Is it wrong...If I love you? (SalxLarry)

Chapter 20- You're Smiling...Why?

Haii! Only me again, I just wanted to say that you lot are all (well most unless you've wronged me lol) beautiful, amazing people and I wish you all so much luck in everything you do. You are worth everything and you should never have to put up with the worlds shit but you do and I'm proud of you for it! I started writing at 3am bitches!!  3 espressos and 2 energy drinks have gone into this so I apologise for weird ideas and/or crappy writing (pulled an all nighter for this, it's 9am and I haven't slept).

 Also, I've put a message thing up asking for ideas and proposing a few I've had myself. I want my stories to start being read again so your input really does help. And I know that this story is going to do much but it has been entered into the Wattys2019. I know it's never going to win anything but a little publicity can't hurt right? That's all for now! Baii!!  >.<

Trigger warnings are definitely in place for this one for many reasons, you've been warned.

Weeks passed, Sal and Larry grew closer with each passing day. Neither of them could imagine life without the other anymore.  They barely left each others sides anymore, but not out of fear that they couldn't leave each other alone anymore. They just didn't want to be separated. Sal hadn't cut in a month and Larry had cut down on drinking and smoking. They were finally happy and safe once again...

Knock Knock

Sal lay on top of Larry, making small plaits in his brown hair as Larry played on his phone. They both looked up from their individual tasks. Larry playfully pushed Sal's shoulder.

"Are you gonna get that, Sweetheart?"

Sal raised his eyebrows and shot him a look.

"And when did I become your wife?"

Larry sat up and folded his arms, getting way too cocky (Not like that you perverts!).

"When you practically moved in here and never leave my side, like a good wife?"

The knocking the the door got louder. Sal shouted that he'd be there in a second while slapping Larry on the back of the head, obviously displeased with his answer. The small blue teen climbed off Larry's bed, almost falling over in the proccess and slowly ran towards the door. 

"Sal! Open the door, you little shit!"

Henry...

Inch by inch, Sal got closer to the door, his hands slowly reching for the doorknob and latch. The door was barely off the latch before Henry pushed the door inwards, startling his son. Sal fell backwards in shock, scrambling backwards in fear. 

He hadn't been home in weeks, a couple months even. Everytime Henry had rang him, he just ignored the call and buried himself in his lovers arms for comfort and safety, trying to forget about his dad.  

"Sally Fisher, where the fuck have you been?" He practically screamed in his face. Henry pulled Sal to his feet by one of his ponytails as the young blue tried to pull himself away, yelping in pain. "You can't abandon your father like this! I raised you, I tried to love you after you let your mother die and this is the thanks I get?" 

Sal sank down to the floor, not wanting to fight back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Larry peer around the doorway, frozen in fear, not being able to do anything. Henry pulled on Sal's hair again, pulling him to his feet this time with very little resistance. He pushed his son out the door and ordered him to go home. Sal sprinted out the apartment and into the lift, taking it to the 4th floor.

 Before Henry vacated the apartment, he turned to Larry, who was still frozen in the doorway, and grabbed him by the scruffy collar of his SF t-shirt, pulling the terrified punk closer to him.