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Hide & Seek (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 23

I have an impeccable desire.......to call you mine and know that it is undoubtedly true. *LOUIS' POV* My throat is dry and feeling inflamed, my back shot straight up into a seating position. The nightmare has not only destroyed my slumber, but also rid my mind and of any motivation to try closing my eyes again. My breaths are shallow and loud in the dark, a lost part of me suspecting that the hellish occurrence is yet to end. I run my fingers - chubby with a little lot of baby hairs between the second knuckle and first - through my head of hair and it comes back damp. Tiny remnants of full salt water droplets across my pale palm like a battleground after the war to indicate indicate the sweaty condition. Deep breaths are taken as I fight to contain my shivers and forget the image of a decaying, brown corpse that walks and takes over bodies. That's what happened, isn't it? Whatever the moral of my dream was - don't drink and not pee before bed - the bottom line would be that something fucking twisted went on in that house that day. I wrestle with my comforter for the whole of two minutes before realising that it isn't gravity at 9.8 that is fighting me back. It's Harry's arm splayed - possessively? - across my waist over the bedsheet. I carefully take hold of his fingers, using my grasp to free myself from claustrophobia. Except, Harry's sleeping conscious has its own agenda. His fingers curl around my side and force me on my side, my back against his bare chest as he hides his face where I cannot see. Attempts at prying him off me are futile so I stay still and dry to ignore my predominant desire to wet my throat with water. Harry mumbles something and glues himself to my body, that I know note with strange enthusiasm. His body has the ability to wrap around mine until I'm a small ball off comfort nestled between him and the duvet. We're in the lounge, in front of a muted television, on the mattress we'd been too unwilling to shift back into the bedroom. "You're shaking." I gasp, my heart skipping a beat twice when Harry speaks against my neck. "Y-Yeah." I stutter in response as my heart returns to its normal rhythm. My neck strains so that I can look at him, in all his sleepy and and tossled hair glory. "Why are you shaking?" He rephrases the accusation into a question so that it is no longer rhetorical and demands a response worthy of acknowledgement. "Nightmare." I settle back on my side, hand shoved under my pillow and eyes wide awake. "Do you want to-" "No." "Fine. Yeah." Instead of resuming his former position draped across me and defeating the purpose of a blanket, he turns to have his back facing my own. I can't help but feel dismissed or rejected, which also cuts deeper knowing I made him angry. I sigh in irritation at myself. I'm such a prick sometimes. Rolling over I'm brought into contact with his back and forget all about my ordeal. The scars are all I see. There's one that runs from his right scapula to above his more than noticeable behind; it was a severe cut with a sloppy try at recovery. I have to hold back from reaching out and tracing it with my finger. There are several more resembling wire cuts or thin streaks, all nothing in comparison to the grand mark that will never leave him. My purpose reclaims my mind. "I'm sorry, Harry." I say quietly, almost thinking he didn't hear me. "You don't have to, Lou." He answers without turning around when all I want is to see his bushy green eyes. "Look at me?" It ends up a request. He shifts loudly until he's facing me again, eyes dead and lips plump pink. My eyes follow the vague lines of his tattoos for a moment before snapping back. "The nightmare was about-" I prop myself up on my elbow "-Lost Lake. Your house. I saw you and your sister and your mother." Harry goes stiff and smashes his face into the pillow, only one eye looking at me in a set frown. "I saw this thing also it-it was a woman. Bent over sometimes and her hair-" "Wasn't falling?" He offers when I continue. I nod with wide eyes and he leans forward again after revealing the side of his face previously hidden from me. He darts forward and presses his lips to mine before I can think, my eyes frozen open in shock. He nibbles on my bottom lip, quietly asking for me to part my lips. I thought we were talking about my nightmare. However when my just as alert manhood chooses to twitch in interest and my problem evaporates. Capturing the chance I want so bad, my arms wrap around his neck and my fingers interlock at the nape of his neck. He moans while coming to hover above me like an embodiment of protective gear. Captain America's shield got nothing on him. I almost giggle - fucking giggle - when Harry initiates a line of kisses ranging from pecks to sloppy open-mouths. My