The last thing Louis was expecting is for his big sister's boyfriend to show up at the strip club he works at.
⚣ Boyxboy, Larry Stylinson
✎ Original story by Stylinson_Larryxx
Cover by: @Stylinson_Larryxx
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❝THE PAST❞
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"I can not believe you lied to me!" Lottie growls out, pushing against Harry's chest.
Harry frowns, shutting their bedroom door and locking it. "Lotts, babe. I knew you'd be mad, that's why I didn't tell you! I didn't have a choice, the boys-"
"The boys, the boys, the boys!" Lottie mocks, hands threading through her blonde hair out of stress. "Is this why-is this why you were so... So," she swallows thickly, her eyes welling up in tears. "Excited that night?"
Harry glances down, breathing becoming heavier and choppy. He sits down on the bed and buries his face in his hands. "Yes..."
"Right," Lottie let's out a shaky breath and she begins to cry. She presses her back against the door and slides down it, bringing her knees to her chest. "What did she have that I don't? What got you so excited?"
"She was a... He," Harry speaks nervously, rubbing his hands together. He glances at her, rocking slightly.
"Not this again," she scoffs, her sad expression turning into one of anger. "I can not believe you!" She stands and begins pacing the room, kicking one of Harry's hoodies that lay on the ground. "What is with you and guys?! The guy you got with in our break, this one. Your professer!"
Harry sobs and stands up, towering over her. "Don't mention him! You know I didn't - I didn't..."
Lottie scoffs, chuckling. "Mmhm, sure... You wanted it Harry, let's be real here."
"I was nineteen and in a relationship! Why would I want to be raped by my proffeser, Lottie?!" Harry cries clutching at his chest, as if to try and calm his heart beat.
"You like boys Harry. Why wouldn't you?" She sneers, stomach dropping. She knows what she is saying os wrong, she does... But she can't stop.
"He was in his fifties! I trusted him!" Harry sniffles. "If I liked it so much why would I have dropped out?! Why did we break up? Why did I have to go on medication so I didn't want to die every second of the day?!"
"I don't know!" Lottie yells. "I just-I don't know," she repeats quieter. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have brought it up. I know that was a bad time for you."
Lottie notices Harry's distant look, she reaches to touch his arm, but he flinches violently, whole body shaking.
"D-don't," he stutters out, eyes wide and teary. "I need to-I'm leaving."
"Harry, what?!" Lottie grips onto his arm tightly. "You aren't leaving!"
"I am, I'm going to a hotel. I can't stay here... I can't stay here with you."
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So now you know a little more about Harry... I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
