Louis and Harry had been best friends pretty much since birth. their parents were best friends, and they were born around the same time, harry being only a month and about twenty days apart. they almost never left each other's side, and they did everything together. they were both good kids around other people, but louis had an unknown bad side...

~kindergarten~

louis passed harry a very pointy pencil. harry took it in his hand and looked at louis with a confused expression.

"what's this for? i have a pencil, louis. here you go, you can have it back." harry offered the pencil to louis.

Louis shook his head, "no, harry. it's for you. i want you to poke mckenzie with it. like, really hard."

harry looked at him with wide eyes, "louis, i can't do that!" he lowered his whispers, "i'll get in trouble."

"so?"

mrs. jarray stopped her lesson to walk to the back of the room to where louis and harry were. they both looked up at her with wide eyes. "is there something wrong, boys?"

"no," they both said in unison and shook their heads.

"okay, but i don't want to have any more interruptions, capisce?"
(btw idk if y'all knew this but that's how you spell kapeesh or whatever isn't that neat hehe got the spelling from oitnb)

they both nodded their heads and mrs. jarray continued her teaching. louis nudged harry with his arm and tilted his head toward mckenzie.

"louis, no," harry whispered when mrs. jarray wasn't looking, "I'm not doing that. you're crazy!"

louis sighed and rested his chin in his hands. they continued the rest of school without another word about the pencil or mckenzie.

~second grade~

louis and harry were walking with the rest of the class down to recess. they were at the back of the line, and the teacher was at the front. they were walking down the stairs when louis got a smirk on his face.

"what? what are you smiling about? do i have something on my clothes?" harry inspected his shirt.

"no. harry, i just got a good idea," louis turned to him, "i dare you— no, triple dog dare you to push lilly down the stairs."

harry gave him a 'are you insane?' kind of look, "louis, i'm not pushing lilly down the stairs. me and her are friends. it's not nice to hurt people."

louis rolled his eyes, "harry, you're so boring! man up and push her down the stairs."

"pushing girls down the stairs isn't being a man, it's being rude. i'm not doing that, you're crazy."

louis huffed and crossed his arms. at recess he didn't speak to harry, or anyone. he sat on the bench and continued to be angry. harry spent recess playing tag with lilly, max, dakota, and samuel.

~fifth grade~

louis and harry's friendship couldn't be stronger. they've grown closer over the past few years. harry was starting to feel emotions he couldn't explain. any time someone would ask him if he liked anyone, they would start naming girls in their grade, and harry would feel no emotion when they said their names. now, when they would say boys names, he would get a small fluttering in his chest. he didn't know what homosexuality was, given him only being ten, so he never told anyone about it, in case it was something bad.

they were all sitting at lunch one day, and harry was talking to louis about the fluttering in his chest when boys names were mentioned.

"harry, that means you like boys instead of girls. my dad says that's called being gay or something."

"oh. is it bad?"

"i dunno. my dad says he doesn't really like it, but my mom says it's okay if you're gay."

"oh, okay. just.. don't tell anyone, okay? people might make fun of me."

louis nodded, "alright. i won't tell anyone."

"pinky promise?"

"yep," louis pinky-promised harry and they continued to eat their lunch.

harry came back to school the next day with kids looking at him and hiding giggles. harry sat down in confusion. he turned to his friend becky, "becky, why is everyone looking at me?"

she leaned in close and whispered, "louis told everyone that you like boys."

harry could feel his cheeks go red with anger. he balled up his fists and clenched his jaw. he stood up and made sure the whole class knew. he looked around for louis and spotted him talking to a few of his other friends.

"Louis!" harry screeched at the top of his lungs. everyone turned to him, and many of the kids jumped. louis turned to him with a look of disbelief on his face. he opened his mouth to speak when the teacher walked over to harry. the teacher pulled harry in to the hallway, asking her assistant to watch over the class while she was out.

"harry!" she shout-whispered, "what has gotten in to you? you can't be screaming like that."

harry could feel tears start to form, "it was louis!"

"what was louis? harry, i can't do anything unless you tell me what happened."

"he told everyone that i like boys. he pinky promised, miss jones!"

"okay, okay, shh. calm down, harry. it's okay, i'll talk to hi—"

harry stomped his foot, "no, miss jones, it's not okay! louis needs to go to the office!"

"harry, i'm going to talk him, jus—"

"no! miss jones, listen to me, louis is crazy!"

louis and harry's friendship  wasn't as strong after fifth grade. they went through middle school saying they hated each other, but neither of them actually did, they just didn't want to initiate a friendship themselves.

three years. three years of unnecessary "hatefulness".