jaw goes slack, paused in a perfect 'o' when Harry starts grinding down on me. My eyes widen impossibly until the lids hurt. "You're butt fucking naked, aren't you?" I accuse with a laugh that's cut off when his molars bite down on my neck. He smirks and it sends amazing ideas radiating through my every greedy nerve. He thrusts against me in fluid strokes, his hips creating electric tingles and causing my dick to thicken at a rapid pace. Once, twice, thrice. I lose count at that, his lips crash against mine and my nails scrape his back. He suddenly lifts himself up on his arms, grinding down in circular motions until I'm biting my lip and rolling my eyes back into my skull. My arms are forced to fall to my sides because he's too high. "Fuck." I curse for the tenth time in the past thirty seconds. Harry's lips suck on my neck, clavicle, chest as it goes lower to my tummy. He is sure to leave stamps of reddened affection scattered all over my front. His fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs, only adding to my stimulants. My hands dig around for purchase and my knees bend in the air on either side of the man in charge. "I love your tummy, Lou." He growls against my skin. "It's so bloody perfect. Made for me." I ignore anything that would freak me out shitless in anything he's ever said, subliminal warnings that would certainly otherwise haunt my mind. Now though all I see is Harry, all I feel is Harry's fingers, his blessed rocking movements that steal my breath. My tongue flicks over the hair peeking out from my underwear waistband, his index dragging it lower and lower until there's no damned point in keeping it on. I smack his hands away out of impatience and rid myself of the last item of clothing before flinging it away like a barbarian. No one has to know. Harry is smirking with lust-blown eyes down at me. His wrist flicks twice as he brings my semi to full-on hardness. It's standing red and purple against my lower abdomen. "Fuck. Harry. Stop doing that." I tug on his hair with one hand, the other fisting the pale sheets. I fucking hate being teased. He finds it amusing and what he does next has my restraint ripping apart within my cage of willpower. He takes my stiff shaft in his hand, and my jaw drops at how his hand wraps around me entirely. I become simply and unreastically animalistic when he lowers his mouth to my cock but instead of fucking getting on with it, he blows on the slit through a narrow gap in his lips. I shoot him a death glare in warning as I thrash around, demanding to be attended to. He chuckles and pins me to the mattress with his large hands on my hips. "Shh." He hushes, his lips brushing my tip and getting coated in pre-cum. The fucker will pay. "It's not....." I have to swallow and my words escape me for a moment. "It isn't a damn microphone now please...." My voice turns into a helpless whine when his lips meet my slit in a kiss. Oh I'm going to kill him. While I plot homicide, Harry engulfs me in one go without choking. Makes me feel a little challenged but okay. He makes a slurping sound before backing up and dropping down until his nose is tickled by my pubic hair. I throw my head back, buried in the pillow when the bliss takes over. I curse his name in the midst of muttering encouraging compliments, his lips tightening around my skin below the head. His tongue revisits the flap of skin nobody on Planet Earth knows about, and I go crazy enough to let out a shout of pleasure that Harry approves of. The only sounds filling the room are my gasps and grunts and moans and pleas, Harry's low groans and humming as I feel the back of his throat. "Jesus." I clench my teeth. "Fucking right there, Harry." He smiles at me, his green eyes locking with mine, giving me no choice but to stare at him bobbing up and down on me. That friendly pool of pleasure tightens in the depths of my lust and my warning is far from audible before warm white ropes release in Harry's mouth. I lose command over my senses for half a minute before returning from the sheets of happiness. Harry is looming above me again, eyes squeezed shut and his mouth twisted as he refrains from thrusting. I take pity on the larger boy and stretch up to line up my mouth with his ear. "You can fuck me." I whisper to him, my hands on his waist. He groans but doesn't open his eyes. "C-Can't. Won't l-last." I roll my eyes knowing he can't see and shove him onto his back, me on top and my bum on his hips. His eyes fly open, awake and irritated by my action. I start to slowly rock against him; he sits up quickly and grabs my hips, his finger buds pressing into my sides as he controls my movements. "C-Can I go in dry-y?" He looks at me, a little hesitant but asks nonetheless. I tense up, from my toes to my hair that's ruffled and sex-ed up. I bite my lip remembering what pain felt like until I remember how he has