✔️STRONG [L.S]

[38]

{LOUIS' POV}

*April 23rd, 2015*

"Ready?" I asked Harry, pressing the key into the palm of his hand. He closed his fist around it, the finger's of his other hand running over the smooth wood of the door.

"I haven't been here since the day we left for tour..." He whispered. I shook my head, rubbing his arm soothingly, "I haven't either."

Harry exhaled slowly, sliding the key into the lock. I settled my hand over his, and together we unlocked the door, swinging it open. Cool air surround us as we stepped into the dim room, goosebumps littering my skin.
I looked around in awe as my eye's adjusted, heart fluttering in my chest. It had been almost over a year since we had been here, and memories came flooding in like river. I had been scared to come back at first. Scared that all I would remember would be terrible memories. But only happy image's filled my head, my lip's twitching up into a small smile. Maybe it was because I knew Harry and I had a chance to start over. Refresh for a new beginning.
My eye's traveled over the room slowly, and I remembered all those late night's where Harry and I would just sit together talking, and shared sweet kisses every so often. I remembered all those cold evening's where we would sit by the fire and share cup's of hot chocolate. I remembered when we first moved in and were supposed to be painting, but ended up flicking the color at each other instead. I remembered all the holiday's and birthday's spent here, both of us too wrapped up in our love for each other to be bothered by present's.

I didn't even realize I had tear's trailing down my face until Harry was cupping my head in his hand's, staring down at me with a worried expression. "Are you alright Lou?" He whispered, thumb's brushing gently against my cheek's. I closed my eye's at the feeling of his skin touching mine, letting out a shuddering breath.

"Yea I just..." I shook my head slowly, unable to speak at the raw emotion's tearing me apart, letting out a sob. He pulled me to his chest tightly, voice shaking when he spoke, "Shh Louis, It's alright... I know." I felt something wet drip into my hair, and I pulled back to see Harry rubbing furiously at his red rimmed eye's.

"I love you..." I whispered shakily, gently grabbing his wrist's and pulling them from his face. I smoothed my hand's down his chest, finger's curling into fabric of his shirt as I bit my lip. He brought his hand's back to my face as we stared at each other intensely... An unbreakable gaze... Then, before my mind could process what was happening, he forced his lip's upon mine. I let out a sound of contentment as I pulled him closer to me, even though in the back of my mind I knew this was wrong. That we shouldn't be jumping back into thing's so quickly. But it felt so comforting... It felt so fucking right.
The kiss was innocent enough at first, but then Harry was prying my mouth open with his tongue, forcing it inside. Teeth clanked together deliciously, and I felt a rush as the lack of oxygen fueled me in the best way. I felt electricity flow through me like I'd just been shocked, and I gripped Harry's curl's tightly in my finger's. It's been so long... It's been so long since Harry and I had locked lip's, let alone touch each other. It had been over a year, and the intimacy was shocked back to life as we fell back onto the couch.
It felt like we were kid's again, trying to figure the whole sex thing out. Harry's lip's left mine, and instead trailed down my neck, nipping at the skin slightly. I was panting quietly, my thought's jumbled as my brain struggled catch up with everything. I felt Harry's finger trail's up the back of thigh's, and slowly circled to the front where he popped the button of my jean's.

That's when the fear shot through me.
I scrambled from his lap and the couch, backing away into a nearby corner. My hand's shook violently, and I covered my face as I let out a bone-rattling sob. My back slammed into the wall and I collapsed weakly to the floor as my leg's gave out.

'Fucking man whore...'

'Harry please don't!'

'You're a worthless slut who'd take anyone's cock if they so much as offered it...'

'Mine...'

'I bet you take it whenever you can because you know you're ugly and stupid and it makes you feel fucking good about yourself.'

'Does it make you feel good about yourself Louis? Letting men use you like a sex doll?'

'Showing you who you belong to...'

"Louis?! Louis what's wrong?!" I felt hand's gripping my shoulder, snapping me back to reality as I screamed.

"PLEASE HARRY NO!!! I DON'T WANT THIS!!! I'M SORRY!!" I started to sob uncontrollably, weakly pushing at him to protect myself. His eye's widened, and he scrambled away from me.

"L-Louis no, I would never do that to you again... I hate myself so fucking much for doing that!" Tear trailed down his cheek's as slowly reached a hand toward's me. I flinched, but began to sob again when I realized what I was doing. I snapped backed to reality. All of that was in the past...it was time for a new start. A new start.

"I-I'm sorry....I'm sorry....I'm so sorry..." I kept repeating between cry's, gripping my head tightly in my hand's. I cried out for him, and he slowly crawled back to me, pulling me to his chest as he whispered soothing word's into my ear's.

"It's okay Lou...None of this is your fault...It's...It's mine."

"I thought I was okay... I thought everything was..." I whispered hoarsely.

"Shh..." He whispered, running his hand through my hair.

"You're just a little broken. We both are... My pretty little broken angel."
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