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Attachment of the Lost- Prologue
My name is Niall Horan, and I am happy. I remember a long time ago- though I’m not completely sure how long ago this was- i wasn’t happy. My life had taken a turn for the worse.
My mum had kicked me out of the house, so I went to London. I had friends there, and they said I could stay with them for a while. I wasn’t extremely happy, but I didn’t feel so bad. I took up drinking. I’d come home drunk most nights. I’d even brought girls back with me a few times. Eventually, my friend Liam told me a needed to stop, because it was becoming a problem. I, of course, was drunk at the time. I didn’t think I had a problem. So I hit Liam. But he was stronger than me, and stopped me before I could hurt him or myself anymore. He told me a needed to leave. I remember slurring swears at him and stumbling out of his flat.
I had no idea where I was going, but I didn’t care. My rage shifted to sadness and I began to cry. Did no one really want me around? Was I that bad? It was dark outside, but the street lights provided me with light to see where I was going. I rushed a little bit faster everytime I was directly under one, not wanting anyone to see me cry. I would just look foolish, and weak; two things a really didn’t want to be seen as at the time.
Everything happened so quickly. He grabbed my shoulder. I turned around. He smiled at me. I really wasn’t in the mood for anyone to touch me, or even talk to me. I just wanted to be alone for a while. But he grabbed my shoulder again and turn me around. Then he did something I didn’t expect; he hugged me. I stood there in shock, not being able to move for a moment. Then he pulled away. I looked at him, trying to search for a reason he did that in his eyes. I was allowed maybe one second to look at him before he quickly put a cloth over my nose and mouth. He grabbed me again, but this time aggressive and unforgiving. I looked at him and his eyebrows were furrowed together in concentration.
When I woke up, I was alone. I was alone, once again. I was left alone even as I was being kidnapped. The thought made me cry, and I didn’t realise how loud I was, because I didn’t even hear him come in and sit on the hard, uncomfortable bed, next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and I flinch, wiggling out of his grasp and crawled back on the bed, as far away from him as I could get. But he only got closer to me, and took me in his arms, much like you would for a child, and held me close. He kept whispering in my ear things I couldn’t really understand, but I could tell he was just trying to calm me down. After a while he spoke up.
"I’m Louis, love. What’s your name?" His voice was very sweet and it made me feel welcome, despite his previous actions of taking me away.
"Niall." I simply told him. And he smiled at me.
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One Mistake At A Time
There wasn’t a way to avoid the situation; Harry was drunk, and he cheated. He knows it was wrong, but it’s over. He can’t go back and change that now. And needless to say, Louis was furious with him.
But the mantra kept dribbling out of Harry’s mouth “I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it.” And with every time Harry said it, the more the anger inside Louis seemed to seep through.
“Are you really trying to convince yourself this Harry? You did do it. You know you did.” He sneered at the boy who was cowering in the corner, right next to the window.
“I didn’t do it!” Harry shrieked.
“Yes you fucking did!” He thundered. His anger started to channel is actions, and he nearly hit Harry with as much force as he could, but he quickly stopped himself, instead his fist hit the window, completely smashing the glass. His hand was bleeding, but he hardly noticed, because his anger was over powering his pain. He could hear Harry squeak in surprise, and was now whimpering at Louis, with tears streaming down his face.
Louis looked down in horror, knowing that he was the cause of the younger boy’s fear. But then again, he did cheat. He was supposed to love Louis. Not some slut he found at the bar.
“Get up, slut.” He demanded. Harry thought it would be best not to protest, so he stood up and took Louis’ injured hand in his own, but was quickly pushed down to his knees. He heard a metal rattling sound and as he looked up, he saw that Louis had unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down, “Open.” He hissed at Harry. But Harry just looked up at him in shock; Louis was always so polite in such intimate moments. Louis had his hand, that was still slightly bleeding, on Harry’s jaw as he pried it open.
He wrapped his hand around his hard cock and quickly trusted it into Harry’s mouth. He rocked his hips a little before going out of his way to completely fuck Harry’s mouth. Louis knew he was close after hitting Harry’s throat several times. So he pulled out and saw the tears tracing Harry’s cheeks. He had no remorse.
Gripping Harry’s shoulders he pushed him so he was laying down on the floor. He could hear Harry whimper and try to get up, but he held him still. He unbuttoned Harry’s trousers and completely pulled down his pants, and pulling his down further as well.
