A/N: Dedicated to my sister Jessica @JustahJew97 for letting me use her laptop to get work done! Also she's become a real life fangirl over my work and always cracks me up with her comments. She was reading this and said, seriously, "Louis' just asking for it now" Gotta love her. Go follow her and thank her for being so nice because otherwise it would probably be another 3 weeks before I could update!

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I miss the rough sex,

Leaves me a mess,

I miss the feeling of pains in my chest!

Miss the phone calls,

When it's your fault,

I miss the late nights,

Don't miss you at all!

I like the kick in the face,

And the things you do to me!

I love the way that it hurts!

I don't miss you, I miss the misery!

    “I’m told this is our last session?” Stine asked as they sat down.

    “He’s picking me up after this. I got him back.” Louis stood up listing his shirt to reveal the fresh burns on his chest. “He said this was only the beginning for me.”

    “You’re smiling,” Stine noted. “You’re happy he’s going to hurt you?”

    “Ecstatic.”

    “I don’t think it’s safe. You know that if I deny this in favor of keeping you both safe you will not be allowed to see each other right?”

    Louis looked over at her and blinked a few times. “You won’t though.”

    “How do you know?”

    “Because. You see it. You understand what we have. You’ve sat here and listened to me to speak and have warned me, but in our previous session you got it. You told me what I have with Harry. We work. We love each other and enjoy what we give and receive. I know you won’t say anything.”

    Stine just sat back in her chair and smiled slightly. “You are a smart lad. So I’m trusting that if things get bad again you’ll do something about it.”

    “I will, but I know I’m safe.”

    “Very well,” Stine said picking her pen and paper back up. “Tell me Louis, what do you feel is the worst thing he’s done to you?”

    Louis thought about it. “The worse thing he’s done I both loved and hated. I begged for him to stop, but yet, I loved the pain and the pleasure it gave me. I found myself searching for ways to get it back.”

    “What was it?”

    “I guess the technical term, because I said no, would be rape.” Stine didn’t even flinch, just listened. “He got rough and even though I said no and it hurt like hell, he did it anyways. He fucked me.”

“You son of a bitch!” Harry shouted slapping Louis across the face.

“Jesus Harry stop being such a jealous asshole! He was just a friend!”

“Bullshit,” Harry said shoving Louis.

Louis sighed. “Would you like me to explain?”

“Oh please do,” Harry said rolling his eyes.

“He was a friend from Uni. He’s straight,” Louis emphasized. “I ran into him on my way to work and he asked me to coffee during my lunch break. We met up, talk about his wife and kid, I told him I was happily in a relationship with my boyfriend Harry, he hugged me goodbye and I left only to see you being your big stupid jealous self.”

Harry punched Louis in the jaw. “I saw the way you hugged him.”

“For the love of God Harry he’s married and has a child! I would never hit on him, especially when I’m with you! What kind of person do you think I am?!”

“I don’t know Louis, you tell me because it seems as if you’re ready and willing to fuck any guy that glances your way!”

“Oh yes, you’ve caught me. I’m just looking for a good dick to shove up my arse!”

Harry grinned wickedly. “Well, I guess I’m just going to have to show you who you belong to now don’t I?”

“We’re not doing this Harry. I’m not in the mood and you’re pissed.”

Harry shoved Louis against the wall. “Well you don’t have a choice now do you?”

“I do very much have a choice. You can’t fuck me without my permission.”

“I’m much stronger than you Louis. I do believe I can do as I please.”

“No,” Louis whined. “I can report you for rape if you do. I’m saying no.”

Harry put his arm against Louis’ throat. “That would be a very bad idea Louis. You wouldn’t go and do something like that now would you?”

“You don’t know what I’ll do.”

Harry pressed down. “You listen here you little shit. I’m going to tie you down to the bed and fuck you whether you like it not!”

Louis whimpered and closed his eyes. Sex with Harry was always amazing, and Louis didn’t mind if he was a little rough. However, he didn’t like it that Harry was going to do it without his consent and more importantly, he didn’t like he was going to do it when he was mad. Harry looked threatening and scary and Louis wanted to cry out in fear because holy shit Harry was going to rape him. “Please, no,” Louis begged.

