*WARNING* Drug use and nonconsensual sex
When Harry gets home, after he's dragged his sore body up the stairs, he lays on the tile floor under the scalding hot water in the shower, fully clothed, until it runs freezing cold over him. He tries to cry, to do something to make his body feel normal, but he can't. It's like his soul was torn from his body and left on that floor.
He scratches at his skin and scrubs the parts of his body that aren't covered in clothes trying to clean himself of the night. It doesn't work. When he looks at himself in the mirror, his tongue is still blue from the pills, his skin is red, bruised, and cut from his nails, and there's still bright red lipstick stuck to his skin like a tattoo.
So I decided to try something different. I write a story but you as a reader decide what is happening next. Write a suggestion in the comments and I'll continue the story. I'm gonna try and get as many as I can but I can't promise all of your suggestions will make it. I'll have to be able to write it as well or maybe I already wrote the next part when you leave your suggestion. No hard feelings I hope. This is supposed to be fun. I will of course give you credit if I use your idea.
Harry and Louis were a couple during One Direction but broke it off on bad terms. They haven't seen each other in years when they suddenly run into each other at a café...
Let's start!
Purely fictional. No idea if it will contain smut. Probably if I know my readers. 😘