Harry is famous, Louis isn't. They meet in a club, and when Louis doesn't follow through with his motto (fuck before feelings) and lets Harry stay the night, things get complicated.
WARNING: Rape (minor), might be triggering, no hate to Nick Grimshaw in anyway.
Louis screamed, pushing him away “Get off me, get the fuck off me!” Nick didn’t seem to like that, and he twisted Louis’ wrist so far back he heard a snap. Louis whimpered in pain and sobbed when he felt Nick take his nipple in his mouth, sucking on it.
“Such a pretty little princess aren’t you, wearing these little panties expecting not to be fucked…” Nick slipped his shirt off, smirking, “Not so strong now without your little alpha? Fucking showing you off like the fucking twink you are”.
Nick slipped Louis’ panties off, and smirked, stroking himself. “Ready baby?” Louis beat his fists against him, but Nick grabbed his hands and put it over his head, “Uh uh, I don’t think so. Time to show you what a real alpha’s cock feels like”.
Nick slammed into Louis, and then the world became red.
In the midst of this happening, Louis remembers his head banging against the wall, and blood dripping from his mouth. He remembers feeling pain, all around him, from his core to his finger tips. He remembers Nick sucking bruising marks into his skin, and his fingernails clipping his hips. Only Harry was supposed to touch him like this. Nobody else.
Sobbing, he whimpered “N-need Harry, wh-where-“ but it was cut off when Nick smacked him across the face. As he fell in and out of consciousness, he finally felt relief. Crumpling onto the floor, he saw Harry screaming as he punched Nick mercilessly, pounding his face in.
“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!” He roared, his alpha blood coursing through his veins as he inflicted beatings onto Nick. Nick was laughing as he was beaten, making Louis shiver.
“Nice tight arse he got on him”, and clutched his stomach as Harry delivered a blow to it.
“YOU SICK FUCK I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Harry grabbed Nick by the collar and lifted him up, punching him against the wall. Suddenly, Matt and Paul, their security barged in and pulled Harry off of him. Harry took deep breaths and spat on Nick one more time, before swiftly kicking him in the side. “Dump him in the street. Make sure he fucking feels it.”
Hiccuping weakly, Louis reached out for Harry, his wrist falling limply, “H-h-har-ry” He whimpered, and Harry snapped out of his rage, and fell to his knees, collecting Louis in his arms. Louis was shaking, he couldn’t stop, and his body was bloody and beaten.
“Baby, oh no, baby, I’m here now, I’m here, c’mon” He turned his head and told Eleanor to call for their personal doctor. Getting up, Harry rushed Louis into the shower, walking in with his clothes on while Louis was shivering, his underwear around his ankles being the only article of clothing he had on. Gently, Harry coaxed him in and held him as blood washed off of Louis.
Harry held him in a tight grip, his hand on the back of Louis’ head as he tried to take his pain away. Harry wanted to absorb the pain Louis had endured, and take it away forever, lock it in his heart so Louis would never know. When Louis began to whimper he shushed him, kissing his ear.
“It’s okay baby, m’here, you’re safe, you’re safe” Harry repeated this mantra until the words were just spilling out of his mouth, loosing their meaning . When Louis was properly washed, Harry wrapped a towel around him and picked him up, pulling his shirt over him and cautiously pulling a pair of boxers on, mindful of his bum. When Louis sat down he whined in pain, and Harry rushed over on his knees, holding him.
The doctor came in, and asked Harry to leave the room. Physically, Harry had to be dragged out as he screamed to be let back in, but to no avail. When he was pushed into the hallway after a 2 man effort, he finally broke down, falling onto their perfectly polished floor and crying into his hands.
After an hour, to Harry at least , it was only 30 minutes, the Doctor finally came out and told Harry he could come in. Placing his hands on his thighs he stood up from his squat on the floor and took a deep breath. “I-is he okay?”
“A broken wrist, some scratches along his back, minor concussion and a rectal tear” The doctor responded without a hitch, and handed Harry bottles of pills. “For the pain, but I do recommend he see a therapist. The emotional trauma for a rape effects everyone differently, and he may not show symptoms now, but they will appear in the future”. He gave Harry a sympathetic look and handed him a slip of paper, “This is the best therapist I know. Call him”.
Harry stood there, dumbstruck, with a bottle of pills in one hand and a piece of paper in the other, “He’s not okay?” he whispered in a broken voice, his brain not being able to process rape, emotional trauma, pain, symptoms. Today was their anniversary for christ’s sake, he should be feeding Louis crème puffs and both of them drinking the bottle of wine Harry bought for tonight, not this.
Harry had failed. He had failed Louis.
Sorry it took so long :( I had midterms and yeah. But here it is. 20 notes for the next one... Hope you all liked it.. xx -Jess
