Pretty in Plastic (l.s)

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"Louis." Harry whispers, and Kala turns around to face the doll. He's in what he wore before he changed back, but he isn't smiling. His arms are crossed over his chest, his eyes are glaring, and his mouth is set in a frown. He looks like an aggravated kitten, but Harry knows what was boiling inside of him. He knows how much Louis hates Kala. "Lou!"

He gently pushing Kala aside, and picks the doll up. He holds Louis close to him, burying his face in Louis' neck with a large smile. "You're back! You're really back! God, I missed—"

"Put me down, Harry." Louis says to him, and Harry feels his muscles tense all over again. He does as asked, though, and lets the doll go. Louis is still fixated on, what he would call, the vermin. She stares back just as aggressively, and he saunters over to her. "You. Do you know how many nights I heard him cry, saw him trust himself only to have you tear that happiness away? Do you know how many mornings he woke up, confused on what to do because he felt anything could set you off?

"Do you grasp the massive influence you have over him, or are you just so selfish that you can't see how important your opinion is? I have never, in all my days of knowing him, seen him so possessed by somebody's view point. He's been bullied, harassed, and lost before. I helped him back then, and now he's more gone than when I last saw him." Louis pokes her shoulder hard, and she takes a step back. "I refuse to let my friend get lost in whatever evil you have. I worked too hard for him to take a step back!"

Kala doesn't answer, but there's no guilt on her face either. Louis clenches his jaw. "People like you disgust me. You sit there: judging people, tearing them down, making them put you on some pedestal, and you take whatever power they're willing to give you. All so you can dictate their life, and you do it in the name of love.

Well I'll tell you something, Kayla. Love is not what you're doing. Understand? That man over there," Louis points at Harry who is just as gobsmacked as Kala, "may not see it, but everyone else does. I do. You don't love him. You're a fraud, a phony, a fake."

Kala now laughs right in his face, but it doesn't faze Louis. He knows that what he said ripped her apart, he can see the uncertainty and lack of confidence written all over her face.

"I'm fake? I met him years ago, when people would smile in his face, and laugh behind his back. They would call him awful names, and he never knew just how much he was tarnishing his image, and the image of the people around him. Not one person told him how they really felt, and allowed him to believe that he had support when he didn't. I stuck be his side, told him how everyone was seeing him, and he knew I would never have told him that if it was a lie. He trusts me because I'm honest, and because I love him. I do."

She blinks a few times, and takes a deep breath. "You don't know me, our history, or how we came to be this way. I do what I do because I want to protect him from the people out there. The people who will tease him when he isn't around. He doesn't deserve that. You think it's easy seeing how hurt he gets when I tell him these things? It isn't, but I do it because I know he'll be more hurt when he hears the whispers and condescending voices.

You think you know the world? Please. You sound like a child. Do you even know what you're saying? Do you know what fake is?"

"Honey, I'm made of plastic," Louis says simply, "and you're faker than me."

Harry covers his mouth, and it isn't in shock. In all honesty, he wants to laugh. He's even smiling behind his hands. He turns his back to the two, and lightly sniggers.

"Now, he said it was over. Please leave. Don't make a scene because you'll only embarrass yourself." Kala doesn't say anything, but Harry hears the front door open and close. "In the words of RuPaul, you've been read."

He turns to face Louis again, and finds the doll already peaking at Harry from over his shoulder. Blue eyes glow with determination, and fond. His lips are pursed, as if he has to zip them to keep from speaking. His hips are bucked to one side, hand resting on the poked out hip while to other hangs and rests on his thigh.

"Lou!" Harry feels tears gather in his eyes, and he rushes to the doll once again. Louis's quick to face him fully, and Harry doesn't miss a beat: picking him up, pinning him to the nearest wall, and kissing him.

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Harry stares at the ceiling, arms squeezing the precious little ball of sunshine that lays on top of him, and he feels whole for once. Harry hasn't let Louis go since he came back, and the doll hasn't complained.

"I missed you so much." Harry whispers finally, and Louis lifts his head off the man's chest. He stares at Harry, noses his chin, and hums. "Why did you leave?"

"You said you didn't need me anymore." The pain is clear in his voice, and Harry wonders if Louis's been in just as much pain as him. "You told me to go."

"I know. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Harry mumbles earnestly, and he looks down at Louis. The doll sits up now, straddling Harry's waist with his hands planted on the man's chest. "I never want you to leave me again."

Louis doesn't say anything in reply. He just looks as if he's contemplating something. "Are you really done with Kala?"

"Yeah." Harry grips his waist, and moves a hand up the doll's back. "I'm really done with her."

"What about me?" Louis says, and it's open-ended. Harry knows what he wants to hear: they're together, Harry loves him, and that they'll work things out.

Harry should say it. He really should, but he doesn't. "I'll never be done with you." That's all he can muster up right now. Louis' eyes drown in disappointment, but the doll doesn't push any further.  It's the best he'll get.

"What made you come back?" Harry asks, and Louis nibbles on his lip with shrug.

"I don't know, really." He says honestly, and traces patterns on Harry's chest. "I'm still confused on how this works."

Harry sighs, and sits up. He kisses Louis' cheek, and the doll blushes. "Regardless, I'm glad you're back. Don't leave me again."

"Even if you say so?"

"I'll never say it again." Harry swears as he lays his head on Louis' shoulder.

Not trying to drag this out, but what do you guys want to see?
Still don't know how this is gonna end btw so no asking for an ending xx