Birmingham Disciplinary School for Male - L.S. 2

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(A/N: I felt like including this topic, so I did. I also put a warning and will continue to do so if mentioned again so don't be mad or feel like you have to read. Please message me if you need resources or just someone to talk to. <3)

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTION OF SELF HARM

"Harry, I'm going to ask you about something and you don't have to answer but I also don't want you shutting me out." He states as the younger boy sits up a bit straighter. 

Louis gently pushes Harry up so he can face him, as the sheets that were once pulled up, pool at the top of the subs hips.

"What did you want to ask, sir?" Harry asks nervously looking right into Louis' eyes.

Louis shuffles forward to be closer to Harry and runs his hand across the faint lines he saw. "Did you do these yourself?" He asks softly, trying not to disturb the calm air around them.

Harry looks down to where his hands are even though he already knows what he is talking about. He leaves his head hanging there and by then, Louis already knows the answer.

Louis doesn't ask his sub to explain himself, he simply crawls forward and hugs him so tightly, he thinks his muscles might just give out. He can tell from how light the marks are that they are older, but just the thought of Harry thinking anything bad enough that he had to harm himself, makes him upset.

"I'm sorry." Louis hears his sub muffle out against his shirt.

He pulls back and cups the cheeks of the younger boy "No. Absolutely not. You will not apologize. Whoever or whatever made you feel like this, it's their fault, not yours. Understood?" He asks, raising his voice.

Harry nods in comprehension of what his dominant is saying, but he doesn't understand how it couldn't be his fault, though he lets it be for now because he doesn't want to talk about it.

They both move back, resting against the back of the bed sitting there for a minute before Harry shifts his body back to the side of Louis', laying his head on the dom's chest. He tilts his chin back, looking up, "Can you distract me? Tell me about your family?" The boy asks with innocence filling his eyes.

Louis grins wide because he loves talking about his family. He shifts down the bed so he is now laying rather than sitting, and covering them with a blanket, he shares stories about his siblings and how much he misses them. The whole time, the dom's fingers are raking through, and winding around the boys luscious curls. And right now, both boys are thinking the same thing- they could get used to this.