Harry threw Louis over his shoulder and held on tight as Louis tried thrashing and punching his beg, begging for him to put him down and leave him alone. He pushed Louis onto the bed and sat on top of him so he couldn’t move, before tying him down. Louis cried and cried, but Harry would just slap him each time he screamed. Harry grabbed his pocket knife off the bedside table before opening it up. Louis closed his eyes and shook his head, Harry still sitting on top of him smirking. “You’ve been such a bad boy Louis. You know I have to punish you.”

Louis shook his head. “N-no. Not like this. Harry please,” Louis begged.

Harry placed the knife at the bottom of Louis’ shirt before cutting it open making Louis crying and Harry just smirk further. “I don’t even think you deserve prep.”

Louis bit his lip keeping his eyes close as Harry continued to rip his shirt apart. “Hit me all you want Harry, but just please don’t fuck me.”

“You talk an awful lot you know that?” Louis stayed silent. “Open your eyes Louis. You’re going to watch,” Harry said sternly.

“No. I don’t want this Harry.”

Harry frowned and placed the knife by Louis eye touching the point to his skin. “I said open your eyes Louis.”

Louis whimpered, but opened them, everything blurry from his tears. “Kay.”

“There you are,” Harry grinned, petting Louis’ face gently with the knife. “Let’s get those pants off now shall we?”

Louis just nodded and tried not to start sobbing. Harry took the knife cutting his jeans off before tearing his boxers apart as well leaving Harry still fully clothed and Louis naked and vulnerable beneath him. Louis felt exposed and scared and, weak. He always knew Harry was stronger sure, but he’s never really felt this weak and useless before. This situation was entirely different. This was Harry taking advantage of him in the most personal of ways and Louis honestly just wanted to curl into a ball and cry at this point. He actually wished everything was okay and that Harry would just hold him and kiss him softly and tell him everything was going to be alright. “Please be gentle,” Louis whispered. He knew no matter what he would say would stop him, so he just hoped Harry wouldn’t hurt him.

“I’m afraid you haven’t been good enough for that Louis. But seeing as you’ve finally caved in, I’ll at least give you two fingers, but that’s all you get.”

“Can you at least tell me you love me?” Louis said softly. He was literally laying there, tears in his eyes as he silently cried, his whole body limp as he just gave up.

“Why?” Harry asked curiously, in a much softer tone, as he began to strip himself of his own clothing.

“I need to hear it. Please Harry,” Louis begged locking eyes with his boyfriend.

Harry climbed back on top of Louis gently letting his hands skim over Louis’ torso. He look into Louis’ eyes and Louis was thankful when he saw them soften and dimples appear as Harry smiled down at Louis. He kissed Louis softly and lovingly, but didn’t say those 3 words Louis needed to hear. Instead he just went to work tugging at Louis’ cock until he was hard. Louis wanted to feel ashamed of himself for letting his body have this reaction, but he did love Harry. He was scared beyond belief and know this was going to be rough and hurt like hell, but it would be worse for himself if he didn’t just let it happen. He was sure he still had a few more sick days he could just use after so he didn’t have to go to work. “Suck,” Harry instructed putting two fingers by Louis’ mouth.

Louis obeyed, sucking on Harry’s fingers and coating them with as much saliva as he could before Harry pulled them away. “Go,” Louis said letting his head fall to the side, he couldn’t watch.

Harry wasted no time, just shoved both fingers in all at once. Louis cried out in pain. Harry grabbed his jaw tightly forcing his head forward, “I told you that you’re going to watch.”

Louis didn’t say anything, couldn’t really with how Harry was gripping his face. Harry continued to scissor his fingers for another minute or so before pulling them out. “Lube?” Louis asked quietly.

Harry thought about it. “What makes you think you deserve it?”

Louis sighed. “I give you consent. You can fuck me,” He said. His chest hurt saying that. He didn’t mean those words at all, but if it gets him something to make it a little less painful he’ll do it.

“Good boy,” Harry said before grabbing the lube from the drawer, coating himself in just a thin layer, at least it was better than nothing.

Harry lined himself up before pushing into Louis in one go. Louis whimpered and closed his eyes, which earned him a slap across the face. “Sorry,” He mumbled opening them back up at watching Harry.

Louis stared along as Harry built up a fast and rough pace, thrusting deep into Louis. Louis tried not to cry as Harry dug his nails into Louis’ sides. Everything was painful. Harry ripped Louis’ hair pulling his head back before biting into his skin, but not really to leave love bites, but to bit and leave painful bruises. “Mmm,” Harry moaned.

