The Sweetest Boy | l.s ✔️

-19-

"Listen, you're not free. You can't do whatever you want." Blaze says as he holds Harry's hair in his tight grip. Blaze once again, has showed up unannounced to Harry's job. Harry has been avoiding him, with everything else going on, he couldn't have Blaze questioning his every move. "I think it would be best if you move back in with me. I can't have you doing.. god knows what." He growls in Harry's ear, Harry whimpers and just decided not to fight back. Blaze is the one man Harry never fights back, which is stupid, blaze is muscular and taller, but Harry could defend himself against anyone.

"I can't, Blaze." Harry whimpers out, feeling his hair being ripped out. Blaze started to laugh tauntingly.

"You really think you have a choice?" Blaze asked seriously after a few seconds of bitter laughter. Harry stayed quiet, not knowing what to say but he needs to think of something because he can't leave Louis, not again. He doesn't think Louis can take anymore of him disappearing.

"Fine." Harry said in defeat.

"That's my boy. You have some work to do." Blaze smiles and lets go of Harry's hair finally, making Harry sigh in relief. "Grab your stuff and lets go." Blaze says as he takes some of Harry's tip money, from his dancing, off his table. Harry gave him the most evil, disgusted, hatred look, he's had enough.

For years this man has abused him and made his drug habit worse, he regrets the first 'hello' they shared, he regrets the first time their eyes met. All he wants now is for him to be gone from his life, forever.  Harry turns away, when blaze looked at him, to grab his bag. Blaze's face overcame with suspicion for a second before stuffing the money in his pocket.

"Lets go, baby." Blaze says to Harry, brushing his hand on Harry's back to push him out the door. Harry's face was straight and cold as he left the club, Zayn looked back when they walked past, seeing blaze made him sick. Zayn shakes his head in disappointment as he walked back to get undressed.

Later that night, blaze had another party, one of those sex parties that many men come to, pay for sex, make them do their wildest fantasies, than leave. Harry hasn't been to one of these parties in months, not since he started messing with Louis seriously. But he had to do it for this one last time, he enters the apartment and sees his old roommates. Some were female and some were male, very wide range of looks.

Harry was then pushed into the bathroom, thrown a skanky dress and drugs. Blaze slams the door and says he has ten minutes to get ready, the men were already waiting for him. Harry looked at his reflection in the mirror, he began to makeup on from his bag. Just touching up what he already had on from the club. He looks at the slutty dress and rolls his eyes, tired of dressing like a woman, tired of being treated as if he was some sort of freak. Harry hates cross dressing but it's become who he is, it's become his staple.

Harry looks at the drugs that were given to him, while putting on his heels, he won't be needing those tonight. No, he will be facing this sober, a fear he's had for two years since the incident that blaze let happen to him. It was at a party like one of these, Harry wasn't sober, he drank a little but no drugs. He didn't think that the men would be so sick and disgusting with their fantasies. He ended up being whipped, strangled, foreign objects being stuck inside him while he was tied down, beaten badly, multiple men in him at once, and so much more torturous things that pains him to think about. Is he ready to face a sex party without drugs, no, but he's going to do it this one last time and make sure blaze is gone forever. Free himself and those girls and boys. Harry throws the baggie in the toilet and flushes it, he will just have to act high.

Harry fixes his hair one last time, then he opens the door, acting loopy and walks out. Seeing how many men were there made flashes of traumatic things, but he will just have to face it head on, this is what has to be done. He sucks it up and walks over to the couch where blaze and other men were sitting. Harry tried to make his eyes look droopy, and just overall seem not there. The men surrounding blaze and Harry immediately noticed the sinful looking boy and wanted to ruin him. They were prostitutes already all over the men, trying to impress, dancing on them, kissing on them but they always end up being more interested in Harry. And Harry will never understand why everyone is so attracted to him, it's like he brings out the worst sickest thoughts in people. And he could see their thirst and hunger for him.