When He Came Home From New York (L.S)

Part three: in which the truth is revealed

T/W: alcohol, sexual assault is hinted at
Just put this here to be safe, I don't want you dear reader to read something with themes you aren't comfortable with x

The moonlit balcony was eerily quiet. Harry was facing away from Louis when he came running down the stairs. He was clutching a crystal glass, filled with some kind of liquor that he was sipping on occasionally. He looked beautiful, his bare skin and chocolate curls gleaming in the moonlight. But even facing away from him, Louis could tell that he was crying by the way he shuddered every now and then. "Harry..." Louis tried, his voice barely a whisper, but he was cut off by the sound of smashing glass as Harry stormed towards him. "Why did you do it? How could you Louis! I-I thought y-you loved m-me!" Harry choked out. His emerald green eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks flushed a deep shade of rose. "I do love you!" Louis screamed. He was crying now too, and it was something about the way his eyes were glazed with fear that told Harry something was seriously wrong. "Lou..." Harry reached out to touch Louis' arm but pulled back the moment that Louis flinched. He tried again and this time Louis hit his hand away. "Lou why won't you let me touch you?" Harry asked, his voice soft and slow. It was like he was looking at this beautiful boy through a screen, close enough to touch yet so far away. And in a way he was, far away in his thoughts. The soft touch on his arm was what had started it all. "No...no don't touch me...I won't do it...I don't want to...don't make me have sex with her please I don't want this...please stop touching me...please Brianna don't do this...please stop..." It was like he was right there in that moment. When there was a pill being shoved down his throat before everything went black. "Lou!" Harry half yelled. Louis was broken from his trance and instantly threw himself into Harry's arms, burying his head in Harry's shoulder. "It's ok. Shhh baby it's ok I'm here. You're here with me." Harry whispered as he ran his fingers through Louis' hair and held him tight. But his eyes were trained at the broken glass in front of him. They made him do it? Did he not give consent? Did she-no don't think that! Harry pushed the thought from his mind instead hugging Louis tighter to his chest. He ran his fingers down Louis' bare sides. And that's when he realised they were both still naked. And they had just had sex. And he didn't ask. And that made him as bad as her. Harry felt his knees give out as he crumbled to the floor. He felt like he was a monster. How could he have put Louis through that? "I'm s-so s-sorry! I just...we just...I didn't ask and...and that makes me just as bad as her!" Harry choked out between sobs. "Oh darling." Louis breathed as he dropped down to the floor, sitting between Harry's long, lanky legs and placing a hand on each side of his face. "You have nothing to be sorry for! Harry look at me." Harry looked up into Louis' glittering blue eyes. "You are not like her in any way shape or form. I'm the one who's sorry Harry, I'm the one who's begging you to forgive me." Louis  wiped a tear from Harry's cheek and chuckled a little because wow, even when his eyes were red and his nose was running and his face was all red and blotchy, Harry was still the most beautiful person in the world. "I'm sorry Louis I'm so so sorry I didn't ask I just did it and I can't imagine what awful thoughts it might've bought back for you!" Harry blubbered. "Harry Edward Styles stop saying sorry! Every time with you is nothing but bliss. You make love to me, it's not just sex. And to tell the truth it couldn't bring up any memories. They ehm..." Louis trailed off. Harry reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. Louis took a shaky breath before continuing. "They drugged me. Management asked me to do it and when I said no they drugged me. I should've called Harry I'm so sorry. I wanted to explain before you found out the wrong way." Harry stayed silent, trying to process what the hell was going on, what the hell had happened to his boyfriend. Louis stood up and put his hands under Harry's armpits, lifting him off the ground like he was light as a feather. Harry wrapped his legs around Louis' waist and Louis supported him by placing his hands under Harry's bum. "What can I do?" Harry asked shyly. Louis smiled. "You can start by giving me a kiss and a cuddle because I love you." He said with a wink before pressing their lips together. It was gentle. It was slow. It was perfect. Harry hugged him tighter, playing with his honey coloured locks and tugging ever so gently. Harry could've kissed him forever, if it wasn't for Louis pulling away first. He was laughing and Harry gave him a confused look. Louis was wondering if he had noticed, but by the look on Harry's face, clearly he hadn't. Harry followed Louis' eyes down to where he was looking and immediately shot back up when he realised. His cheeks were burning but that just made Louis laugh harder. "Oh my god Lou I'm so sorry!" Harry blurted out. "Honestly Harry if you weren't such a good kisser you wouldn't have gotten me hard for the third time tonight!" Louis said dramatically. "You got me hard too." Harry said quietly. "Well are you gonna help me get rid of this?" Louis said with a wink, squeezing Harry's bum ever so slightly. "Lou I don't think I feel comfortable touching you. I'm just not convinced that I didn't cause you any trauma tonight and I really don't want to hurt you." Harry whispered. Louis sighed and kissed Harry's forehead. "Come on," he said with a smirk, "I have an idea!"

A/N: Again, I have no idea why I keep writing smut. The next part will probably be the last of it but I'm not entirely sure where this story is going so I make no promises. I am still unsure if anyone will ever read this. Oh well, a girl can dream can't she?
Yours sincerely,

H