Louis just stared and waited. He could feel his own orgasm building up against his will. Harry reached between them tugging unnecessarily hard on Louis’ cock. It was painful rather than pleasurable. It only took a few tugs before Louis just focused hard so he could just come so Harry would stop. He came all over his chest an on Harry’s hand, but Harry wasted no time in making Louis lick it clean. A few thrusts later and Harry pulled out, coming on Louis’ chest. Harry rolled beside Louis laying there for a moment to catch his breath. “Do you love me?” Louis asked.

Harry kissed Louis so gently that he started crying all over again, especially when he could feel Harry’s tears hit his own skin. Harry pulled back smiling at Louis, so Louis smiled back. “I love you so much Louis Tomlinson.”

Harry got up and left the room. He left Louis tied down, a complete mess. Louis was happy and sad, and angry, almost every emotion all at once. He laid his head to the side and sobbed into the pillow for what felt like forever before he fell asleep.

    “You were left like that?” Stine asked.

    Louis nodded. “He didn’t come back until late the next morning.”

    “Louis,” Stine sighed.

    “He took care of me though.”

    “What do you mean?”

    Louis smiled. “He untied me and carried me into the bathroom. He ran warm water into the bath with some bubbles. He sat down letting me sit in front of him. He told me he loved me, he kissed me, and cleaned me, and just held me for a while. That’s why that memory was so good and bad. I didn’t want to do it, but he took care of me and I felt so happy.”

    “Don’t you wish your relationship could be loving and caring like that all the time?”

    Louis shook his head. “No. I like the way things are. I do love those small moments though. He told me this morning that he only punishes me to teach me a lesson. He told me to never doubt his love for me. He promised to make things better sometimes. He told me we could cuddle more often, he’d kiss me and everything. That’s what people don’t seem to see. They only see the abuse, not the love, but I do. It’s why I stay. I love the pain, and I know he’s the only one for me.”

    “You said he was promoted at work, correct?”

    “Yeah. It was a few weeks after that incident that he got the call.”

    “How did he react?”

    Louis scrunched his eyebrows together thinking. “He was mad. I mean he was happy about the offer, but hated me at the same time.”

Louis and Harry were lounging around the house quietly when Harry’s phone rang. “Hello?” Louis stood up from his seat going to make them some tear. He knew Harry always thought Louis was nosy, even if he couldn’t hear anything, so he felt it would best best to avoid the confrontation. He placed the pot of water on the stove letting it heat up. It was only a few minutes later that Harry stormed in grabbing the almost boiling water and dumping it on Louis’ head. “Fuck!” Louis cried throwing himself on the floor clutching his hair trying to get the burning feeling to go away.

“You fucking twat!” Harry screamed kicking Louis’ side.

“What?! What now?” Louis cried.

Harry straddled Louis holding his arms down and getting right in his face. “I just got off the phone with Mr.Smith.” Louis looked at him confused. “He offered me a job as a representative.”

“That’s good news though isn’t it?” Louis asked.

Harry growled before slapping Louis. “No! He said in turn he would love it if I could talk to my boyfriend Louis about being his assistant!”

“Well, you talked to me about it. I deny, it doesn’t mean you’re going to lose the job.”

Harry lifted Louis before slamming him back onto the floor. “You fucking little shit! He told me he talked to you!”

“He called me!” Louis defended.

Harry straddled Louis glaring at him. “How did he get you number Louis?”

Oh shit. Louis swallowed thickly. “I uh, gave it to him?”

“When?”

“When I brought you lunch the other day. I was on my way out and bumped into him. We talked for a few and exchanged numbers,” Louis admitted.

Harry growled before pounding away at Louis. He didn’t ease up and he didn’t stop. Punch after punch. Louis was crying in pain, begging him to stop because he couldn’t take anymore, but Harry was relentless. “You piece of shit! How dare you!”

Louis cried trying his best to block his face. “Harry please, stop,” He begged.

Harry stopped and just glared at him. “Why do you have to be such an idiot?” Louis just tipped his head to the side letting the tears stream down his face. “I give you everything and this is how you repay me?”

“You give me shit,” Louis mumbled.

Harry growled before punching him again. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. What was that?”

Louis still just laid there. He had given up a long time ago. “Nothing. I’m sorry. You’re right.”

“That’s what I thought,” Harry spit on Louis before standing up. “Clean up the blood.”

