𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤|𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

two

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school was going well for the boys until break time, they were walking down the corridor when a particularly annoying boy waltzed last and said "oi fags, i heard gays are made by hating your father, same for lesbos and their mums", he laughed and carried on walking.

louis squeezed harry's hand but it was too late, tears were already running down his neck, he whispered something and ran. louis guessed he was going to the toilets so he walked after him, he didn't want to cause too much of a scene by running as well. he could see harry in front of him still running, pulling at his skirt every few second and trying to weave in and out of the crowds of children with out touching any of them.

the whole thing was heart breaking. louis' eyes filled with tears at the sight.

when he got in the bathroom he could hear harry whimpering in the end stall.

"haz? love? it's me let me in", he announced.
he heard a sniffle and the lock slid open shakily and slowly. he pushed the door open to reveal harry sat on the toilet seat, face covered in tears, nose and eyes red and puffy. and the noises he was making. that was the most heartbreaking, he was squeaking and whimpering and he just sounded so fucking scared.

louis crouched in front of him and wiped his eyes, he kissed his forehead and pulled him into a hug.

"it'll be okay bub, only a few months left until we can leave, they don't understand, they're just making fun of what they don't understand. i bet he's jealous that you're prettier than him", he whispered, giggling trying to lighten the mood.

"m not pretty lou don't say that"

"sorry haz, i meant i think you're pretty, from my point of view, from where i'm sat and as far as my eyes work, you're the prettiest thing on he planet. in the universe even.", louis exclaimed.

harry smiled slightly, but he still didn't believe him, he just liked louis, he couldn't help but smile when he was around.

when he'd calmed down, and louis had cracked too many bad jokes, they left the toilets and made their way to their next lesson, still hand in hand. everyone knew they weren't in a relationship, but they were stupid kids so of course they still poked fun. but it would never ever stop the boys from skipping around school together with their fingers interlocked, harry with his tights on and louis with his pink sweater. louis didn't care, or that's what he presented, so sometimes if he was lucky it would rub off on harry, it had more and more over the years.

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when harry got home that evening his father was waiting for him by the kitchen door.
"harry baby, i missed you this morning, louis took up all our time"

"please daddy i've had a bad day", harry mumbled.

he knew he should've told louis today. he said he was strong, so why wasn't he acting like it? he fucking knew he wouldn't be able to do it. it's been 10 years, would he ever be able to get away from his dad?

"all the more reason babe, i'll make you feel good", he grinned evilly. and harry knew there was absolutely no way of getting out of this.

he walked slowly up the stairs, dragging his bag behind him, bouncing it off each step he climbed. he could hear his father following behind him, he squeezed his eyes shut tight, maybe in the hopes that when he opened them he'd be at school, or in bed waking up from a nightmare, that never happened though.

whilst his father was apparently "pleasuring" his son, all he could think about was louis. how he wished he would come knocking on his bedroom door to hang out and save him. he stared at the door the whole time, trying to keep his vomit and tears at bay by just focusing on the door.

"just open for fuck sake", was all he was thinking.

but that doesn't happen either you see. it never happens. what really happened was harry willed himself to orgasm so he could get his father's slimy hands off him and out of his bedroom. when he left he cried, he cried until he decided to search up what he could do about what was happening to him.

he wasn't fucking weak for not telling anyone, yeah it had been happening for a decade, but he'd only decided yesterday to tell someone, and that doesn't happen over night. he knows that now.

he sighed pulling his laptop open, as it was turning on he got changed into something prettier. what he was wearing wasn't pretty anymore, it was tainted, like him.

he had no clue what he was looking for. he'd searched stuff like this before, like in primary school when he googled "why does my daddy touch me in my private's", on a school computer. that annoyed harry a bit, not that he was hoping a teacher would see, but after looking back on the whole thing it made him slightly angry. he was only 9, the school said because they we minors they had a teacher to check the search history of every computer after school to make sure they weren't watching porn or something, there was only 6 computers anyway. you would've thought that a teacher would've noticed that search and done something to help the boy. but here he was 7 years on and they hadn't contacted home yet. the same teachers didn't even work there. it was a joke.

a life threatening fucking joke.

so there he was, sat criss crossed on his bed in front of his laptop, thinking about ways he could word what he was trying to say.

he decided to just go with "dad sex with son", he bit down hard on his bottom lip as he clicked "search" watching the screen load. the first thing that popped up was porn, it made harry want to throw his laptop across the room.

under it he found the wikipedia for "forms of child abuse", when he was reading it he found out his father could go to jail for life. that meant if he told someone, he'd be safe. forever. he'd never have to worry about his father getting out and finishing what he started, that's something that had always stopped harry.

he was slightly upset at himself for never thinking of searching the prison sentences, it would've saved him a lot of pain. but then again, so would his dad being a normal guy, but that didn't happen either, so harry couldn't blame himself.

he called louis, they'd usually be on the phone by now, he had a hint of real happiness in his voice this time, he couldn't wait for louis' reaction.

"hey haz, you okay?"
"yeah i'm really good, how are you louis?", he said, giggling in the process.
"what are you so happy about bub?", louis chimed, sounding very happy himself too.
they stayed on the phone until 3am when harry fell asleep.

they were so happy they had each other.