Take It Back

"So soft," Louis muttered as his fingers glided across Harry's arm. Harry was cuddled tightly into him as he slept, tears staining his flushed cheeks.

Louis thought Harry cried a lot in his sleep after he killed Oliver, but that was nothing compared to how much he cried every time he fell asleep now.

Now, it's more like tsunami tides rolling down his thin cheeks, clutching onto Louis like he would die if he didn't have him. And Louis was truly in heaven.

Why hadn't he thought of this sooner?

Having Harry cry without him there was amazing. Having Harry do whatever he needed to have Louis stay was fantastic.

And Louis was only getting started with his new Harry.

"L-Lou?" Harry sniffled as he woke up dazed. He looked up to see Louis staring at him intensely, causing him to duck his head in embarrassment when he felt how wet his face was.

'He called me 'Lou', fuck he's so cute,' Louis gushed mentally, wanting nothing more than to eat him up.

"I cried again?" Louis nodded, maneuvering Harry so he would rest his head against his chest. Harry followed silently and willingly.

'Fucking amazing.'

"So Doll, we need to have a little discussion." Green eyes were glazed as they stared up at him. He was so pretty Louis could hardly stand it. And the bruises and cuts only added to the beauty Harry possessed.

"Yes?" Harry asked, biting his nail anxiously. Louis tugged his hand away from his mouth.

"First, you need to stop doing that, you're already bleeding." Harry ducked his head again, muttering a soft apology. Louis ran a hand through his curls.

"Second, we need to discuss the deal with George." Harry's eyes widen, his heart racing.

"W-Why? W-What about it?"

"You ran away from me. You know that was apart of our deal. You try to escape, he stays here forever. But I don't exactly like having a snake that goes behind my back so I'll just kill him instead since he doesn't have your protection anymore." Harry went rigid in his arms, his face draining of the slight color he had.

"H-How—"

"George only told Zayn, expecting him to tell me so he wouldn't bother me, but of course Zayn would hide something like that. But I always find out everything, anyway," Louis muttered. He moved so Harry was on his back, himself hovering over his beaten figure.

He looked so delicious when he was bruised and scarred.

"P-Please, w-what can I do to reinstate the deal?" Harry didn't move anything other than his lips as he stayed tense underneath Louis.

"Have sex with me." Harry flinched at the word.

Sex.

The very thought alone terrified him, but he couldn't just let Louis hurt George.

Even though he did what he did despite knowing that it would get him killed.

His emotions and morals have been haywire since he got here.

"I—" Harry let out a shaky breath. "O-Okay," he squeaked, closing his eyes to brace himself. Louis smirked down at him.

He's ready to give that pale skin bruises he created out of pleasure.

And a little bit of pain.

Louis leaned down and placed a soft peck against Harry's chapped lips, pressing another quickly after. He let himself linger a little longer, letting his hand slip under Harry's shirt.

Harry was stiff, his heart beating a thousand miles a minute. He tried to get Niall out of his head, tried to imagine it wasn't Louis because even though he's terrified of Niall, he's still scared of what Louis will do to him.

Louis just isn't a gentle person and Harry can barely sit up without pain searing through him. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't even given time to properly heal before he has to take another cock up his ass.

"Relax, I'll make you feel good. I'll be gentle considering your circumstances," Louis whispered against his skin, latching onto a very visible spot on Harry's neck.

He sucked on it lightly as his hand wandered up to Harry's chest, pinching his nippled between his fingertips.

Harry bit the back of his hand to hold back a moan, his head tossed to the side which gave Louis more access to his neck.

There were still hints of bruising on Harry's neck from what Louis can only assume would be Niall strangling him. The thought of Niall touching Harry fired up his anger but he kept it at bay.

He had to be gentle to gain Harry's trust.

At least, he had to be gentle this time.

"Don't bite down on your hand, I wanna hear how good I make you feel," Louis whispered in his ear, lining their crotches up together. He grinded himself down onto Harry, twitching when Harry let out a moan.

He could listen to that on repeat every day.

He sat up and took both of their shirts off, looking down at how bad Harry actually looked.

Everything was healing but there was no doubt that he would have scars for the rest of his life, reminding him of those torturous 5 days.

But Harry would look hot with scars so Louis didn't really mind.

Louis surged down and took one of Harry's nipples into his mouth, putting his fingers to Harry's lips. Harry opened slightly and the other man pushed them into his mouth, waiting until they were covered with a decent amount of spit before taking them out. Louis began to kiss down Harry's torso, loving the way his body reacted to every single press of his lips. He reached down to put a finger at his entrance, teasing the rim. Harry tensed up at the feeling, trembling in fear at the terrifying feeling.

'It's not him, it's not him, itsnothim—'

"Harry, it's okay," Louis whispered, looking up with comforting eyes.

Harry knew they were fake, but he gave into them anyway.

He couldn't take it if he didn't at least pretend that Louis genuinely cared for him.

The blue-eyed man slowly pushed one finger in as Harry relaxed, kissing him softly to distracted him. He moved it slowly, adding a second when Harry's body began to move on its own.

After three, he positioned himself between Harry's pale legs, lacing their hands together.

"I love you, my Queen," Louis whispered, thrusting in all at once. Harry gasped in pain, squeezing Louis' hands tightly as they kept him pinned down. "Tell me when I can move," Louis grunted out, attacking Harry's collarbones with gentle nips.

"M-Move," Harry breathed out, throwing his head back when Louis began to thrust into him. Harry felt pain, but this pain only added to the pleasure Louis was giving him.

Even if this was bad pain, it still felt so good.

Harry tightened his grip on Louis' hands to try and ground himself, wrapping his legs around Louis' waist to pull him closer. Harry let out a loud moan, pulling Louis in for another kiss.

He had to please Louis. He couldn't let him hurt George.

He couldn't let Niall get to him.

He couldn't let him leave.

He can't be alone.

Niall would come for him again.

'He can't leave, I'll make sure he won't want too.'

"God, you're fucking amazing," Louis moaned in his ear, reaching between their bodies to grab Harry's member in his hand. "Come for me, and the deal will be reinstated, just like you wanted." Harry threw his head back in bliss as Louis pounded into his prostate over and over while jerking him off. And as if he was under a spell, he came as he was commanded.

And Louis couldn't hold himself back any longer.

He thrust harshly into the boy, ignoring his whimpers as he used him as a toy.

"K-King, i-it hurts," Harry whispered with tears in his eyes and that was all it took to push Louis over the edge. Just hearing how that delicate voice called out to him was too much.

"God, I love you, Harry. I love you so fucking much," Louis whispered sweetly in his ear. Harry, with closed eyes and a calm face, wrapped his arms around Louis' torso.

"Don't ever leave me," he whispered, opening his suddenly emotionless eyes to stare up at the ceiling. Louis smirked.

"Never."