Louis watched as Harry walked away. Once he was out of sight Louis just let it go. He curled up into a ball and sobbed on the kitchen floor until he had no more tears left.

    “If you love the pain, why do you cry about it?” Stine asked curiously.

    Louis shifted around on the couch before thinking for a moment. “I don’t know. I know he loves me and I love him, but, I guess there are times where I really did believe him. Where I thought I was nothing. Everyone has those days though. They think things aren’t that bad and then sometimes they just break. I just break more than others do,” Louis shrugged.

    “He should never make you feel like that though Louis. He should make you feel special.”

    “He does. He has his moments.”

    “Louis?” Louis peaked up at Stine from under his fringe. “Did you ever feel low?”

    “Well, I felt down a lot yeah.”

    “You know what I mean.”

    Louis sighed. “Yeah. We were fighting over something stupid. It wasn’t him being mad at me and beating me, it was a normal fight that a couple would have. I just felt so weak and broken after that I wanted it all to end.”

    “And?”

    “I tried to end it, but he picked me right up. It was another one of those loving moments.”

“Louis?” Harry said standing by the couch, his arms crossed as he looked at Louis sitting on the couch reading his book. Harry cleared his throat. “Louis?” He said again. He sighed. “So you’re giving me the silent treatment?” Louis still just sat there and flipped the page in his book. “You want to maybe tell me what I did?” Louis continued reading. Harry huffed, annoyed. “Is this about what we talked about last night?” Louis rolled his eyes. “For fuck’s sake Lou, talk to me!”

Louis slammed his book shut and stood up. “You know you can be a real asshole sometimes.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Here we go again. What now?”

“Really? You’re going to be that prick? You don’t really care, you and I both know this. Why don’t you just beat the shit out of me for ignoring you and we can move on with our lives?”

“Stop being so dramatic Louis. Just grow some balls and tell me what you think already!”

“Because it won’t do any good Harry! I’m not going to waste my time on you when you won’t listen or care what I have to say.”

“I don’t have time for your shit right now Louis.”

“God dammit Harry I have put up with your shit for the past 8 years now. Things were fine when we were 16 and first got together, but you got angrier and meaning over the years and have been beating on me since we turned 20. Harry, we’re 24 fucking years old. I’ve let you pound on me for 4 years now!” Louis bit his lip trying not to cry. “Harry as fucked up as everything has been I have loved you through it all. All the names and the beatings and the scars, everything.” Louis closed his eyes willing the tears down as he voice cracked. Harry was just awkwardly standing there, not longer angry, just confused and sad seeing his boyfriend so weak. “But every night, every morning, and any other chance I got I remember to tell you that I love you. Do you even remember the last time you said those 3 words to me?” Harry shook his head looking down feeling guilty. “It was after you raped me 2 months ago.”

Harry just stood there not knowing what to do with himself. He felt horrible, he wanted to comfort Louis, but at the same time, he wanted to bash his face in for it all. He was torn, so when he said the next words without any emotion he felt his heart break. “Maybe it’s because I don’t love you.”

Harry closed his eyes. What was wrong with him. “W-what?” Louis asked surprised and hurt.

Harry finally looked up at him, his rage taking control. “You’re nothing Louis. I only ever said those words to you to keep you around so I could use you and hurt you. You’ve just been so naive and stupid to believe it every single time. I don’t love you, I hate you.”

Louis dropped to his knees biting his lip. “Kay,” He choked out. “Can you leave me alone now?”

Harry nodded before grabbing his keys and leaving the flat, slamming the door behind him. Louis just sat there crying silently to himself. He was a fool. He let Harry play him all these years, yet he couldn’t bring himself to hate the lad. Maybe Harry was right then. Maybe everything Harry has ever said or called him was true. He was nothing, and it really. Louis heart shattered as he felt everything drain out of him. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t leave, he couldn’t hate Harry or stop loving him, but he also couldn’t just stay and let this continue. He couldn’t live like this, he couldn’t live at all.

Louis dragged himself off the floor choking on his sobs as he blindly made his way through the house. He came to the bedroom and opened the safe in the closet pulling the gun out. Harry always said he bought it as a warning to Louis. Louis sat on the bed holding the cold object in his hands crying. Everything hurt. He didn’t want to live like this any longer. He was so caught up in himself he didn’t hear the footsteps. Harry bursted into the bedroom scaring Louis. He gripped the gun tightly before putting it against the side of his head. “Go away Harry!” Louis begged.

