SMUT AS(s) FUCK

Mirrors

By:purpleumbrella

Words: 1892

Summary:
Louis is sad and Harry helps

Work:
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They sit on the bed together, Louis sitting between Harry’s lap, silent tears running down both of their faces. Harry’s fingers caressing Louis wrist, his thumb rubbing over the scars that he can reach. Blood on his fingers multiplying.

Louis hums, mindlessly, in Harry’s lap. Harry rocks them both on the bed in their two person dormitory. Louis leans back into his chest, hoping that Harry wouldn’t be mad. But little did he know harry was just scared.

"I’m so sorry, Haz. I’m so sorry." Louis whispers repeatedly into the air.

He turns around to Harry, tears have ceased, just sad and regret in his eyes. Harry just hugs him close, not completely ready to talk. Louis just lays into Harry’s touch, not speaking yet.

Silence fills the air for many minutes, Louis’ regret filling the air mostly. But he pulls away from Harry. Needing to talk now. Harry scoots back to the headboard of the bed, puts his back against it, and pulls Louis to sit cross legged in front of him.

"Boo.-" he clears his throat, trying not to tear up again, “Why’d you do it again? Baby, what happened?"

Louis looks down, but Harry catches his head before he can look fully down. Harry looks intensely into Louis eyes, and somehow Louis understands.

"Okay. Okay." Louis shakes his head to clear his thoughts “They’re calling me the names again. They’re telling me that I’m not good enough, that I never will be for anythi—" Harry waves his hands in the air.

"Why do you listen? Why? You have me. You’re more than good enough. You’re my other half." Harry says full hearted.

"You’ve never been called fat, you haven’t had people pull at your fat in the front of your UNI class, you haven’t been called ‘the-fag-who-dosent-even-have-a-boyfriend’, you haven’t hated yourself so much that you could think ‘maybe I don’t need to be here anymore. It won’t matter if I just leave.’ You haven’t be done." Louis was breathing heavy now, spit coming out with words, shaking from fear and anger.

Harry pulls Louis in by his fore arms and hugs him close “I really need to show you how much you really mean to me, how hot you really are, how much of assholes your class are."

Louis leans back out of the hug and pulls his sleeves down, but Harry pulls them back up. Harry looks Louis in the eye and leans down. He kisses his lady wrist twenty-six time for each cut, then moves to the right wrist and kisses nineteen times for each scar.

Louis looks lovingly down at Harry and takes his hoodie off, not needing to hide in front of his boyfriend.

Harry scoots off of the bed and pulls Louis by his hand to get up. Louis follows Harry to the bathroom in their dorm. He stood Louis’ 5"7 stature in fronting his 6"1 stature. Louis smiles to himself and looks down.

Harry picks up his chin and makes him look in the mirror. He crosses his arms over Louis’ torso and pulls his shirt over his head. Louis puts his arms in front of him, but Harry takes them away. Harry bends down, Louis still facing the sinks mirror, and pulls down his Nike basketball shorts. Louis just looks confused.

Harry stands back up and starts.

"I love your hair"—he tugs at the strands on top of his boyfriends head—“I love to pull on it while I press you into the headboard." Harry chuckles deeply, and kisses Louis’ head.