*Mentions of rape*

Louis's POV

I laid on the bed wide awake waiting for Harry to return. It was almost midnight and I was becoming more worried by the second. It wasn't like him to come home this late, and even if he did, he'd at least call me beforehand and warn me about it.

I heard the front door slam shut downstairs and sagged with relief. He's back.

Harry barged into the room with a hazy look in his eyes startling me.

"Harry are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm done w-waiting for you you s-slut. Why w-won't you give it to m-me huh? I'm p-pretty sure y-you've fucked m-many people b-before d-dating me y-you whore." Harry slurred.

"Harry you don't mean that..." I brokenly trailed off.

"I'm going to fuck you right now, wether you like it or not." He growled. My throat ran dry.

This was the first time I felt afraid of my Harry. My adorably sweet Harry. I regarded him with a look of sheer terror and slightly backed away from him, but he seemed unfazed.

He pounced on me and started unbuttoning my shirt with one hand while he used the other to seize my hands together and stop my attempts to resist him.

"Harry please stop. You don't want to do this." I sobbed.

"Shut up and stop moving, it'll be easier for the both of us." He snapped.

Harry managed to strip all my garments off and I now lay naked beneath his body. I could see the hungry look in his eyes intensifying which only caused me to sob harder. I can't believe Harry will do this to me, this has to be some sort of a nightmare.

"Harry please don't do this to me. Don't you love me Harry? I'm your Louis, Harry remember? You said you'd wait for me."

"I said shut the fuck up!" He roared as he slapped me, hard.

His grip on my waist tightened when I began to wriggle, trying to escape his encasement of me, and I was sure that I now had Harry's fingerprints tattooed on my hips with blue and purple hues. Not to mention the bruises already formed from his grip on my wrists. I'm surprised he didn't break any bones yet.

"Stop moving you piece of shit!" Another slap, and now both of my cheeks were on fire.

I screamed bloody murder once Harry pounded hard into my virgin hole, and I felt like I was literally split open.

My sobs only intensified when I heard his moans of pleasure.

Black spots invaded my vision and I slowly passed out from the pain.

Harry's POV

I groaned loudly as I woke up already feeling the impeding massive headache.

When I looked down I almost fainted from the sight before me. I was inside Louis and the latter was passed out, his body painted with sickly shapes that I matched with my fingerprints.

"Shit shit shit shit. Oh my God no. Louis, holy shit Louis." I slowly pulled out of him and felt bile rise in my throat when I saw that there was blood on the sheets. I can't believe I did this to him ; I'm a monster.

With tears in my eyes, I gently shook Louis awake.

His eyes slowly fluttered open. He stared at me for mere seconds then he was crying and moving away from me. My heart shattered, but I knew I deserved this, after all I... I raped him.

"Louis..." He flinched violently once he heard my voice, and the amount of compunction I felt right now was indescribable.

"P-please not again. Not again." He begged while he curled up in on himself and muttered 'not again' as if it were his mantra.

"Louis I'm sorry, I'm so sorry baby."

"Y-you raped me." And ouch, hearing it coming out of his mouth, so dejectedly, hurt much more than I thought it would.

"Come Louis, let's clean you up." I moved to carry him but was balked when he screamed for me to stay away from him. Despite his protests, I picked him up and took him to the bathroom.

After filling the tub with temperated water, I slowly lowered Louis into it. While the both of us were crying, me because of regret and Louis out of fear, I washed him. Washed him from the remnants of my filthy hands, washed him from the horribleness of what I just did to him. I don't think I can ever forgive myself.

After drying him up and dressing him up with some boxers and sweatpants sans shirt, having him regard me warily the entire time, I took him to the kitchen. I placed some ice cold strips around his gruesomely bruised wrists that were a replica of the ice packages but smaller and actually stick on without having to hold them to the skin, and then grabbed an ice pack and held it to Louis's hips, guilt becoming vehemently stronger when he flinched from the pain.

"I'm sorry." Louis stoically nodded in response and fixated his gaze ahead of him.

"Louis please, hear me out. I was drunk out of my mind yesterday, and I know that's no excuse to condone what I did, but I just wasn't in my right state of mind when I... I did this to you. I want you to know how deeply sorry I am." Again, Louis only nodded. Harry really couldn't blame him, he was surprised Louis was still even here to begin with.

"Will... Will you leave me?" I asked.

"I don't know." Louis offered hesitantly.

"I love you." I said quietly, hopefully.

But Louis just nodded, and my heart just shattered.

Louis's POV

Several weeks after the 'incident' and Harry's attempts to earn my forgiveness were still unyielding.

My heart broke at the abject look on his face whenever I pretended not to acknowledge his gestures, but I still wasn't properly healed. Harry broke me, and I was slowly but surely amending myself so that I can be ready to love Harry wholly again.

I could tell from Harry's hunched figure sat on the couch that he was upset. I guessed it had something to do with his work. My heart warmed and broke simultaneously at the red rose he was twiddling between his fingers. I knew it was for me and I knew that that would be another gesture I'll have to shoot down. Harry was beating himself up pretty badly, and it hurt to see him in such a state. My first instinct was to settle on his lap and pull him into my arms. I knew that always made him feel better. I couldn't just leave him alone in this state.

"Harry, are you okay?" He jumped at my voice and I could tell that he was surprised I was talking to him, after all I haven't talked to him in forever.

"Y-yeah I'm fine." He replied, and by the pain and anguish flooding his voice, I knew he was lying.

"Okay then. If you say so." And with I turned around to leave, but was stopped by Harry's voice.

"L-Louis? Can I please have a hug? I promise I won't hurt you." He whispered ever so brokenly.

I couldn't hold myself back. Before I knew it, I was launching myself at Harry, wrapping my legs around his waist tightly and peppering kisses all over his face.

I kissed away the seemingly endless tears falling from his eyes. I kissed him to prove that I wasn't afraid of him.

"I'm sorry. I love you. I'm sorry. I love you. I'm sorry. I love you." Harry repeated and I just nodded and kissed him.

We looked like a fucking psycho couple, but I couldn't care less.

"You forgive me?" He questioned hopefully.

"Yeah, I do."

Harry steadily carried me towards our room, which he hasn't been to in weeks now, and lowered me gently onto the bed.

This time, we made love, to my consensus.

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