“Louis, put it down. Fuck Louis I’m sorry, that wasn’t me. I’ve messed up,” Harry admitted.

Louis’ eyes were wide and his body was trembling. “Y-you don’t mean that. You said you hated me?”

“I don’t. Louis I have never hated you for one second. I’ve loved you since the day I first saw you and I am beyond happy knowing I get to call you mine.” Harry said and Louis felt himself break more. “Louis I am so fucking sorry.”

Louis shook his head holding the gun tighter, “No, no you’re not.”

Harry stared at Louis tears actively streaming down his cheeks, “Yes I am Lou, please.”

Louis stared at Harry. “Y-you’re crying?” He said. He’s never seen Harry this vulnerable before.

“Of course I am Louis. I’m the one who put you here. I drove you here and I feel guilty as hell. Louis I love you, I can’t lose you. Please, put the gun down.”

Louis just nodded and dropped the gun to the floor. Harry slowly walked over picking it up before putting it back in the safe reminding himself to get rid of it for good later. Harry and Louis crawled into bed and Harry held Louis so close, so tight, so...safe. “Promise you love me?”

“I promise Louis. Don’t ever doubt it.”

“You’re not going to stop though are you?”

Harry sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“I understand. You know I like it. Don’t push me here again though, I won’t stop.”

“Never.”

“I love you,” Louis whispered feeling sleep pull him under.

“I love you more.”

    “Louis, you were seconds away from killing yourself. Why didn’t you get help?” Stine asked concerned.

    “I don’t know. I think I was too broken to care and when Harry picked me up back, I thought it was okay. Everything was already so fucked up I never really thought about suicide being wrong and dangerous, I thought it was normal and good,” Louis admitted.

    “Are you sure you want to go back?”

    “Hundred percent. It may not be normal, or healthy, or even safe at times, but it’s what works for us. I’m 26 years old, I can’t see myself with anyone else and I know he’s the one I want to be with.”

    “He’s been beating you for 6 years now Louis.”

    “He can beat me for the next 40 years and on then,” Louis said smiling.

    “I don’t understand you.”

    Louis shrugged, “No one really does. The boys think I’m crazy, but promised to still always be there for me. My family told me they didn’t want me to go back, but the house would always be open for me. They don’t understand how I feel or think about it all, but they know me well enough to know I won’t do something I can’t handle.”

    Stine just nodded. “Tell me Louis, what’s your happiest memory with Harry?”

Louis smiled and glanced at Stine, “That’s easy.”

The two boys laughed as they stumbled through the house kissing. They knocked several things over on their way upstairs. “Dork,” Louis laughed.

“Hey it was your big ass that knocked it over,” Harry said looking down at the broken vase of flowers.

“You love my ass though so don’t complain.”

“Mmm,” Harry hummed nodding as he grabbed a fist full of it. “I do very much so love your ass.”

Louis laughed and just kissed Harry again. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Louis smiled brightly at his boyfriend. It was nice to hear those words. It was nice to see Harry happy. It was nice to actually feel loved and cared for. “Don’t ever leave me,” Louis whispered against his lips pulling him closer, almost begging him.

“I would never even think about it. You’re my everything, I don’t want to lose you.”

Louis just hugged him. He wrapped his arms tightly around Harry, clinging to him like a life line. “Right back at ya,” Louis laughed.

Harry picked Louis up bridal styles carrying him to the bedroom, the two still laughing as Harry clumsy feet kept tripping and making them knock things over or they almost fall and crash into the wall to save themselves. Harry laid Louis gently down on the bed before hovering above him. “You’re so beautiful,” Harry complimented.

Louis turned his head to the side and closed his eyes. He didn’t feel beautiful. In fact he knew he still had a large yellowing bruise on his chin, a busted lip, and a cut eyebrow. They were doing a little better. Since Louis had almost killed himself Harry had been walking on eggshells for a few weeks. There were still days where something would happen and Harry would snap, like two days ago when Louis had dropped a dish and broke it, Harry just flipped and hit him a few times causing his current injuries. Louis was fine though, he was used to it, liked it even. This though, they were hanging out with the boys having a good time and everything felt normal and when Louis and Harry left they were a laughing mess and couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. Louis’ had a lot of good memories with Harry, but something about this moment was just, perfect. Louis was still insecure though, so hearing the compliment only hurt him. “Don’t say that,” He whispered, scared his voice will crack if he spoke any louder.

