Hatred + Sex = Love (AU/Larry Stylinson)

High On Harry

Chapter 8: High On Harry

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Harry Styles was freaking out to put it simply. He barely could understand what had happened in that room. The only way he could describe it was by using the word beautiful. It was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to him. So beautiful, so real, so amazing, and so, so very wrong. At least that was what Harry knew he was supposed to be feeling. Expect the wrong part of it all still wasn’t registering in his mind. If anything, it felt the complete opposite of wrong. It felt so right and so fucking good.

After several hours of pacing back and forth Harry couldn’t handle it anymore. He needed to forget it, he needed to forget it all. He left his flat and ran in the dark streets. It was 3 A.M and everyone in the city was probably sleeping for the most part. The only sounds were Harry’s feet hitting the ground, his heavy panting, and the occasional rush of a car driving by. Harry ran until he reached the flat he was looking for. He slammed his palm against the door repeatedly until eventually a not-so-happy looking Liam swung the door open. Immediately the hard look across Liam’s face melted when he saw the disheveled look of his friend. He ushered Harry inside before closing the door and turning around to face him. Liam didn’t say a word, he just waited for Harry to start talking.

”Kiss me.” Harry demanded.

“What?”

“Kiss me now Liam!” Harry shouted.

“Harry I don’t even li-“Liam started but he was cut-off by Harry, who pushed him against the wall.

“Oh shut it Liam. You’ve kissed Zayn before, multiple times!”

“Harry! That was in high school, we were being idiots. I’m over that. I assure you I haven’t thought about kissing a guy ever since.”

“And I have never thought about kissing a guy.” Harry lied before slamming his lips against Liam’s not-so-compliant ones.

Liam Payne didn’t push him away. It wasn’t that Liam wanted to kiss him, but he could feel that Harry needed this. Liam stood there and let Harry kiss him. He even moved his lips slightly along with Harry’s. He didn’t mind really. Liam knew what he liked and what he didn’t like…so kissing Harry wasn’t an issue. The issue that Liam was having was, why was Harry doing this?

Harry kissed him hard. He was waiting for the feeling of disgust to kick in. He was waiting for the feeling of how wrong it was to fill him.

But it never did.

No matter how Harry kissed Liam it felt nothing but nice. Even when he managed to release a moan from the boy he had pushed against the wall, he felt nothing along the lines of disgust. But once Liam moaned an emotion filled Harry that caused him to let go of Liam like he was a burning cup. Harry was filled with guilt, the bitter feeling of betrayal. Why was he even feeling guilty in the first place? Louis was nothing to him. At least that’s what Harry wanted himself to feel, he wanted Louis to mean nothing to him.

Harry just couldn’t handle everything anymore. He fell to the ground, brought his knees to his chest, and curled up into a ball. No tears were flowing down his cheeks, but the way his shoulders shook and the way he was fighting to stay quiet could only mean one thing. He was crying.

“Harry, what happened Harry? Please tell me.” Liam kneeled down next to Harry extending out an arm to comfort him.

Harry merely shook his head in response. There’s no way he could tell Liam. He wanted to feel ashamed of himself. He didn’t want to solve any problems. But then again, maybe he should tell Liam. That way someone could yell at him and tell him what a disgusting creature he is.