Chapitre 14: Thirteen
"Just do it, Harry!"
"I can't!"
Zayn was trying to convince Harry to tell Louis about that night.
Harry kept denying because he thought that either way Louis was still going to hate him for having sex with Nick, consensual or not.
"He'll understand!" Zayn tried to reason. "Louis is against rape! He'll understand that Nick forced you to!"
"But still," Harry spoke in a soft voice. "I tried to explain that day but he didn't let me. How do I know that he changed and will actually forgive me?"
"It's rape, Harold! He'll know that you actually didn't want to do it!"
"But-"
"Just do it!"
With a sigh, Harry got up and interrupted the conversation between Niall and Louis.
"Hey L-louis," Harry stuttered lightly. Of course, he still gets slightly nervous around the boy. But only because Louis is Louis and this subject is still a little sensitive. "Can I t-talk to you?"
"Ooookay," Louis looked unsure.
"Don't worry," Harry chuckled. "It's nothing."
"Okay," Louis said more firmly.
"Great," Harry led Louis into the bathroom. He locked the door and made Louis sit down on the toilet.
"Ooh," Louis said with fake enthusiasm. "Bathroom sex."
Harry rolled his eyes. "This is serious."
"Ok," Louis faked seriousness but enough so that it was believable.
"So," Harry started. "You know how I cheated on you?"
"Yeah?"
"You never let me explain."
"What is there to explain, though? You dropped me off and then had sex with Nick!"
"I was forced to."
Immediately Louis shut his mouth in surprise and widened his eyes. Clearly he wasn't expecting that.
"Nick was drunk and I kept telling him no. He then forced me into my room and obligated me to take my clothes off. He then threw me on the bed and did it with me. He didn't even bother to use lube or condoms. Heck, he didn't even prep me."
Harry wiped a tear from his face. This was all a sensitive subject to him, but he still felt the need to share. He needed to explain to Louis that he still loved him.
"He kept telling me stuff that would seduce me, like he was always in love with me and that he could treat me better than you could. But I knew that that wasn't true. I knew you would always love me more than Nick."
Harry noticed that Louis's eyes were shining with wet tears that were waiting to be let out so they could run all over his cheeks like rivers and streams do. Louis was always weak enough when it came to holding tears in; that's why he always hated watching The Notebook with Harry.
"Fortunately, Gemma walked in and caught Nick red-handed. Nick ran away, but not before he told everyone at the party. That's how the rumors started, but they didn't know half of the story. You believed them, and you broke up with me without letting me explain."
Now the tears in Louis's eyes have given up and were flowing down his cheeks. He couldn't believe Nick raped Harry.
Harry didn't cheat with his own will. He was forced to.
Harry was raped.
Louis knew of one of his mum's friends that was raped as well. She had ended up pregnant but got an abortion. She didn't want to raise her rapist's child. And let's not forget that she had to go to therapy for a while to get over that trauma. He couldn't imagine what it was like for Harry to get over that situation as he was a kid.
And what was worse is that Louis dumped him in the middle of all that. Louis dumped him instead of helping him through it.
"This is a sensitive topic, Louis," Harry said in a low voice. It wasn't dominant, it was broken. "I just talked to you about one of the most miserable moments of my life in which you didn't help.
"I was heartbroken when you broke up with me. I no longer cared about anyone else interested in me, not even the Popular Girls or the crazy girl that went to the park. I only cared about you.
"And that's when I realized the truth: that I will always love you, no matter what."
And that's when it dawned on Louis that he's felt the same way as well. He's always felt like something was missing in his life, and that thing was Harry.
"I love you," Harry said so softly it was barely a whisper.
"I love you too," Louis responded the same way, not wanting to ruin the softness of the moment.
And so, the two of them leaned in for a kiss. It was slow and passionate, having the two of them set their "differences" aside and made up.
The kiss had just as much sparks as their first one. It was immaculate. No tongue, no mouth, just two pairs of lips moving in sync as they both tasted each other after so long.
Louis would be lying if he said that he didn't miss Harry's lips on his own. It was like during these seven years he missed the taste of salt and vinegar from Harry.
"Hey Louis," Harry spoke in between their lips. "Will you be my boyfriend again?"
"Sure," Louis answered, melting into the kiss again.
They both pulled away and embraced each other in a long hug, both boys crying into each other's shoulder.
After a few minutes, they heard voices shuffle through the door.
"Can you move? I can't hear anything!"
"Why are you so pressed, Niall? They're probably just talking about something."
"But Liam! I heard kissing noises!"
"Zayn! Help!"
Harry and Louis just laughed and opened the door. They quickly made their way out, ignoring the boys' giddy faces filled with excitement, for they were only basking in each other's glory and acting as if nothing else existed.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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