Treat You Better (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 9

When Harry laid next to a sleeping Jace, things just felt worse. The walls around him felt as if it was closing in on him and he couldn't just handle it at all.

He left Louis place happy, but he saw Jace and his mood suddenly just got sucked out of his body. It was common now, but he tries his best to figure out ways where he can just make the best of every bad situation.

But then he thought back to what Louis had said earlier. Was he right? Harry was taught his whole life that pleasing people was the best way to go. He wanted everyone to like him, but no matter how hard he tried, he was the one always ending up hurt.

He still tries though. He lets people take advantage of him because in the end, he would look back and think he did the right thing. This wasn't the case anymore.

It's just up to the point where Harry would let Jace use him as some sex toy. He was laid limbed on the bed with bruises littered around his body. His thighs were stinging as he tried moving himself off the bed and away from Jace. His hole was burning and sensitive because Jace didn't go easy today.

His stomach had some dried blood of Jace's nails and some bruised fingerprints left there. He felt disgusting. But he still managed to find the good that was left in Jace.

No matter how much shit Harry's put through, he can never be mad. And it's pathetic, but Harry had always taught himself that all life is precious and nobody deserves to be angry despite everything.

Harry slowly got up from the bed and made his way towards the bathroom where he will be scrubbing the shame off of him. He could hear Jace's snores from the bedroom to the bathroom, but he turned on the shower head.

He was already naked, so he didn't bother wasting anytime to enter the shower that was still cold. He shivered, but he grabbed the flannel that was on the ground. He ignored the pain that was evident, no longer bothered by it.

The water started to get warm as Harry poured some body wash on the flannel. It wasn't his vanilla scented one, but it would have to do for now. He roughly scrubbed his body raw until his skin turned a really dark red.

He felt his eyes prickled with tears, but he convinced himself that it was just the water droplets that would constantly hit his face. His body was shaking violently as he felt the hot water hit on his body. Everything seemed so bad for the lad now, but when was it ever right for him?

He kept thinking about his lonely mum who's at home probably wondering when his son will show up for dinner, or his sister who keeps calling him and asking why he isn't calling anymore. His mind was then brought back to his dad when he first laid a hand on Harry in a disgusting way.

He could almost feel his rough hands on Harry's body as he begged for him to stop. He didn't though.

Harry roughly turned off the shower head and wrapped a towel around his torso. His head was pounding as he tried calming his breaths. The vapor from the steam was roaming the whole bathroom, hitting Harry's face as he desperately gasped for air.

He managed to unlock the door and swing it open. The steam slowly vanished as his wet feet stepped out of the bathroom floor and to the hallway.

He made his ways towards the hallway closet, where his clothes were slowly coming and not going as it should be. He pulled out a fresh clean pair of panties and some sweats and a pink shirt his mum got him for Christmas. It was the first gift he got from his mum when he told her that he finds interest in women clothing.

He made his way towards the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets until he found some pain killers to ease down the pain and the bruising he has.