-Harry's Point of View-

I woke up with a moan. I went to stretch out my limbs, but then realized my boyfriend, was underneath me. I smiled and kissed his sleeping body. He looked so peaceful. I stroked his dyed purple and black fringe. I observed him. Carefully, not creepily. I looked at his plugs. How they had our flag design on them. His lip piercing and snakebites. I'd be lying if I said kissing him with those piercings didn't make things more interesting. I looked at his body. Closely. Then I noticed something I didn't notice before. Little dots. Little circular burns. Cigarette burns. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. How could someone burn him. Treat him like an ashtray. Who would? A maniac. A terrible person. I placed a feather light touch onto his scars. He moaned in his sleep. I smiled. I pressed a kiss to his neck. He giggled. I blew a raspberry in his neck he full on laughed. His eyes remain shut however.

"Harry! Shut up. I'm tired." He whined. I grinned.

"Louis. It's 8 in the morning. I outdid my stay." I whispered pushing his fringe away.

"Stay. You're a good pillow." He sleepily mumbled.

"Louis I have classes at 10." I told him. He groaned.

"Why is it Monday. Monday's are stupid." I rolled my eye.

"Louis. Please?" He sighed and got up opening his eyes. He stretched out his arms. He walked off into the kitchen and filled up a cup of water, before pulling pill bottles out of the cabinet. I leaned against the beam on the wall and watched him.

"What are those for? Sleep wrong?" I asked approaching him. He shook his head and popped in the pills with a swig of water.

"Anxiety stuff. Depression meds. Lung crap" He listed. My eyes widened.

"You take all that?" He nodded drinking the rest of the water.

"Everyday. Or else I might try to 'hurt myself' or 'hurt others'. Or have breathing attacks. Or have 'mental breakdowns' Whatever that means." He chuckled.

"How is that funny?" I asked seriously. His face changed to sympathy.

"No. No. No! Haz it's not a big deal. I'm better see. Happy Louis. Happy Hazza. Happy couple." He assured.

"But you have to take all that-"

"I know. First it looks scary, but I'm fine. I promise." He smiled. I smiled back weakly.

"Okay." He kissed my cheek.

"Go to school. Want me to walk you?" He asked.

"I'll grab a cab it's fine." He nodded. He cupped my cheek.

"Hey, I'm fine alright. Don't worry about it. Okay? I'm used to it." I nodded weakly. "Haz. Don't zone on me." I smiled

"Yes Mum." I joked. He rolled his eyes.

"Go to school!" He said pushing me towards the door. He handed me my stuff. I pecked his cheek goodbye and left.

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"What the Hell Harry! I was worried sick! You didn't call or text!" Liam shouted at me. I frowned with guilt on my bed as I got ready for classes.

"I'm sorry Liam! Okay I'm sorry!" I apologized. He shook his head and sighed. He sat down on my bed.

"So you slept with him?" He asked.

"Yeah in the innocent at though." Liam punched my arm. "Well sorry if I'm still a virgin!" I said throwing my hands up in the air.

"You are not. Liar." He chuckled.

"I am with guys. So shut up." I blushed.

"Yeah but most guys are guy virgins."

"Most guys don't like other guys dick shoved up their arse either but hey Queer kid!" I said making my signature cupcake face.

"Whatever. Where'd you get those pants? I haven't seen you wear them?" Liam asked.

"Oh they're Louis'." I told him. He let out a chortle and grabbed his bag.

"Kay lover boy. See you after class." I waved him goodbye.

-Louis Point of View-

I walked into the parlor 10 minutes late. Thankfully, Niall wasn't pissed.

"Sorry I'm late I just-"

"Was with your boyfriend?" Niall interrupted leaning over the counter to speak softly. I looked over at the customer. Newbie. Nice.

"Kinda. Who is?" I pointed over to her.

