I'm fine, We're fine [boyxboy]

One

Louis POV

Before today, the heavenly aroma of petrichor had been one of my favorite things. The barky, musty smell of fallen rain and soaked soil soon lost its luster.

My head whipped to the side and my glasses fell to the puddle strewn ground, bouncing off the shards of rock and landing with a CLACK a few feet away. If the open door had not been there, I would have fallen but somehow I caught myself, the tips of my fingers squeaking against the rain-dotted interior. I felt a million things at once as my mind tried to process what had happened.

Harry hit me.

Not the playful jab or spar we would undertake on his couch, but a hit with the force of a grown man. My mind was reeling, my cheek was throbbing. The edge of my glasses had felt like they had cut into my skin but it was the furthest thing I thought of in that moment. One of Harry's rings had caught my lip, too.

Harry hit me.

The ground was blurry as I blinked, making a pitiful attempt to clear it up but without my lenses, I was useless. I opened my mouth, flexing and moving my jaw. It popped and jerked. Drool dribbled from my mouth, mingling with the fresh blood the ring had etched into my lip. I could feel it falling, but I couldn't see it. My hair covered my face, it was tickling me but there wasn't a laugh anywhere within my body.

When at last I mustered the courage to look around, Harry's towering figure was coming towards me. I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for another blow, and cowered away from him. He was furious and I had seen it in that split second when he had turned on me. It was a look, some hidden rage I had never seen before and it scared the living shit out of me. My hand slipped, toppling my already precarious balance and I fell, landing in the grass and rocks with a grunt. My legs kicked, pushing me backwards through the sludge the soil had become and away from him. Rain soaked my trousers, seeping through until I felt the cold on my rear.

Harry fell in front of me, splattering mud and grit onto both of us and I could see his lips moving.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Lou, oh my god... I'm, fuck, I'm so sorry! My sweet, sweet boy, I'm so sorry!"

I could hear him but his voice was far off, as if he were shouting at me from ten miles away. The man I was head over heels for had actually put his hands on me in a way I never thought possible and my body could not process it. I could feel my throbbing face and the pulsating on my lower lip. The acidic taste of blood was in my mouth, its pungent permeating what senses I had control of in that moment.

Harry had hit me.

Was I supposed to be shocked? Crying? I stayed where I was. Harry's hands were on me, touching my hand, my chest, running up my arm and I could feel it when his ice cold fingers grabbed my face. But I was hot, so damn hot and I would have snatched away had I been coherent enough to do so.

Harry had touched me before, his hands hard and searching, fingers exploring every inch of my body. Nothing was left uncharted. But that had been before and I had never been prepared for an intensity such as that. Harry lit my body up like fireworks. I had been afraid, terrified to be with another person that way but my fear had tangled with his desire and we had gone as one. I remember him asking me "Am I hurting you?" I knew I loved him then.

Minutes passed and the rain that had not let up soaked the last bit of dry clothing we had we had on. My hair was plastered to my face and I couldn't tell what ran down my cheeks more; water or tears. Lightning flashed across the dark sky, thunder following soon after. That thunderous boom brought me back to reality. I coughed, a weak gasping sound.