~ninth grade~

harry had been openly gay all through middle school. there was no point in saying he wasn't when pretty much the whole grade knew anyway.

louis opened his locker to find a note,
Meet me in the bathroom before lunch
                        Harry

it felt like a thousand bricks had been lifted off of louis's shoulders. he thought that harry actually did hate him all throughout middle school, and to get a note from him felt amazing. of course, it could mean that harry wanted to fight him, but that was unlikely, and frankly, louis didn't care.

before lunch louis went straight to the bathroom. harry was standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair. louis hadn't actually looked at harry in the last three years and to see him made him get butterflies. harry didn't know louis liked him, and louis didn't know harry had a massive crush on him as well. harry turned to see louis and walked up to him.

"u-uh.. hey, h-harry. how's it goin—"

harry cupped his hands around louis's face. he interrupted him with a deep kiss, throwing louis off guard. he'd been dreaming about this for so long and for it to finally happen...

he could feel the heat go south. he slowly pushed harry off of him and looked in to his beautiful green eyes. louis was quite flustered, but harry seemed the opposite.

"harry.. why did you do that?"

harry threw his arms up in to the air, "god, louis. isn't it obvious?"

"uh, n-no?"

harry placed his palm on his forehead, "louis, why do people normally kiss each other?"

"because they love them? i don't—" louis's mouth formed an 'o' shape, "oooohhhh! i get it! you're practicing on me because you love someone and you want to ki—"

harry sighed, "louis, come here."

harry pulled louis in to a stall and began palming him through his pants. louis was confused and thrown off, but he suddenly got it. harry didn't love someone else, he loved him. he started to gently tug on harry's hair. harry began to pepper wet, sloppy kisses down louis's neck, making sure to leave small, but still noticeable, marks. louis started to moan, but harry stopped him, "shh, you don't want to get in trouble, do you?"

"n-no," louis quietly whimpered.

harry made his way up to louis's earlobe and began to gently nibble on it. "harry, i'm c-close."

"good," harry seductively whispered into louis's ear. that pushed him over the edge. hearing the lust in harry's voice turned him on all too much.

harry took a step back and admired the sight before him. "did you enjoy that?" harry asked with a smirk.

"god, yes," louis responded through pants.

harry chuckled, "you have a spot on your pants."

louis looked down to see a wet spot on his joggers, "harry!"

"hey, it's your cum. i never said you had to have an orgasm," he slapped louis's ass and walked out of the stall. louis quickly followed, "you're not gonna help me with this?" louis pointed at his pants.

"that's your problem, sweet cheeks. what i can help you with is making another one of those tomorrow, if you want."

"you're crazy."

"as if i haven't heard that before. see you here tomorrow." harry clicked his tongue and winked before walking out of the bathroom.

"i'm not coming here tomorrow," louis said just above a whisper.
who am i kidding? of course i'm coming here tomorrow.

louis got cleaned up and made his way down to lunch. he looked over at harry, who winked at him. a blush crept up his cheeks as he sat down at his table. he couldn't wait until tomorrow.

~fourteen years later~

"louis, do we have any more meat downstairs?"

"one sec, i'll go look." louis walked down to the basement. there were bones and blood splatters everywhere. such a familiar sight. such a nice sight.

he walked back up stairs to harry, "no, we're out."

"welp," harry responded, "here, you do the vegetables. i'll go get some, okay?"

"do you want any help? it's hunting season, harry. they have guns. do you want me to come with you?"

harry planted a small kiss on his husband's forehead, "don't worry, babe. i won't be long."

"okay," they shared a small kiss, "be careful."

"i will. bye, i love you."

"love you too."

harry walked out the door, rifle in hand. he came back about half an hour later with a girl. she looked to be in her mid twenties. she had medium length brown hair and pretty green eyes. harry carried her downstairs and strapped her to The Chair. louis always found harry extra hot when he was carrying people in from outside.

the girl was screaming and crying, a familiar sound to the two.
"there's no point in screaming, honey. it's not going to get you untied."

"please," she sobbed, "please, let me go. i won't tell anyone, i promise. just.. please."

"if you don't be quiet there are going to be some serious consequences, understand?"

"yes, but please! let me go!" the girl began to struggle against her restraints.

"louis, dear, get me the knife please."

the girl's eyes widened, "what? no, no, please! god, no! please, i'll be quiet!"

"honey, this knife is going to be the least of your worries."

the girls breathing became quicker and more panicked. harry could see the fear in her eyes, and god, he loved it. louis can back with the knife and offered it to harry.

"louis, why don't you do this one? you haven't done one in a while."

louis's face lit up, and he planted a small kiss on harry's lips. he walked over to the crying girl in the chair.
"please, no. i'll do anythi—" her sentence was interrupted by screams as louis dug the knife in to her thigh. she began to cry even more, tears soaking her shirt and face.

louis walked over to harry, who happily wrapped his arms around him.
"harry?"

harry looked down at his husband with a smile, "hm?"

"we're crazy."