The End of the Dream

"You look so good, my Queen," a voice whispered in his ear. Everything was blurred around him, his eyes fighting to stay open. Harry faintly felt a hand touching his chest, slowly skimming down his body. Harry flinched as the hand went below his pants.

"S-Stop—" Harry was cut off by lips pressing to his harshly. Harry opened his eyes despite how the light hurt them, looking to see a faceless man on top of him. He tried to bring his arms up to push the man away, but he couldn't move. He looked up to see he was tied up.

The naked man straddled him, disconnecting their lips and began to grind down on the dazed boy.

"G-Get off—" Harry said, but the man shoved a cloth in his mouth.

"Why should I?" Harry's eyes widened as the man's face slowly began to appear on the faceless figure. "You owe me one, Queen," Oliver sneered as he pressed kisses down Harry's chest. He pulled Harry's pants and underwear off of him, spreading his legs. Harry began to shake his head frantically, tugging at the restraints and trying to close his legs. Oliver only smirked, throwing the boy's legs over his shoulders as he shoved a dry finger inside of him.

Harry let out a muffled scream, trying to wiggle away, but Oliver placed a hand on his hip, keeping his body pinned.

"You're so tight, I can't wait to feel you around me," he growls in lust, leaning down to take Harry into his mouth while adding two more fingers. He scissored his fingers as he moved his head, looking up at Harry who was sobbing in pain. He pulled off with a smirk, moving up Harry's body while shoving his fingers in deeper. He pulled the gag out of Harry's mouth causing the boy to cough and gasp.

Oliver stared down at him with lustful, angry eyes.

"P-Please. S-Stop—"

"Why should I listen to you?" Suddenly, Oliver's body had cuts and gashes covering his bloody body. He lets his lips brush Harry as he pulls the fingers out of the boy's abused hole. "I don't know what you're so worried about, it's not like I have anything to fuck you with." Harry looked down to see blood covering his crotch and he screamed. Oliver grabbed his chin harshly, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "You watched him hurt me, you did nothing as he cut off my dick, and then you told him to kill me." Harry blinked and Oliver's head was gone from his body causing blood to pour onto Harry's naked body. "You're the reason my head is gone." He forced Harry's head to look over beside him on the other side of the bed when Oliver's severed head was lying and talking.

"G-Go away—"

"I'll never get to see my wife or kids ever again!" Oliver screamed and his body began to tremble on top of Harry.

"I-I'm s-sorry!" Harry cried as he began to hyperventilate, trying to break the cuffs that bound him to this hell.

"My wife is going to have to tell my 9-year-old daughter that her daddy isn't coming back!"

"I'm sorr—"

"My 1-year old boy will grow up without a father!"

"I-I didn't w-want you to die—"

"My unborn child will never get to hear her daddy's voice! She'll never get to meet her father!"

"I-I'm sorry—"

"I'm sorry!" Harry screamed as he shot up from his bed, his breathing erratic as he tried to comprehend what was going on. He looked around to see he was in his room alone, only the light from the hallway entering his door. Footsteps approached his door and when it opened, it revealed Louis, who looked at him and sighed. He walked over and climbed into bed with Harry, pulling the boy on to his lap, holding him close to his chest. Harry didn't fight him, only holding on to his shirt tightly as he calmed himself down.

"Another nightmare?" Louis asked, brushing his fingers through Harry's hair. Harry nodded, finally calming down. It's been a week since Harry had to choose between killing Oliver of George. He's refused to eat or leave the room, the only person he's seen since then was Louis. He's also had a nightmare every night since then.

Louis hummed, rocking them back and forth slowly. He ran a comforting hand through Harry's soft curls, holding Harry tightly.

"You know, every time I leave the room to go to the bathroom or get a drink, you're having a nightmare when I come back to bed," Louis told him, resting his head on top of the frightened boy. Harry bit his lip as he felt his heartbeat starting to go down gradually.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to burden you." He didn't care, actually, he loved to burden him with things if it'd make him as miserable as he had made Harry. Louis only smiled, pressing a kiss to Harry's curls.

"Makes me feel like you need me, even if you don't want to admit it." Harry rolled his eyes at that, untangled himself from Louis and rolling over to his side of the bed, facing the wall. He climbed back under the covers and he felt Louis do the same.

"Why would you want that?" Harry asked quietly, not even flinching when Louis began to spoon him. Louis pulled him close, breathing in his scent.

'So disgusting.' Harry thought.

"Because I love you. What's wrong with wanting you to be completely dependant on me? I want you to need me and no one else. I want you to love me and only me and I'll do the same in return." Louis whispered, pressing kisses against the boy's neck. Harry scoffed.

"You act like love is an emotion you can even have." Louis only tightened his grip on Harry's waist, chuckling tauntingly.

"What does it matter to me if you don't think I can love? I know that I love you, I know that I'll kill anyone who touches you to tries to take you from me. Oliver knew what the price he was going to have to pay was and he still did it. He deserved what he got." Harry tensed at the mention of the dead man's name, closing his eyes in fear and regret coursed through his veins.

"If you loved me you wouldn't have made me do something like that. I'm not like you, I haven't been around death and murder and torture my whole life. I'm trying to understand your point of view but you don't give a shit about how I feel or how I'm now completely traumatized. I can't even get a good night sleep because of what you forced me to do and you don't even care," Harry sneered, tears stubbornly making their way out of his eyes without his consent.

"I just figured you'd want to punish him for what he did to you—"

"I don't even know what he did to me!" Harry turned around, yelling at Louis. Louis looked shocked to see tears staining Harry's flushed face. "Out of all the things I've been through since you've brought me here, why would something I don't even know the details to bother me? I know you're going to eventually do the same thing so why would whatever he did bother me? At least I didn't have to deal with the pain of it. I was more freaked out by the drugs than what he may or may not have done!" Harry screamed, turning his head into the pillow.

For once, Louis was at a loss for words.

But that didn't last very long.

"Oh, my beautiful darling, your a precious Doll to me and anyone who hurts or threatens to hurt you will pay for it. I know you're having a hard time, but you need to trust me." Harry let out a laugh of disbelief.

"You're the last person I would ever trust." Harry's tears stop flowing, never being one to cry for a very long period unless he was having a panic attack or hysterical.

"I'm the only one you can trust, I only want what's best for you. I can give you anything you want, anything you need or desire." Harry turned back away from Louis, not wanting to look at him anymore. Louis pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. "I can give you the world, all I need is your love and devotion. I want you to listen without a doubt that it's the best thing, I want you to trust me enough for you to follow every order with no hesitation."

"So if I submitted to you completely, you'd be happy?" Harry asked, no emotion in his voice. He closed his eyes as exhaustion began to take over once again. Louis hummed, nuzzling his head into the back of Harry's head, squeezing him softly.

"Yeah, I really would. I really don't think it's that much to ask," he whispered, and Harry could feel his smile on his skin. Louis reaches up and grabs Harry's hand, lacing their fingers together.

"That's way too much to ask of me." Harry didn't pull his hand away from Louis' but didn't grab his hand back.

"But that's all I want from you. I'd be so happy." Harry felt himself slowly drifting into unconsciousness as he spoke one last time.

"Then I'll never submit to you," Harry whispered so quietly that he could barely hear himself.

But Louis heard him loud and clear.

And he only smirked in a silent reply.