Can I dip? | Larry Stylinson

Sixty

*buzz* *buzz*

Harry stirs awake, his phone vibrating on his face, since he fell asleep with it beside him. He groans and opens his phone, immediately closing his eyes shut once the bright light of the phone seemingly blinds him.

He blinks it back open and clicks on the message icon.

4:30 am

Sent by Niall 🍀

Fuuuuuck, we got delayed! We'll be returning in a day this is bullshiteeee

This made Harry want to cry. As much as he loves Tom, he most definitely wants his best mates back. Don't get him wrong, Tom makes him happy, but not all the time, and that's why he needs his friends to be there for him when THAT time comes.

And now he's left alone again for another day, to sleep and reflect on his actions. He just can't wait for the people who he can finally talk to. It's hard being alone when you need someone to be there for you the most.

He rolls on his back and pulls the blanket up to his neck, staring at the ceiling sleepily. Dealing with this whole "Tom getting upset" thing is hard. He doesn't know how to fix it. Tom is already disappointed, not once, but already twice or even thrice. Hardy sighs, he doesn't even remember at this point.

He just wishes he could be better this time. A better boyfriend. Yeah, maybe he should be one—

And that's why he's clicking on Tom's contact, messaging him.

4:48 am

Hi babe, I'm so sorry for being such a pain in the arse. Come over? I'll make it up to you. I promise.

Harry types, biting his lower lip. Will he reply? He probably will. He's always awake at this time because of...his job? Probably for other reasons—anyway

Harry sends the message, 10 minutes later he receives a reply.

4:58

Sent by T ❤️

Kadhhd kdm hi i ma pissd rmd

Ndj

Gibberish. Huh. Guess his baby cousin played with his phone again, Harry figures. It's what Tom always says. What kind of baby is even awake at nearly 5 am in the morning? Well, babies do have weird sleeping schedules, Harry can't deny that.

Since Tom isn't available, Harry decides to just sleep it off, and do it the next morning. He just hopes tomorrow brings good news.

-

Harry wakes up with the sound of the alarm clock falling off of the bedside table. He stirs awake, rolling over to the side to pick it up—

But a body hinders him to do so. He pulls off the blanket and sees Tom under the sheets, naked. Harry widens his eyes and without thinking, shakes Tom awake with his clammy hands.

"Tom—Tom, wake up." Harry says, still shaking his boyfriend continuously, until he slowly blinks up and moans. "W-what?" He opens his eyes and once his vision adjusts on Harry, he tsks and rolls over to the other side of the bed. "What is it—I'm trying to sleep." He mumbles, covering his face with a pillow.

"What time did you come home last night?" Harry asks, playing with the hem of his shirt.

Tom groans, "I don't know? 4am? I was pissed. I wouldn't know."

Harry protectively holds himself. Did Tom do anything to him? Without consent?

"Did we—did you do anything to me while I was sleeping?" Harry's voice quiver as he feels his body turn cold.

"I don't know—let me sleep." He answers lazily, not really interested.

Harry frowns, "You're naked and—" he looks around the bed, seeing dried cum.

"There's—there's dry cum—"

Tom cuts him off by sitting up, his face completely irritated. "For fuck's sake, Harry. Why the fuck would it be a big deal if we fucked?" He snaps, his jaw clenching.

Harry's lower lip starts to wobble, "But I didn't know—"

"Just get over it! I'm going back to sleep." Tom announces, angrily slamming back into the mattress. "And you're lucky that I probably even topped." He grumbles under the blanket.

Harry is now crying. Get over it? How is he supposed to get over it when he wasn't even conscious when he—violated him.

He feels mistreated. Badly mistreated. How can he blame Tom though? He's rarely getting any action. Harry thinks that he's lucky enough that Tom hasn't even thought of cheating on him yet. Harry wipes his tears away and walks to the bathroom. He slowly approaches the mirror, gripping the counter.

He breathes in and out. He observes himself a bit, then he goes out of the bathroom and back into the bed to cuddle Tom. Harry smiles. Tom didn't do anything wrong, he claims. He just wanted relief and he got it. There's nothing wrong about not asking for actual permission sometimes. Harry totally understands.

Okay, fine—It's wrong, but what is he gonna do? Break up with him? No. Never, he loves him too much. Besides, it's just a little couple problem. Nothing a classic couple therapy couldn't solve.

Perhaps he can hide a bit of pain? Yes. It's a better option, and until it's not needed to be shown, he's going to keep the pain locked away in a chest deep in his heart. It's always the best method, Harry claims—

But he guesses that he might confront Tom about this sooner or later, right now might not be the right time though.

His phone lights up, meaning a message was sent. He picks it up and sees it's Niall.

Looool the flight has been recheduled! Turns out we can arrive at like 6pm. Wanna pick us up and eat at Nando's after?

Harry scrambles up, checking the time, 10:34 am. Oh. Well he has a lot of time left. He frowns and sits back down.

-

Harry squeezes his eyes shut as he releases all the food that he consumed from yesterday, gripping the toilet seat. "Frick—"

He pants. His vomiting getting worse as time passes by. He dizzily stands up and groans. He limps over to the bedside to get his phone, carefully, because Tom is still asleep. He needs a doctor.

Doctor Stevenson •

Good morning Charles! I hope I'm not disturbing you or anything. Hehe. I've been having a bug in my stomach. I was wondering if I could set up an appointment with you to have it checked out. It surely is a BUG, haha. I'll be waiting for your reply sir! X

Harry hits send and breathes in deeply. He hopes it's not that vital or it's really gonna mess him up. He hates getting sick. It's a horrible feeling—especially if it's..life threatening or something.