to let go because that's as annoying as pain gets. I nod. He blinks, as if not believing me before spitting in his palm and moaning when I roll my eyes. He lubes himself up before leaving me to lower myself. I let out a loud breath when the head passes my clearly unprepared ring of muscle. "Relax." He nibbles on my ear lobe. "Slowly." I maintain eye contact with him as I drop to his lap and he breaks away to let out a throaty noise that is the most arousing thing a person can hear. I feel a bubble of a strange emotion in my chest, not wanting anyone else to hear Harry's noises. He lifts me up and aids me in the drop. The burn - a stretch of my behind that really tops all discomfort - is all I feel in the first four attempts, until that dissipates and I'm hard all over again. "Lou-" He chokes when he let's his orgasm rip through his body while he still sat inside me. I pump my length three times, languid and smooth strokes, until I let go all over Harry's and my stomachs. My forehead rests on his shoulder until my level breathing returns to me. When he tries to remove himself from me I wrap my legs around his back and hold on. "Wait for a bit." He nods and smiles before reaching for my underwear and cleaning us off. I laugh. "Classy, Harold." He shrugs and leaves it beside the mattress again. The corner of his mouth lifts in a small smile before his index tilts my chin up and his lips meet mine. I smile into the kiss until it has to end when we both need air. His hand takes my smaller one, aligning our fingers and comparing the size. The comparison is comical. To prove my point of being just so tiny, I ball my fist and Harry is able to cover my hand with his entirely like a cloak. I laugh and feel heat in my cheeks. What the fuck? "I love your giggle." Harry comments before poking the slight pudge in my tummy. "And your tummy." "Stop that." I warn childishly by gripping his wrists. "Obsessed much, Harold?" He chuckles softly. "You're adorable and I never thought I'd use that word in my life." "Why not?" He shrugs. "Never thought I'd meet you." I give him a shy smile. "Which brings me back to my nightmare. Why did you distract me?" "I didn't. I really wanted to....." He looks away, glancing at everything except me. I understood so I don't understand why he's nervous about it. I press our foreheads together, bumping our noses by accident and he laughs. "But your nightmare was true. I know what you saw and that did happen. That woman is the one who built our house years ago. She didn't want anyone taking her hand and so she.....she killed everyone who did." My eyes have dropped to my hands, trying to wrap my brain around what Harry is telling me. It's a lot to process. "So why did you move there? If you knew about her." "I didn't. Nobody did. Mother isn't my mom, Lou. That's why I never call her that." I frown. "She never had a son and I was the first to move into that house ever. So she decided that she had another use for me." "You're not going back, are you?" The question felt urgent as my eyes searched Harry's for any doubt. A large portion of my being, would grieve if Harry left me to go back there. The attachment was far from explanatory. "Never." He secures both sides of my face in his hands. "I will never leave and go back to her. I will not risk losing what I have now." I smile, satisfied. I see great restraint in his face. He is struggling to not shift about. I close my eyes to keep him from seeing the rolling of my eyeballs. I cup his cheek with my small hand and kiss him before forcing him to retract from me and though he frowns, he does it. "What about your promise to her?" I ask softly. "I'll have to follow through but that's a while from now, Lou. Don't worry about it or me." He kisses my temple before sliding down under the comforter again. His tight grip, confining me to lie on his chest, is wound around my body. His chest is hard and uncomfortable, my bottom is sore and I'd never be able to sleep before work tomorrow. I drag a pillow onto his chest and rest my head on that against his loud laughing protest. I drift to the thumping of Harry's heart beat or is it mine? When my eyes flicker back into focus next I am asleep as I was last night - or early this morning - with my mouth open slightly and the dryness has only worsened. I mumble incoherent curses about not obeying my body the first time it asked for replenishment. "What was that?" Harry looks up at me expectantly. His hair is ruffled and his skin is red. "I said I'm thirsty." I lie but the croak still comes out rather than my usual morning voice. "It's early I can get some water for you." He offers, already getting up from under me. "No. I have to get up." I roll off him and instantly regret ever moving because of the ache residing in my lower half. I also note that the insides of my thighs are mysteriously sticky and it makes me a little