Harry sighed placing a gentle hand on Louis cheek bringing his head back up to face him. “Louis,” He said softly.

“Look at me Harry,” Louis said as if it was obvious. “If I have to have scars and bruises to be beautiful, I’m not sure I want to be. I’m hideous…you said so yourself,” He said his eyes jumping around looking all around Harry’s face, gauging his reaction.

Harry just kissed him. His hands slide across Louis’ cheek to the back on his neck pulling his face up to meet his lips. Louis hummed into it and let a tear fall down his cheek.  When they finally broke apart Harry leaned their foreheads together. “I’m sorry. You don’t need cuts and bruises to be beautiful Lou, you’re always gorgeous. You know how I get when I’m angry.”

“I know,” Louis said quietly, his eyes closed enjoying the close and loving feeling bubbling inside of him. “I wouldn’t be here if I couldn’t handle it.”

They were both silent, Louis feeling better, but still kind of down. Harry smiled rolling off of Louis and pulling him on top. “I want you.”

Louis furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before realizing what Harry was doing. He was letting Louis top. “Y-you sure?”

Harry smiled and nodded. “I love you.”

Louis nodded, “I love you too.”

The two kissed and took things slow. It took a little bit before Louis was finally inside of Harry. They held each other close and everything felt overwhelming to Louis. The sex was passionate and slow and so loving that when it was finally over Louis was crying. Harry held Louis against his chest whispering sweet nothings to him until they both fell asleep in a tangle of limbs.

    “What happened after?”

    Louis looked down. “The next day was the day I left.”

    “Louis, don’t you ever think about it? What happened if you didn’t get to your phone in time? Louis,” Stine said seriously, leaning forward. “He could’ve killed you.”

    Louis bit his lip, “I know. That’s why I got out, because I have never been that scared of him before.” Louis looked around the office, it felt strange. “We talked about everything though, we really are going to try and do better.”

    “You’re a strong person Louis.”

    Louis smiled, “Thank you.”

    “Are you happy with the way your life turned out?”

    Louis thought about it for a moment, “I am. I mean I’ve hit a few bumps and there were times I wished I could’ve gone back and changed things, but I have thought about it. I’ve thought about everything and honestly, I’m okay with how things have gone. I honestly can say I’m happy with my life.”

    “I’m always going to be here if you need someone to talk to,” Stine assured.

    “Thank you. Who knows, we could see each other again. I might try to drag Harry in here.”

    “That would be nice. I wish you luck Louis, don’t hesitate to call okay?” Stine said standing up.

    Louis smiled standing up too and hugging her. “I won’t. Thank you.”

    “You’re welcome Louis,” Stine said hugging him back before watching him leave.

    Louis waved at the receptionist and walked down the stairs before leaving the building. He stepped outside taking a deep breath of the fresh air. He was wearing his toms, pants rolled at the ankle, and a t-shirt. He turned and could see Stine in her office window watching. He just laughed before turning around and jogging across the street where his boyfriend was leaning against the side of the car. Harry was dressed his his converse, shorts, and a t-shirt with his sunglasses on. He looked up at the sound of Louis’ foots steps. “Hey,” He said putting his phone away and smiling.

    Louis smiled back and stepped in front of him letting Harry pulling them together by Louis’ waist. “Miss me?”

    Harry nodded, “Very much babe.”

    Louis laughed, “New beginning right?”

    “Yeah, new beginning. The truck is on the way to the flat and the boys are coming over to help us unpack.”

    Louis leaned his head against Harry’s chest. “I love you Harry.”

    Harry hugged Louis tightly. “I love you too Louis. I promise I won’t fuck things up this time.”

    Louis kissed Harry softly before stepping away to get in the car. Harry climbed into and Louis went around and glanced back up at Stine who just smiled and waved. Louis smiled back before climbing in the car. He held Harry’s hand and looked out the window as they drove. He didn’t know where their new flat was, if Harry would hold true to his promise, or where their life together was heading. He did know one thing though, he wanted to be with this boy for the rest of his life. They had one fucked up relationship, but it worked. Misery was their thing.

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A/N2: Only 1 more part! The "end" part. It will explain what happened that made them break up and Louis go into therapy and what not and where they are today! Vote, comment, follow, blah blah blah you know the drill! x