(A/N I just want to say I don't like violence and I think that any parent who beats their kid should go to jail so before you get upset at this chapter just know it does have slight abuse or heavy abuse idk what's considered slight or heavily abuse regardless abuse is bad so yea!! If you don't like that I suggest not reading this if it's a touchy subject! Read with caution if you are going to read it but Anyways let's get this on with it)
Harry left Zayn's office feeling weird. He didn't want to be there so he left. He misses Louis and he wanted to talk to him again. He wishes that he could maybe visit Louis and that he didn't have to be gone for so long.
After he got home he went up to his room and closed the door. He didn't want to be bothered he wanted to sit in his room and just draw and maybe think about Louis.
He misses him... A lot. Louis wasn't the best of people he had his flaws of course but he was Harry's only friend he was the only one who actually wanted to talk to Harry and be there for him.
His dad wants to be there but it feels like his mom is slowly giving up. So that night he lays in bed and just thinks, thinks about the time Louis gave him a hug and the time Louis kissed his cheek and the time Louis wanted to kiss him but Harry wasn't to sure about that one. He wasn't sure if he should be letting someone else touch him like that. He doesn't understand that a grown man should be touching you like that. At the time Harry was only 16 when he started to see Louis and he felt like you should only kiss and let someone touch you when you love them and Harry didn't love Louis.
Not like his mom and dad love each other. But more like a kid loves their dog kind of love.
His parents have talked to him about sex and all that stuff and how you don't let anyone touch you in your private parts but when he's laying in bed he can't help but wonder what it would feel like for someone to kiss him on the lips.
He wonders how it feels when someone touches you in your private parts. And that's how Louis comes to mind. Louis would always tickle him on his lower belly and if his hand happened to slip next to Harry's private parts he wouldn't tell. He liked when Louis would "accidentally" touch Harrys privet part because he didn't understand that it was bad to do that, or how if he was showing something to Harry at his desk that when Harry would look over it he could feel Louis hand gripping his bum and Harry would feel this to weird feeling in his belly
So right now Harry is thinking about this. About all the times that Louis touched him and Harry knows he shouldn't be thinking about it but he does and he likes the feeling in his belly.
He runs both of his hands over his belly. He smiles imagining it's Louis hands and he giggles because he feels like Louis is actually tickling him. He moves his hands lower so that they are over his boxer and he frowns a bit. Should he put his hands down there or is it bad?
'Do it Harry'
"But it's bad" he whispers to himself
'It will feel so good I promise'
"Okay" he whispers. He slides his hands into his boxers but just keeps them there. He doesn't know what to do? He's never done this before.
'Touch your private part Harry'
"Mommy said not to" he whimpers
'Its okay Harry I promise'
"Okay" he grabs his private part in his hands and just holds it
'Move your hands Harry, up and down'
He listens and moves his hands up and down on his manhood. He doesn't know what it is but he likes this feeling he likes his hands feeling the skin down there, he's enjoying it.
'Faster!'
Harry moves faster
'Keep going!!'
He keeps going
'Faster Harry your almost there!!!'
"AHHH I'm almost there" he moans out loudly
' keep going Harry don't stop don't do it!!!!'
He keeps going as his door swings open and his mother looks at him with disgust in here eyes and disappointment shows over her face
'DONT YOU DARE STOP HARRY DONT YOU DO IT!!!!!'
"AHHH I won't stop" he moans
"HARRY STOP THIS RIGHT NOW YOU LISTEN TO ME AND STOP RIGHT NOW" his mother yells
'DONT HARRY YOURE SO CLOSE, ALMOST THERE COME ON'
"Almost there " he moans and he cums all over this hands and that's when his mother flips
"YOU DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT! HOW DARE YOU DO THAT IN MY HOUSE!!"
Slap!
Right across the face
Slap!
Right on the bum
Slap!
Right in his stomach
Black eye, bruises, scars, aching, pain. And it's over as she walks out of the room her knuckles full of blood.
'You did so good Harry I'm so proud of you'
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ASDFGHJKL idk I'm sorry I love Anne I promise it's just here well idk yet she's weird
Naughty Harry ;)
Who do you think that extra voice is?
How was it? Idk if I liked this chapter the next one is kind of fluffy is a way so yay :) if I'm making mistakes just leave it i will correct myself after okay just bare with it till I fix it :)
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Mirage || Zarry
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