red. "What's wrong?" Harry is watching me cautiously from the other side of the mattress. "Little sore is all." I try not to wince as I walk. Remembering that I have no - clean - underwear to put on I add a small, "Don't look at my arse." Harry laughs, loud and unafraid. It makes me smile before hurrying into the bedroom to pick out clothing for the day's work. So what if I have to work six out of seven days in a week? The pay was good and I got some benefits, not to mention now with so many more people moving to Dynasville because of Middleston's recovery then we'll have a ton more customers. We can't get tips as such but it meant talking to new people every day, a distraction that was well welcome. After a shower and stuffing my pores with stereotypically scented soap, then rinsing it off I dress up in my work clothes. My hair is wet but I towel dry it and comb it back until it makes some sort of appeal. My bum hurts, less than it did when the worst possible thing happened to me, but it was still there. Part of me wonders if that's Harry's kink, making sure I couldn't walk without a wince or groan. Walking back into kitchen I recall a vague promise to Phoebe saying that I'd call her today. It's only 08h23 so I doubt she's awake yet. A whiff of something warm fills my nostrils when I step past the breakfast counter. Harry is frying eggs at the stove in nothing but grey slacks that hang off his hips. "You look domestic." I comment, leaning against the marble counter. "It's a good look on you." He turns to smile at me briefly before taking the frying pan off the stove. "I made toast and eggs. We don't have bacon but I'll get some today." I nod while making a very sloppy sandwich with what's offered to me. Harry is shooting me glares of provocation and I smirk. "Something wrong?" I slide into one of the stools, grateful when nothing burns or twists. Harry watches me silently, with a slanted smile and cheeky eyes. "Whatever you're doing with that, it isn't a sandwich." Harry physically grimaces at the food in my hand. I feign offence. "What's wrong with it?" He just hangs his head low in disapproval, shaking it from side to side firmly. "Give it to me." "No." I pick up my plate and remove it from his reach. "I have to get to work so how about you go all the way tomorrow." He relents and raises his hands in surrender. "Fine. Now eat so you can get to work." I promptly finish my food and gulp down a glass of orange juice before dashing out the door with a faint parting word with Harry. The car sits in the underground parking, and purrs to life with no resistance. On the cold and silent streets I find myself compiling a list of anything that we need around the flat. I'd recently stocked the kitchen - with the exception of bacon which is an outrage - and I'd have to ask Harry if he needs the car to go to the store. How could we have like six packets and boxes of pasta but no bacon? I pull into the hardware store parking lot and almost immediately feel a nervous curdling in my stomach. I wish I'd stayed home today too and just start tomorrow but who else will be the good Samaritan if not me? I sigh and jump off before locking the door. The thought occurs to me that we never cared to find the owners of this SUV, maybe they want it back. The lazy part of me knows that if they wanted it they would have spotted it at the police station when I was there, and that's the part that wins. I'm the first here which isn't a surprise so I use my keys to unlock the front door and a wave of a disgusting odour hits me. I scrunch up my nose and open both doors to air out the store. "What the fuck?" I mutter to myself and switch on all the lights. It smells of liquor and metal. I freeze as I pass the cable ties isle. It can't be. Fuck. I hold my head in my hands, using the balls of my palms to rub my eyes while my fingertips work my temples. I clearly remember telling Harry we needed to clean up but he didn't damn listen and now the store reeks of blood. How the actual fuck did nobody get the stench yesterday? I hurry to find the mop in the back room before getting to the intended isle with all the fragranced soap I could find. I get there and my heart fails all over again. The mops slips from my hand and so does the bucket, sponges and dish washing liquid scattering all over. I shake my head and turn away, now able to handle the smell but unable to look at what a mess it was. I felt bile rise in my throat and swallow hard before I gag and add to the problem, a stray tear rolling down my cold cheek and I hurry to wipe it off with my shirt. I didn't want to remember what happened here. I tried for the past days just to forget. I take deep, steadying breaths and close my eyes trying to think of food and old sitcoms rather than what happened two nights ago. I hug myself like a fool and press against the steel shelf that smells of dust and