"Girl named Bella. Booked for now basically. Asked for you." I furrowed my brow. "I don't know. She called last night." I nodded. I walked over to Bella, and realized it was the girl I met at Harry's school.

"Hi Louis!" She smiled eagerly. I smiled back.

"Hey, how'd you find out I work here?" I asked slipping my hands into my pockets.

"Sources. I was just hoping for a stencil. I just want a test run." She told me. I ushered her over to a seat and got out the stuff. I heard Niall playing his guitar again and humming. This is what makes this job awesome. We can do whatever, as long as we do our jobs. "So Louis, you and Harry are quite close." She smirked. I gulped.

"Yeah. We're um... Good friends." She nodded.

"So how'd you meet?"

"He got his first tattoo here. Speaking of which, where do you want the..." She pulled her shirt down her shoulders, exposing cleavage. Mass amounts of it.

"My shoulder." She told me. I nodded. "So did you know Harry's gay?" She asked.

"Yeah I knew."

"Then why are you friends with him?" She asked. My body tensed.

"I don't judge."

"Aren't you afraid he's gonna like rape you or something? Give you aids? Isn't that what gay boys do?" She chuckled. I felt it. I felt it happening inside me. Along with the anger, there was fear and remembrance.

"N-no I'm not. He's a good g-guy he wouldn't h-hurt anything or a-anyone." I stuttered out.

"But he will. He's a whore. Don't you think." Before I could even touch her. I was out. I ran away from her. Into the back. And then it began.

The attacks. The flashbacks. Everything.

«Flashback«

"Alex don't. Please. Don't." I mumbled. Tears fell on my cheeks as he kept kissing me. He held me down so I couldn't resist. I couldn't fight back anyways, I was weak.

"Louis. Your skin is so soft. You're so pretty Loubear." He smiled. He bit into my shoulder. I couldn't help but cry out. Not from pain. From fear. For help. Even though we were the only two people in the house.

"Alex please. Please don't." I cried. I felt his hand wander down to the hem of my boxers.

"So beautiful." He smiled. He peeled them off. Along with his. I shut my eyes.

No. No. No. No.

"Please don't touch me there Alex. Please." I sobbed. I felt his hands travel all over my frail body. Leaving kisses. More unwanted then ever.

"Where do you want me to touch you Louis? I know you wanna be touched." He growled. I sobbed harder. He was about to touch my "Manhood", when I swatted his hand away. Anger took his body over, as he slammed his forearm over my neck.

"TRY THAT AGAIN LOUIS. TRY! I'M GONNA MAKE YOU SUFFER YOU WHORE." He screamed. I squeezed my eyes shut.

I couldn't fight back. He'd kill me.

It's not like I didn't wanna die anyways.

»Flashback Over»

"Louis breathe. Shh. It's okay. It's alright bud." Niall cooed. I didn't even realize I was curled up into a ball on the floor as a bag was held to my mouth. I could see Bella out of the corner of my eye. I slowly regained my breath as I took it off my mouth. Niall rubbed me back.

"Hospital?" He asked. I shook my head weakly like always. "Sleep?" I nodded. He helped me up.

"Where... Where is my phone?" I asked. My voice sounded weird. Niall picked it up off the floor. It must have fallen from my pocket. I unlocked the IPhone and looked at my background. It was Harry and I skating. I smiled.

"Hey Bella?" I spoke up with my rigid voice. Her worried head looked at my tired blue eyes.

"Harry's my amazing. So f*ck off with your sh*t opinions. Nobody asked you anything. And you have no right to intrude on his life. So do the world a favor, Stop bagging on boyfriend. And if anyone's the whore, it's you."

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More of Alex's game of flashbacks. But go Louis for being an awesome boyfriend. Kinda suckish chapter. SMUT link will be up soon. And in case you didn't already know, it isn't GONNA count yet. It's just gonna be Harry and Louis, but.... If it's on my Crayons account (Yes Crayons) it's not official yet.