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He jerked awake when his doorbell rung. He didn't want to get up. He didn't want to do anything.
The doorbell rung again. And again. And again. Then it stopped.
Louis sighed in relief and turned over to recollect his last memories of sleep when stomping sounds came from outside his room.
His heart starting racing and aNY chance of falling back asleep was completely crushed. Who was in his house? Certainly no one he knew would ring the bell and/or stomp through his home.
Suddenly his door swung open and he jumped to his headboard in shock to see Harry's angry face waiting at the door.
"When I knock, you answer the door," He said almost menacingly, "I will only knock once. You don't want to know what will happen if I knock more."
Harry slowly walked closer and visibly relaxed when he saw Louis terrified gaze.
"I will be easy on you today since it's you're first day."
Louis tried to sink into his mattress but his duvet was ripped off his body creating a cold draft. He curled into himself to prevent freezing to death.
He just wanted Harry to go away now. All in five minutes his day was ruined. Sure, he didn't have any actual plans, but he would've at least wanted to wake up relaxed.
Harry slowly started to crawl on all fours on Louis' bed. His eyes were dark holes and it scared Louis more. But then Harry leaned down to his lips. He tried to move but Harry's monstrous hands kept his head in place.
Harry's eyes had closed and his lips were sinking into Louis' but Louis wasn't responding. His eyes were open staring at Harry's closed ones that used to hold innocence and kindness. He was an angel but now he has transformed into a demon.
Harry quickly pulled back and Louis tensed for what would happen because he didn't kiss back, but Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his hand making a disgusted sound.
Louis hoped for a second that Harry realized that he was useless because wasn't gay but all Harry said was: "What the hell died in your mouth!?"
Louis' spirit was crushed when he realized he was still going to have to endure what Harry wanted.
"Go brush your teeth, now." There was no point in trying to argue because he really did have a bad taste in his mouth but did nothing about it.
He didn't want to let Harry win but he had no choice in the matter. He didn't want to experience have his ribs slowly crushed either.
Once Harry got off of him, he rushed to the bathroom and shut the door as quickly as possible to prevent Harry from coming in. He locked it but made no move to be personally hygienic. Slowly sliding down the door to his knees, he started to cry.
He missed the old Harry. The Harry that laughed with him when he lost in Mario Kart. The Harry that cooked him and the boys a sweet mashed potato dinner during boot camp in the X-factor. The Harry that cried with him when they lost, never to return again.
The Harry that he loved and cared for.
This Harry was bitter. He was rough against Louis' gentle body.
If Louis was a box that had been shipped some where and had been marked 'FRAGILE' in big red letters, Harry was the dumb teenager that had came along and ignored the warning and shook up the box really hard and then ran away not care about what's inside.
Louis passed out on the bathroom floor with tears dried on his face.
He wanted his Harry and he will do anything to bring him back.