Make A Wish •larry stylinson•

XIII• He Will Be Loved

I rushed this a little bit, but what do you think?

There's mild (not even) mature content in this, blah blah blah ok enjoy.

The sound of locks undoing and creaking door-springs was followed by a groan from the limp boy in Zayn's arms.

Louis's eyes widened and his mouth opened as he surveyed the two lads. His first instinct was to scowl at them for showing up drunken but as Zayn struggled to enter the light he saw it for what it was.

He grabbed hold of the two, pulling them inside of the flat.

"What happened?" Louis yelled, frantically examining his limp band mate. Tears of nerves, fear, and other rushing emotions strung his eyes. Zayn ran his trembling fingers through his hair repeatedly.

"I don't know I just, I left him alone and... He just... And the man he..." He let out sentence fragments as he took gasps of air. How could he have been so stupid could he be?

"You left him alone? Zayn, what the fuck?" Louis grabbed hold of Harry pushing Zayn back slightly. "Just... Go home, okay?"

Zayn hesitated for a moment and Louis shoved him again. "Go!"

Zayn backed up into the door, fumbling with the door knob before stumbling out. It was silent now, except for Harry's ragged breathing and Louis's gasped of breath. "Harry, love." Louis called, tapping his cheek as he backed up further into the house. They wouldn't make up the stairs, so Louis made his way to the guest bedroom bathroom.

"Louis," Harry smiled, in some sort of trance.

"Harry what happened?"

"It's okay," Harry hushed as Louis practically dragged him into the bathroom, hands searching blindly for the light switch. "He didn't get to... He didn't..."

He didn't get to finish his sentence before Louis let out a sob, putting two and two together. "Oh no, Harry. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" He struggled to keep himself together as he splashed Harry's face with water, scrubbing the crusted blood. Harry hissed, but before he could cry out he felt a towel hit him in the face, wiping off the water.

Louis then pulled him out of the bathroom entering the dark bedroom, fear still shuddering through him. He stopped midway in the room, propping Harry to stand in front of him.

The younger boy's eyes drooped, but his hand cupped Louis's cheek nonetheless. "You're a life saver, you know that, right?"

And he swooped in, taking the older lads lips in his own in a spine tingling kiss.

Louis didn't even think twice about kissing the boy, his lips tasting like coppery blood, slightly sweet like candy, and his tears making it the least bit salty. A fusion of tastes that sent pleasure racking through their bodies.

They wasted no time getting familiar with each other mouths, Harry delving his hands into the older boys hair.

 Louis's hand trailed down Harry's torso, his fingers tracing the edge of his blood stained t-shirt. He slowly lifted it, Harry wincing as his arms rose to assist.

Louis threw the shirt on the floor, sighing as his eyes raked over Harry's body. His pale stomach had the outline of abs, and the were riddled with painful looking bruises.

Slowly, slightly unsure of what he was doing, Louis bowed his head to Harry's torso. Harry watched as Louis pressed his lip to the bruise that had surfaced on his chest, and he trembled at his touch. This was so wrong, but even with the underlying pain it felt so brilliant.

Louis's fingers lightly traced circle on his back as his lips moved from one bruise to another. Louis didn't know why he was doing this, and he knew he should stop. But everyone he removed his lips from one spot another bruise would appear in his sight, and he had to kiss that one too.

Louis ran out of bruises on Harry's torso so his lips trailed upward, gracefully pecking Harry's sensitive skin.

Harry wanted him so bad. He wanted to feel Louis's skin against his, his hands touching him everywhere. Harry was done denying these feelings that had come with the wish. Now he wanted to act upon them.

Louis lightly pushed Harry backward until he fell to the bed. Louis positioned himself over Harry, there lips hovering dangerously close. Harry opened his mouth to speak, to say something. To break the silence that had filled the night since they stepped into Louis's car. Louis shushed him, moving his lips to the painful looking bruising on his collarbone. Harry hissed at the contact, and wrapped his arms around Louis, digging his fingers into the skin of Louis's back.

Louis kissed Harry's neck gently and fought the urge to groan. Why did Harry's skin taste so deliciously enticing? Why did he feel so amazing under his lips? He didn't know why but there was no use questioning it.

Louis bit down on the skin, leaving a love bite. This was only the first of the night.

Louis than faced the biggest bruise. The one that circled his eye. Louis traced it with his fingers, processing the damage. Not the damage caused by the injuries but the damage caused in the past week they'd spent together alone. So much had happened in the past days. So much things that gave Louis shivers just thinking about it.

As Louis pressed his lips against Harry's face his hands cautiously found their way to the button of Harry's jeans. Harry was in no state to protest, and he even helped as Louis slid the jeans past his hips.

Harry kissed Louis's neck, his teeth nipping his skin, while the older lads hands traveled around the surface of the younger lads skin.

Harry didn't expect this-- he didn't expect to get Louis out of his wish. He didn't expect to feel like this. But what you get isn't always what you expect~