As punishment he quickly pushed a finger into Harry’s tight hole, and the curly-haired boy whimpered once more. He started to pump his finger as much as he could, before deciding he could force in another. The next one had Harry’s hands around Louis’ trying to pull it away. But Louis swatted it away and continued to pump his fingers in and out. He added a third finger, but decided to hold them still for a moment. He had to admit he was being harsh on the one he loved, so he let him adjust for a few moments, before pumping his hand once more. Once Harry was squirming uncontrollably beneath him, Louis pulled his fingers completely out, but quickly thrusted two back in, and smirked as Harry arched his back and let out a filthy scream. When he was done having his fun with his fingers, he took them out and watched Harry clench at air.
He took his dick in his hand once more, this time lining it up with Harry’s hole. He quickly sheathed himself inside of Harry, earning a few more whimpers from the boy. He rocked his hips, trying to thrust, but currently unavailable to do so, because of the tightness. Harry wasn’t relaxing at all, making it very hard for Louis to move.
But soon Louis was thrusting in and out of Harry, despite Harry’s whimpers. But the tightness was overwhelming, and Louis was moaning so loud, he was sure the neighbours could hear.
Everything felt so good to Louis, and the room was so warm, even without a window. A familiar feeling stirred in Louis stomach, and he continued to pound into Harry. Louis’ vision starred was streaked with white, as he began to spurt come inside of Harry, and he cried out.
Coming down from his high, he went to pick Harry up to put him on the bed, feeling sorry for the poor boy. When he made contact with the boy, he felt a hot wet substance all over Harry’s back. Louis quickly walked over to the bed and sat Harry on it, who was still sobbing.
He looked down at his own arms and saw blood all over them. Louis was in complete shock, but looked around to see what had caused this. The window. He had fucked Harry into the ground with glass shattered on it.
He nearly picked Harry up bridal-style, but quickly composed himself, not wanting to touch the cuts, and cause Harry more pain. He took Harry into the bathroom, leading by his hand, and carefully peeled the shirt off the shaking boy’s body.
Louis started to run a bath for Harry, and while he waited, he got a damp washcloth and dabbed at the cuts, getting rid of some of the blood, without the pain of wiping it.
Once the bath was ready, he gently helped Harry into it, holding his hand and whispering “I’m so sorry.” Over and over again.
But Harry forgave him; he always forgave Louis.
Simply Love- Larry
"Je t’aime" Harry would whisper into his hair in the darkness of their room. The warm duvet was capturing their shared heat, making them both oh-so-warm. He would whisper this to him over and over until Louis fell asleep. It was their nightly ritual, and it wasn’t that Louis didn’t like this, he did; he loved it so much. But, all he wanted to do was turn around and tell him ‘I love you. I love the way you whisper French to me to make you fall asleep. I love the way your arms wrap around me so perfectly, and how your soft, perfect, curly hair tickles the back of my neck when you cuddle close.’ And he could say this, but Harry could also just simply tell him I love you but there was something about it that made it so special when he said it in French.
Louis knew that troubling himself over something as simple as this was stupid, and he was only going to get himself worked up over nothing. So he closed his eyes and let Harrys soothing whispers lull him to sleep.
He woke up the next morning without the warm arms around him, as per usual. It wasn’t because Harry left him every morning, his arms just fell limp when he slept. Louis turned around, happy to see that Harry was facing him, because he cuddled into his chest. He felt a little bit bad when he ended up waking Harry up, and he wrapped his arms around the smaller boy.
Harry looked down at him and pursed his lips, demanding a kiss. Louis chuckled at him and lightly rubbed his nose on Harry’s saying “Go brush your teeth first, babe.” Harry chuckled at him and started to get up. Lou frowned at him, but let the boy get up anyway. He followed him to the bathroom, decided he should brush his teeth as well.
So they both squeezed a little bit of toothpaste on their brushes and scrubbed their teeth. Harry turned to him with a smirk on his face. Lou raised his eyebrows in a questioning way. The curly haired boy reached his hand out and grabbed the handle of Lou’s toothbrush, still keeping it in his mouth, and began to wiggle it back and forth. He smiled at how odd his boyfriend was. Harry slipped the toothbrush out of Lou’s mouth, and spread the toothpaste all around his mouth, making him look like some kind of blue clown. So in return, Louis took Harry’s toothbrush, despite his pleas, and slashed it across his cheek, so both of the boys had the azure paste on their skin.
Once their fun was over, Louis took out a white washcloth and dampened it in the sink, and gently rubbed it on his boyfriends face, removing the toothpaste. Harry reached up to his cheek, and placed his hand over Louis’, taking the cloth from him in the process and in turn washed off Lou’s mouth.
Harry tossed the washcloth in the sink and pulled Louis into his chest, even though his hands were still slightly damp, but Louis didn’t mind at all. “Je t’aime” Harry whispered to him.
