You and I (boyxboy)

Chapter 5

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Harry's spine arched and twisted. He'd rather be on fire. He watched as Luke transfigured trying to keep his own mind off the pain.

Louis was larger than Luke which was shocking.

It's normal.

Louis spoke in Harry's mind and Louis looked into his eyes. He was teleported into a world of sadness and confusion.

Flashback*

Louis sat crouched on the floor of his own bathroom, covered in blood and filth. His eyes puffy, throat swollen, face sticky, side effects of crying.

At the age of sixteen he used to be happy, Zander gave him just that, happiness. However, that happiness was short lived.

Zander began beating him and would apologize right after it happened but he didn't mean it.

He was just and idiotic, rogue werewolf that had stolen Louis heart, crushed it, glued it back together, and painfully taken out small pieces little by little.

Zander was captivating. One of his eyes were emerald green, the other a shining bronze. His eyes were glued in his eyelids and painted in the walls that surrounded him.

A soft knock on the door and Louis trembled. He knew who it was.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, it wasn't my place to say all those things. I'm so stupid. But it's all for you. You know that. Right baby?"

Louis didn't want to love him. He didn't want to sit there. He was suppressed by his fears.

"Come on Princess, lets get you cleaned up."

*end flashback*

Louis had been in that same situation numerous times. He was stuck in a grave.

Harry was in obvious discomfort. His teeth bared, ears flat against his head. The memory of the pain would always make him cringe.

Harry finally saw what Louis looked like.

Louis had grey/black patches mixed with his hair color, chestnut brown. It reminded Harry of the half brownies half cookies they used to make at the bakery he worked at when he was 16. Being now 19 Harry long since regretted growing older, until now.

What are you staring at? What do I look like?

Beautiful. Absolutely stunning.

Luke was attempting to ignore there conversation, but failing miserably.

I'll leave you to it then. When you wake up you might not remember much, but enjoy the country.

A few swift flicks of the tail and Luke was bounding into the tree line.

Harry's neck began to burn, with sizzling and sickening sounds.

A flash of grey and the pain subsided.

Your necklace it's silver. I dunno why it didn't burn you before.

Harry looked at the paper airplane necklace in despair. He really loved it.

I've got a hiding spot in the woods are you interested?

Why not?

I've got clothes hidden so we won't have to walk back stark nude.