✓ bromance one shots ✎ major editing ✐

Accidentally (Larry)

*Mentions of rape*

Louis's POV

I laid on the bed wide awake waiting for Harry to return. It was almost midnight and I was becoming more worried by the second. It wasn't like him to come home this late, and even if he did, he'd at least call me beforehand and warn me about it.

I heard the front door slam shut downstairs and sagged with relief. He's back.

Harry barged into the room with a hazy look in his eyes startling me.

"Harry are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm done w-waiting for you you s-slut. Why w-won't you give it to m-me huh? I'm p-pretty sure y-you've fucked m-many people b-before d-dating me y-you whore." Harry slurred.

"Harry you don't mean that..." I brokenly trailed off.

"I'm going to fuck you right now, wether you like it or not." He growled. My throat ran dry.

This was the first time I felt afraid of my Harry. My adorably sweet Harry. I regarded him with a look of sheer terror and slightly backed away from him, but he seemed unfazed.

He pounced on me and started unbuttoning my shirt with one hand while he used the other to seize my hands together and stop my attempts to resist him.

"Harry please stop. You don't want to do this." I sobbed.

"Shut up and stop moving, it'll be easier for the both of us." He snapped.

Harry managed to strip all my garments off and I now lay naked beneath his body. I could see the hungry look in his eyes intensifying which only caused me to sob harder. I can't believe Harry will do this to me, this has to be some sort of a nightmare.

"Harry please don't do this to me. Don't you love me Harry? I'm your Louis, Harry remember? You said you'd wait for me."

"I said shut the fuck up!" He roared as he slapped me, hard.

His grip on my waist tightened when I began to wriggle, trying to escape his encasement of me, and I was sure that I now had Harry's fingerprints tattooed on my hips with blue and purple hues. Not to mention the bruises already formed from his grip on my wrists. I'm surprised he didn't break any bones yet.

"Stop moving you piece of shit!" Another slap, and now both of my cheeks were on fire.

I screamed bloody murder once Harry pounded hard into my virgin hole, and I felt like I was literally split open.

My sobs only intensified when I heard his moans of pleasure.

Black spots invaded my vision and I slowly passed out from the pain.

Harry's POV

I groaned loudly as I woke up already feeling the impeding massive headache.

When I looked down I almost fainted from the sight before me. I was inside Louis and the latter was passed out, his body painted with sickly shapes that I matched with my fingerprints.

"Shit shit shit shit. Oh my God no. Louis, holy shit Louis." I slowly pulled out of him and felt bile rise in my throat when I saw that there was blood on the sheets. I can't believe I did this to him ; I'm a monster.

With tears in my eyes, I gently shook Louis awake.

His eyes slowly fluttered open. He stared at me for mere seconds then he was crying and moving away from me. My heart shattered, but I knew I deserved this, after all I... I raped him.