Pulling away from his chest, but with his arms still around Harry, he glanced up and said “I wish I could do that” and quickly looked down, realising how stupid he sounded. Harry hummed in question, and he could feel the vibrations from his neck, on his head; a soothing feeling. “Like, how you always tell me you love me in French. I want to be able to tell you that. Special, just like you do it.”
"Louis, every time you tell me you love me is special. Everyone feels better than the last. You don’t need to say it in any special way, because the message is still there. You love me, and I love you. It’s a simple as that."
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Vic brought the camera up to his face, and peered through it, and saw brilliant orange hair on the other side. He was grateful for the camera coving his face, because he was certain he was blushing furiously when the boy flashed a blindingly beautiful smile as he laughed.
Everything was still a blur to Vic; but it was an amazing blur. He’d gotten the job as Ed’s own photographer. He was curiously in love with the way Ed seemed so awkward standing in front of the camera, but was so beautiful when he doesn’t notice the lens pointed at him. After snapping a few photos, Vic lowered the camera and looked at the screen, pleased at his work.
”Hey” Vic looked up and saw the brightly tattooed arm, and was greeted with a friendly pat on the back.
"Hi." He replied. His voice came out rather shaky and he mentally slapped himself for not being confident.
"Look, I’m going back to the tour bus after I meet a few fans. Wanna come?"
"Sure." He said it before he could think through what was going to happen. Vic always tried to avoid Ed, because it seemed too awkward to be around him. What was he supposed to say? ‘Hey, I know that you’re straight, but I’m dangerously in love with you.’ Because he didn’t think either of them could handle what might follow; whether it was ‘I don’t feel the same’ or ‘you need to leave’. So Vic just tended to leave him alone. But here he was, going back to the tour bus alone with Ed.
All of the fans were extremely calm and cool around the ginger, with the exception of a few shaking fangirls. Vic decided to take a picture of some, because he was enjoying looking at Ed just as much as Ed was meeting his fans.
Soon Ed was quickly heading towards the tour bus, with Vic in tow. The touch made Vic nervous and shaky. As they came closer to the tour bus, Vic was trying to steady his heartbeat by taking in what were supposed to be slow, steady breaths. Ed plopped down on the small sofa in the bus, pulling Vic down with him. Vic felt he was way too close to him, but had to remind himself that Ed was just being friendly. Ed grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. There was already a movie in it; 21 Jump Street.
But, Vic payed no attention to the movie whatsoever. He was to busy over thinking everything about Ed. From his perfect orange hair, to his beautiful arms with tattoos gracing themselves along every curve in his skin.
"Are you okay?" A hushed, but deep voice came after him, as light as a soft breeze, but so much more comfortable. He glanced over at him. Because Vic was so much smaller than Ed, he was looking down on him.
"Yeah, I was just thinking."
'How in love I am with everything about you.' “Nothing.”
"Okay" And before he knew it, Vic was slumped over onto Ed, slipping into a comfortable sleep. Ed enveloped him in his arms, and smiled down at the smaller boy. Vic opened his eyes, but it wasn’t the sun that woke him up, because it was still dark outside. It was the beautiful velvety voice that has made him fall in love.
Settle down with me. Cover me up, and cuddle me in. Lie down with me. And hold me in your arms. Your hearts against my chest. Your lips pressed to my neck And I’m falling for your eyes. But they don’t know me yet. And with the feeling I’ll forget I’m in love now. Kiss me like you wanna be loved
And that was it. This was the moment he actually felt himself falling in love. In his arms, Vic had no worries, he felt safe and happy.
He woke up again, this time the sun was poring through the window. He immediately noticed the pair of arms wrapped around him. He looked down and smiled at the tattooed arms he never wanted to get away from.
But too soon, they tightened around him, and the left all at once. Vic sat up and got off of the couch. Ed got up after him and hugged him from behind saying “Good morning, sunshine.”
And Vic responded with a weak “Morning” before gaining some confidence and turning around to face Ed, and rushed out, “listen, I’m not angry or anything. I just want to know if you were just being friendly last night o-or if you meant it to be something, which I don’t know because I think your straight but I don’t know and I don’t really talk to you that much and I -” his words were ended with a pair of lips crashing down on his own.
He was shocked for a moment, and was unable to move. But soon he recovered and he moved his lips against Ed’s, and in that moment everything was perfect. Then Ed pulled away and rested his forehead against Vic’s.
"I love you." Ed whispered at him.
"I-I love you too" Vic stammered out in pure bliss.
They got dressed, Ed in his usual hoodie and jeans, Vic in a black graphic t-shirt with a intricate design of a skull and blue jeans, with his camera around his neck, they walked out, hand-in-hand; not caring what anyone thought or caring who stared. They only needed the assurance of the other, which came with a light squeeze of their fingers.
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