Dim {Larry Stylinson} (boyxboy)

Dim {Larry Stylinson} (boyxboy)

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Harry was dangerous. Louis was not.They met in a bathroom, both doing something they knew was wrong. Louis was suicidal. Harry was a drug addict. Louis was crazy, but that being something they shared -including the inflicted marks that keep their feet planted. Louis would do anything. Harry would use anything. Both so desperate to feel. In those five minutes Harry felt something for the first time while sober. Louis was aware of the physical sensation of Harry's touch as he pressed him against the wall. Harry felt real. Louis felt wanted. Both needing the connection as they fed from the small time they spent with their lips pressed. No words where needed as they walked back to Harry's large home. And, well.. that's how Louis found himself washing off in Harry's shower, the older boy on the other side of the door.
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*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.

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