Descendants Boys One Shots

! Harlos (part two) !

NOTE: This is from Hamiltrash42 's book. This will be from Harry's point of view, first person form.  ! W A R N I N G !  Cursing and some reference to self harm. Enjoy the story.

I walked into my room, Uma said she had a surprise for me. I stood shocked in the doorway as I saw Carlos in front of me. I looked at him. He stared right back. I walked further into the room and closed the door gently behind me.

I looked him over once, twice, three times. Slowly and carefully, I reached out a hand towards him. My breath hitched when he cowered back. I frowned slightly and spoke softly to him.

"It's alrigh'. It's okay. 'm not goin' tah 'urt yeh. Yer too precious for meh tah do tha' to yeh. I won't 'urt yeh. 'm not angry. 'm not mad. I promise."

He looked more relaxed so I slowly reached my hand out to him. He didn't flinch away this time. He took my hand and I pulled him up from the floor. I hugged him gently. He pulled himself into me tightly.

I allowed him to do that, knowing that his need was greater than my discomfort. I slowly pulled away and laid him down to the bed.

"Harry. I'm sorry. I didn't know sooner. I'm sorry. I'm sorry...."

He trailed off, muttering more apologies under his breath. I shook my head and smiled softly. I placed my hand under his chin and moved his head up to face mine.

" 'm gonna show yeh somethin' 've ne'er shown anyon' before. Okay?"

He nodded. I pulled back from him and pulled my shirt and pants off. I stood in front of him in just my boxers. His hand flew to his mouth in shock as he took in my body.

I was covered in scars. Old, new, long, short, shallow, deep. Under the scars and warped flesh you could still see the hundreds of tattoos all across my body. The only place free from the damage was my heart.

Carlos stood in front of me and also stripped to his boxers. He had some scars, but no where near as many as mine. He had many tattoos like I did, maybe even more than me. He stared at my scars. He then came towards me and put his hands around my neck.

He drew my head down to his as my arms snaked around his waist. He connected our lips and I pushed back onto him. The heat turned up a few notches, but we stopped before anything could happen. I laid him back down on the bed and put my arms around him.

He turned over and snuggled into my chest as we began to sleep. I kissed his forehead one last time. Only just awake he whispered to me and I whispered back.

"I love you, Harry."

"I love yeh too, Carlos."