paint. The door rattles and I jump, glancing around feeling crazed and on edge. "Louis! That you, man?" It's Seth. I exhale and look to the counter. "Y-Yeah." I hear loud footsteps. "Something wrong, mate? Oh." He pauses in front of the mess and frowns deeply, worry lines and creases forming on his high forehead. "Don't worry about it. It's only once a month, love." I scowl at him but can't hide my short laughter. "Fuck off." He chuckles and grins. "It's alright. Probably a raccoon or some shit. We get tons of those. Squeamish when it comes to blood?" Far from it but I nod anyway. "Alright. Go up front while I take care of this. Do some re-con with the cash float and put the rest in the back for Paul to take to the bank today." I nod twice and hastily make my way to the counter before beginning my assigned duty of counting money. Paul walks in an hour later. "Hey, Louis." He greets with a tip of his cap. "In early today, I see. You didn't have to come." "I know but I wanted to." I reply honestly - or maybe not. He offers me a smile of sympathy before approaching the counter. "That my money?" "Hmm. The float is two thousand so here's the rest." I hand him a money bag with the all the surplus. "Thanks." Seth strolls behind the counter at that moment. "Morning, Boss." "Morning. Where's your brother?" "Day off." "Oh yeah. Well I'm off to the bank so take care of my baby while I'm gone." I nod and Seth gives him a, "Will do." The day goes pretty well until lunch time. We, as expected, had at least a dozen more customers walk in asking for DIY kits and the like. I took them around the store one by one, pointedly practising a composed expression when we were in the cable ties isle. "Need help?" I offer Seth when my break comes. I knew Seth loved his chance to smoke or catch a shot of whatever's in the brown bag in his locker. "Nah. I'm good." He waves me off with a smile. "Your boyfriend's here." And sure enough when my upper half turns around while my lower half remains stationary, I catch sight of Harry walking into the store. Though he isn't my boyfriend. Is he? Hmph. I swallow my frown and jog up to the counter where Harry sees me and smiles. "Hey." I greet, flattening my shirt. "What's up?" "Hi." He frowns. "Who was that?" "My co-worker, Seth." I explain. He brings his gaze back to me from behind my back. "Is it your break?" "Yup. Wanna grab a bite?" I'm already mentally mapping the quickest route to get my jacket. "Yes, please." How polite. I smile at him before excusing myself to grab my jacket before returning and meeting him at the door. "Seth!" I shout when the pest isn't in view. "Hello?" He answers, still lost in the wonderland of screwdrivers. "Taking my break! I'll be back in forty five, yeah?" "Fine!" I smile in content while Harry eyes our communication before chuckling and holding the door open for us to leave. The air is chilly and I shrug into my jacket before climbing up the step to the SUV. "Was my breakfast sandwich that bad? That you decided to drag me for lunch." I look out the window while he drives. "Of course. It was atrocious." He remarks. "Hey, as long as the food I eat doesn't kill me I'm good." "It was killing me." I slump down in my seat when I remember this morning. "Seth saw the blood." Harry's hand tightens around the gear shift. He says nothing but the air between us is ignited with new tension and he waits for me to go on. "He thinks it was a raccoon." I say. Harry sighs but doesn't loosen his hold. I think the whole stick will snap off its holder. "I'm sorry I wasn't there, Lou. There's nothing I hate more than knowing I wasn't there to protect you." "I know, Harry." I sniff because of the cold. "But it's over now so I don't want to talk about it please." "Of course, Lou. I'm sorry." I draw my knees up to my chest and sandwich my hands between them for warmth. Harry rolls up his opened window and stops in front of a caravan diner with a bright red sign that's flickering even now when the sun is at the highest point in the sky. I jump down and want to cuddle by a fire. What is with this cold? We walk around the front of the car and Harry notices me trying to hide my palms up my jacket sleeves to cut off the cold. A man walks out of the diner and smiles at me, I respond politely with the same. Harry grabs my hand, mine in a ball and his blanketing it like late last night - or early this morning. My thumb nervously rubs the skin between his index and thumb while we walk up to the door. When the man is behind us Harry releases my hand to grab the door and doesn't hold it again.

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@Suman98
Can you please MAKE another one I LOVE THIS STORY

Amazing. ...

That_Moment That_Moment
9/18/14

Amazing. ...

That_Moment That_Moment
9/18/14

Only on the prologue, but I love it so far.

@Suman98

Awe :) your welcome!
and...... oh my gosh yay!