If I Could Fly. // h.s. au

If I Could Fly. // h.s. au

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"Leave me alone!" I ripped off my shoe and threw it head, missing horribly. I didn't wait for a reaction. I whipped around and ran for the door, knowing I'd never make it. Just as my fingers brushed the brass handle, a pair of strong familiar arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me back before flipping me around and pressing me against the cold white walls. I squirmed effortlessly, pounding my fists repeatedly against his chest. "Get off me, Harry!" He held me firm, but did nothing else to stop my furious (yet futile) attempts to get away. After a few minutes, I exhausted myself to a puddle of sobs and slowly let myself go limp in his arms. "J-just let me... go," I whimpered through the veil of tears masking my face, crashing my fist pathetically against him once more. "Please Harry, let me go." "I can't." His hand gently caressed my hair, softly running his fingers through my knotted locks. "It was the one thing I promised you I would never do." (Mature content)
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Harry could tell he was upset. He denied it, but Harry knew, Harry always knew. He wanted to comfort him, but couldn't take the chance of someone seeing and it putting their relationship through even more. "What's wrong?" Harry whispered, hoping no one would notice. He worried more as he saw the tears well up in Louis' eyes. He could count on one hand the amount of times he's seen louis cry before now. He's always so strong. "Please," Louis whimpered as a tear escaped. Harry was about to ask what he meant, but stopped himself, he knew. "Louis. You know I want to, so much, but I can't. We can't. They'll kill us, we'll loose our jobs. You always say-" "Please," Louis cut him off, touching his arm slightly. The older boy knew exactly what he was doing and how this simple gesture would affect the younger lad. "Please just kiss me."

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