Beg. {A Larry Stylinson Fan Fic}

Chapter Five: I'm Not Insane.

Harry lied in his bed that Friday night, keeping silent. He was on his stomach, head against his pillow on the side of his face as he stared at the closed bedroom door, body covered with The Jock's spit and a few new bruises.

The strange thing was, he wasn't mad at Louis. He was mad at Zayn and Niall. Louis was being so nice, he wasn't going to hurt him until the other two snuck in and of course, Louis had to hurt him so Niall and Zayn wouldn't think he was gay or something.

Harry slowly got up, wincing as his bum stung. He walked, or more like limped, to the bathroom and turned the water on, making sure it was warm enough before stepping in, letting the warm water hit his skin.

He leaned against the wall and frowned, needing to think about what actually happened an hour ago.

Louis was a good man, he knew he was. Louis said he was tired of everyone judging him.

How could Louis go from being so sweet, to a bloody jerk who rapes a boy? In fact, Harry was already gonna have sex with Louis until Niall and Zayn had come in, so really, it was all their fault, not Louis's. Louis was still a good man, and he would continue to believe that.

Harry hadn't realized that he had been thinking for quite some time now. Ten minutes actually.

The water was starting to get a little cold, so he grabbed his vanilla scented shampoo and washed his hair, washing his body afterwards with his watermelon body wash.

As soon as he finished, he dried his wet curls until they were just a little damp, drying his body and walking out, crawling under the covers. He always slept naked anyway.

He turned the lamp off and got comfortable, letting out a breath.

He had to talk to Louis about what happened. Did Louis want to do that?

He shook his head, closing his eyes. He had to get some sleep. He didn't want the rape to be stuck in his head all day.

"P-Please, s-stop!" Harry cried, fist clutching into a tight ball as Zayn pinned his wrists down.

Louis ignored him, starting to thrust at a fast pace.

Harry screeched loudly, feeling like he was being torn apart. It hurt, it really did, and he didn't think sex would ever feel this bad. How come men seem to enjoy it in porn videos? They never prepped, they just went in.. Well, unless they prepped behind scenes. That made sense.

That didn't matter at the moment. This was actually happening, he was really getting raped, and as much as he wanted to believe that he was just having a horrible nightmare, he knew this was real and there was no going back now.