Harry simply bit his lip. "Tell you what, sir?"
"Other than the obvious thing circulating in that brain of yours.. What are you thinking about?" I questioned curiously, rubbing at his small waist. I could see tears forming in his eyes but before they could escape he caught himself and shook his head. "I'm too upset to talk about this here, Louis." He whispered sadly, before breathing in. "I appreciate all of this tonight, I do. But for some reason I just can't stop hurting over this," he explained, followed by small sniffles.
"Come on, kitten." I urged, slowly taking his hand into mine and interlocking our fingers. I led us back up to my room and closed the door behind us, ignoring the confused boys we left behind. I could tell that Harry was tense again, and he refused to look anywhere near the bed.

"It didn't happen in this bed." I reassured him, rubbing at his fists gently before I took a seat and waited for him to comply; which he did seconds later. "Tell me how to make that pretty smile come back." I pleaded quietly, a pained expression on my face. The dim lighting of my room made this moment feel more.. Intimate than it usually would, but maybe that's because I'm with Harry.

"I know that I'm just your slave, and that you can do whatever you want because you spend a lot of money on me and feed me and spoil me too much.. But.. I-I've never really felt... special.. as a slave before." Harry whispered, gnawing on his lip to prevent himself from breaking, I assume. I started to rub his knuckles again and pressed a little kiss to them, before I looked back at him and continued to listen.
"S-See? You do little things like.. That. You don't hit me, you don't ra— y-you don't.." Harry trailed off, his voice holding a deeper tone before it cracked, and I then saw a small tear escape his eyes. He lifted his free hand to wipe it away, before he stared down at the floor. It took me a minute to understand what he was trying to say, and when I did: I felt like pure shit and filth. "I know I can't give you sex right now and I can't stop being upset b-but—"
"Harry.." I cut him off and cupped his cheeks, but his eyes remained closed. My brows furrowed slightly as I watched tears roll down his red cheeks, past his thick eyelashes and then onto the back of his hand. It was such a fractured, but pretty sight to set my gaze on.

"I don't want just sex from you, and I don't want you to think that the only reason I brought you into my home was for that reason. Okay?" I whispered reassuringly, stroking his cheek. "And I don't know what sick bastard would.. Violate people against their will just to feel power and satisfaction, but I can assure you that I didn't at all benefit from seeing you so sad today, Harry. It killed me."

After a few more stray tears, Harry looked up at me and wiped his face. Silence remained in the air for a few minutes as he recuperated his thoughts and feelings— and instead of talking, I felt him cup my cheek, and firmly press our lips together.
At first I was taken by surprise at his sudden action, but I didn't stop him. Hell no, why the hell would I stop him? His thick lips felt so soft— a little salty from his tears— but soft, and plump. His soft hands felt like silk against my heated cheeks and the curls that tickled my face gave me shivers. My mind went blank, and I couldn't process anything. The only thing I was focused on was Harry, and how I didn't want to mess this moment up for us.

After a few minutes of tongue-less snogging, Harry pulled off. His face was completely red but at least he held a little half smile and didn't look saddened anymore. "I believe you." Is all he whispered to me, before he looked back at his hands and started fiddling with his shirt. A toothy smile creeped onto my lips and I had to bite my lip to contain how good I felt. I felt like a giddy school girl who just had her first kiss in primary school.

"Come here, beautiful. Let me hold you. Just tell me what's comfortable for you," I laid back against my pillows and opened my arms for the smaller boy, who gave me a smile and laid down against my chest. "No lower than my hips, please," Harry requested as his eyes fluttered shut. I took his words into my brain and then wrapped my arms around his waist, rubbing at his lower back soothingly. We laid like that for a while. Until he was sound asleep and curled up against me, and I was left to process my thoughts and everything I learned about him tonight. I felt some sort of emptiness whenever I thought of anyone hurting him, but I guess that I fell into that category, so I can't say much... All I can do is make up for the bad days with more good days, and that's what I intend to do.