Honestly, It's Always Rainbows (boyxboy)

HIAR: Chapter Five

Honestly, It’s Always Rainbows! : Chapter Five

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Dedication goes to TravisJackson: Who has a really good Big Time Rush boyxboy story, that you all should go and check out. :) Plus, he is a sound kid.

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WARNING: This chapter includes rape of an underage minor; if any of this offends you or brings up unwanted emotions, please do not read. I am not set out to upset you, I do not wish for this to bring up horrible feelings or thoughts with you. It’s not descriptive though, if that makes you more comfortable, it is just a mention of it.

Louis’s P.O.V.:

            Two weeks have past since Harry gave me Piglet, two weeks have past since we talked, and it’s been two weeks of me still being in love with Harry. I wanted Harry to come up to me and talk to me, I wanted to see his face more than the few minutes I get during shows and practices. It was weird, not seeing someone you were in love with, it was weird waiting for him to come to me. I was waking up to let Piglet outside to us the bathroom when I noticed a note taped to my door.

            ‘Lou,

I don’t want to tell you my story but if it means I get you back, then I am going to do it. I don’t like rooming with Ed, he doesn’t understand about my nightmares, he doesn’t understand me at all…Meet me in the Big Top when everyone is asleep, see you then.

            Harry.’

            The note made me slightly happy, knowing that Harry was now swilling to tell me his story, that he wanted to come back to my RV. After both Stan and Piglet were asleep, I quietly walked out of the caravan and into the big top, to see Harry sitting on the bleachers. “Your going to be honest with me, right, Harry? Your going to honestly tell me your back story, so I can understand why you felt the need to have sex with someone in my bed..”

            “I want to go back to my home, Louis, which is a caravan with you.”

            “Then start, Harry, I am all ears and will not disturb you.” I said as I sat on the floor by his feet, ready to listen to his story, ready to know more about the man I was in love with.

            “I didn’t live an easy life, Lou, it was far from how you lived but you want to know and I want to be forgiven…”

--Harry’s Story told in Harry’s P.O.V.—

            My life started out great, I had a mother and a father (An older sister too but Gemma isn’t really important in this story, since she was gone, living on her own), both of them loving me with every fiber of their beings or that’s how it was in the beginning. My mum worked at a tiny boutique, mostly for fun but she had went to university for nursing, and my father worked as a computer guy, we were well off. My happy family story ends when I turned twelve though, my father started drinking, every chance he got a bottle of whiskey would be against his lips. Soon, the happy man I had grown up with was an empty vessel of the creature, which started raising me. It was hard on my mum, she had to go out and get a real job because my father’s income was not enough to cover all the bills, plus his drinking habit. Slowly, my father starting skipping out on work to go drink all day and before long, he got fired, meaning he was angry. He needed an outlet for his anger, drinking wasn’t cutting it anymore and that’s, when he turned to me.

            It was summer holiday and like I said, I was twelve, young but aware of everything, that was going on around me. My mum had picked up the night shift at the hospital, where she had been working at for a few months now, leaving me alone with my drunken father. It had been like any other day, I ate dinner, showered and was heading to bed, when my door opened. My father staggered into my room, crawling over my bed until he was on top of me, over the duvet. “You love daddy, right Harry? You’d do anything to make daddy proud because you’re a good boy, right?” He slurred out as he rubbed his cheek against my curly hair, he reeked of alcohol and his eyes were blood shot, I nodded my head nonetheless. “That’s right because your daddy’s little boy…” My father was straddling me, he leaned up and so he was sitting up. Before my eyes, he started to unbutton and unzip his trousers, wiggling out of them until he was on in his pants. At twelve I knew all about sex, I knew about erections, I knew about masturbation, I had even been on the receiving end of a hand-job already. I knew when I saw the front of my father, the reason he had came into my room, the reason he was showering me with complaints…The was the first night my father raped me, he tied my hands together with a belt and continued even with my screams of pure torture. When he was done using me, he threw me into the bathtub and forced me to bathe again, this time washing the blood and semen off me. When I was done, he threatened me, I was not to tell anyone unless I wanted to die.