Oblivion- Larry AU

2.

The next morning, Harry was the first of the two up, and he noticed something on Louis’ hip as he rubbed subtle circles with his thumbs. He felt raised and bumpy skin. He pulled off the covers and he put his hands over his mouth as he sobbed violently. All over Louis’ hips, stomach and thighs were scars, many of them. Some were raised higher than the others, telling Harry how deep and how old they were. Louis had rolled over in his sleep and was now on his back, exposing everything for Harry to see.

And that was when he noticed there were fresh cuts; they were angry red and irritated. They barely had a scab on them. He continued crying and soon, Louis woke up. His eyes went wide when he realized what Harry had discovered.

“I’m sorry,” Louis whispered as he covered himself up with the covers and Harry just shook his head.

“Why?”

“Excuse me?” Louis looked up from where his fingers were pulling at the strings hanging off the blanket.

“Why? Why did you do that to yourself?” Harry whispered and Louis just pulled the covers tighter around him.

“Because people love to make my life a living hell. Day in and day out, constant torment and abuse; it was the only thing that kept me sane,” he spoke as he played with a few loose threads on the blanket.

“Why are there fresh ones? Why!?” Harry’s voice raised an octave; he sounded scarier since his voice cracked from the heavy crying.

“I don’t know, it was when I found the alcohol. Everything came back, all the abuse, emotional and physical, the torment from bullies. I just wanted everything stop. You weren’t home and I didn’t want to worry you. I didn’t want to put this all onto you. I coped with it the only way that I have been able to do since I was fifteen.”

“You should have come to me, I would have helped you. You have helped me so much; it wouldn’t have been too much of a hassle for me to help you. You should have known that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, but next time I will talk you through it. I will talk you out of trying to do anything.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t do it to kill myself.”

“I didn’t even ask that.”

“But, you were thinking it.”

They didn’t speak for a few minutes until Harry spoke up. “Come on, let’s get those cleaned up,” He rolled out of the bed and picked up Louis, who protested but then nuzzled into his chest after Harry shushed him with a nice long, deep kiss.

He set him on the counter and Louis showed him the fresh cuts. Harry got out the peroxide and cotton. He went to the bath and turned on the water. “But first, let’s take a bath.”

Louis slapped Harry because he knew the reference that he was getting at. They both laughed and Harry got in front of Louis, putting both arms on each side of him. He pressed his forehead against Louis’ before he went and started to kiss from Louis’ left collar bone, up his neck and right onto his lips. The kiss soon turned hot and heavy and they were already bare, so it was only a matter of time before they would have done something like this.

He reached down and grabbed Louis’ shaft and pumped him to complete hardness. He let him go and Louis whined into his mouth. Harry broke the kiss before he turned off the water. He got in and started to subtly pump himself. He looked to Louis, who had his eyes locked onto his hand, and motioned for him to come over. He jumped off the counter and ploped onto Harry’s lap.

He surged forward and kissed Harry hard. He was still stretched out from last night, and he slowly eased himself onto Harry’s shaft. Louis was soon riding Harry with all that he could muster.