Larry Oneshots

Lui Mi Ama, Lui Fa

Summary: Harry and Louis fight and Harry takes it too far.

Warning: Mentions of physical abuse and emotional manipulation. This is a very toxic relationship.

This is purely fictional. Please read with caution. This will be the only warning.

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"Hey, baby." Harry slurred.

Louis could taste the alcohol on Harry's breath as the man leaned over to kiss him messily from behind the couch. "Hey." He greeted with a smile, pausing his typing on his laptop.

Harry led himself round the couch and removed the device from Louis's lap. He crawled over the smaller man and licked up his neck, bringing a hand to curl around it. "Wanna fuck."

"Harry, no." Louis sighed. "I'm working."

The hand around his throat tightened to a pleasurable pressure, and Harry's mouth ran up to his jaw and forced his way into Louis's mouth. "I love you. Please."

"I love you too, Haz, but I need—mm, to get some work done, love. Later, alright?"

The hand around his throat squeezed tightly and Louis gasped a bit before the pressure was released.

"Fine. Whatever." Harry pushed himself off of Louis's body and stormed off down the hall to their room where he slammed the door shut. There was a loud bang and Louis flinched harshly. He took a deep breath, pulling his laptop back onto his lap to work, only to notice his hands were shaking.

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Harry had been drinking every night for the past month and a half. It had slowly progressed until this point and Louis had been a witness to his everyday sequence of working, drinking, fucking, and then repeating.

But over the course of these weeks, Harry's aggression had also risen. Louis even feared Harry at times, but ultimately he believed the man would never hurt him. He was just going to a phase and Louis would do his best to help him through it. Harry loved him and Louis love him too. They would work through it.

Although tonight was a particularly rough night for Harry, apparently. He'd come home grumbling more than usual, feet clanging against the floors, and doors slammed behind him. As Harry came into the kitchen, his eyes scanned the room for a moment before landing on Louis, who was sitting at the table, laptop open while he worked.

The man strode over to Louis, gripping him by the neck and leaning down to connect their lips. He ignored the surprised sound Louis made and shoved his tongue into the boys mouth.

"Harry—mmh, slow—down." Louis spoke, prying his lips away. He placed his hands on Harry's shoulders in an attempt to part from the man, but all Harry did was grip his neck and yank him to stand, continuing to devour Louis's mouth. A strong force pulled his hips into Harry's, the hands gripping his skin so hard it started to burn.

As fear started to rise, Harry forcefully pulled Louis's legs to wrap around his hips and the pressure loosened. The burning went away and Louis found a way to keep up with Harry's pace.

That was, until he was shoved up against the wall, the air getting knocked out of him. He could hear how rough Harry's breathing became, even as it became muffled in his neck. The man kissed and nibbled, but it soon felt like biting and harsh marking. Any attempt at trying to enjoy it, washed away from Louis as Harry's touch became painful.

"Harry, stop." Louis tried. He shoved his hips against Harry's stomach, trying to loosen his legs from around the man. But Harry reached a hand around behind his back and tied together Louis's ankles by the bottom of his sweats. Their bodies mushed together tightly as Harry pushed him harder against the wall, bringing his second hand to squeeze Louis's throat.

"Stop..." Louis wheezed, eyes gauging with tears. He wiggled his body as much as he could from under Harry's grip.

This only frustrated Harry. He let go of Louis's ankles, the man's legs dropping from his waist.  Both hands came to feral around Louis's throat.

Harry's tongue licked all over Louis's face and jaw, his breathing too heavy. It was when Louis's vision became blurry and black that Harry let out a loud grunt.

Louis slid to the floor, his legs weak and head spinning. He didn't hear when Harry let out a yell, punching the wall and running off down the hall.

Louis didn't know how long he laid there. It was an accident. He kept repeating to himself. Harry was just upset and Louis couldn't keep up.

A part of him knew something was wrong, however. That part of him had a clear enough mind to find his phone and dial before everything went black.

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It was Zayn who came for him. He'd taken an unconscious Louis straight to the police station. He tried to refuse, but Zayn wasn't budging. Louis had practically been dragged kicking and screaming.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Louis screeched.

"Sir, we understand this is difficult, but you're going to have to cooperate." The officer spoke to him firmly, a heavy warning in his tone.

Louis took a defensive step backwards and bit back, "If you literally step any closer I will fight you."

"This is standard procedure. Your friend's statement said that you were a victim of a domestic abuse attack. So, if you don't remove your jacket, we will have it removed for you."

"Really, bitch? How?" Louis tested, staring the man down.

The man sighed and pressed a button by the door, where a large man and woman pushed through and came right for him. Strong hands wrapped around his shoulders and pinned his arms to his sides. Louis yelled and screamed, attempting to shove them off of him.

"You're fucking crazy!" His voice cracked as he pushed back, tears streaming down his face. His ankles were now cuffed to to the floor no matter how much he kicked. Louis screamed harder as one of the officers pinned his right wrist down to cuff it to the table.

"We don't want to hurt you-"

"Get off!" He cried.

And as Louis's left wrist was cuffed to the metal surface, his body slumped and he let out choked sob.

Hands continued to hold his arms down and he felt as scissors were taken to the back of his hoodie, cutting it open. Cold air brushed over his his back, but he couldn't feel it. Nor could he hear the clicking of the camera as his exposed skin was photographed. He didn't notice the flash of the camera as much as he did the mix of purple and black crawling around on his neck as he stared at his reflection in the mirror in front of him.

One thing repeated itself in Louis's mind.

"He loves me. He does."

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I don't know what it is with me writing about toxic relationships, but here we are again. Btw, if you have watched Euphoria, I'm sure you recognized the scene. I do not own it, or the lines.

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