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The next few hours were spent with Harry driving Louis insane

He was told to do simple things such as pick things up, get Harry's book, tie Harry's shoelace and pick up Harry's dropped pen about three times

And now he was going to get Harry's glasses from his bedroom

The pain was now unbearable and with every movement it increased

Harry kept slapping his behind every time he was slow and now he could barely walk

He waddled up the stairs and into the bedroom, where he let out a small sob

This was torture

Why couldn't Harry see that?

Maybe because his past submissives were used to this sort of thing. But Louis certainly wasn't

It wouldn't have even hurt as much if Harry had opened him up slower or put a smaller plug in him

But he hadn't. And now Louis was almost crying

He didn't want to break another rule by talking

And he didn't know which one was worse, the silence or the pain

He knelt at the side of the bed and buried his face into the soft duvet

He loud out another whimper and unwanted tears came to his eyes and before he knew it he was out of control

Sobbing violently. And no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't stop

It wasn't just the pain. It was everything

The look of disappointment in Harry's eyes, the lack of speech, the failure to please and the ongoing argument in his head about the bet

He could either lose shamefully, or painfully win

There was no in-between

He couldn't stop crying. He didn't know how long he was knelt there but apparently it was too long because he heard the door open

"Christ Lou, what's wrong?" He heard Harry's voice behind him

Louis almost laughed because of the irony. He was the one who'd caused this

But also he'd brought it upon himself, and he deserved this. It was his choice to disobey Harry's rules

Louis didn't answer though, not only because he wasn't allowed, but because he couldn't physically speak through his tears

He hated crying in front of people, and he hated it even more in front of Harry

He felt Harry come closer, and he then felt arms wrapped around him, pulling him up gently. He wanted to pull away but he couldn't bring himself to, not after he'd figured out that Harry was the one who comforted him

"What's wrong? You can speak. Please speak" Harry's, voice was filled with concern and regret

Louis stood up with Harry's help. Harry pulled him into his own arms and Louis didn't have the heart to pull away

Not this time

"Baby, please speak" Harry said again

Louis didn't reply, he was too scared that his voice would come out all wrecked and awful

His cheek was pressed against Harry's collar bone and he was probably wetting the taller boys shirt but Harry didn't seem to mind

Harry pulled back after a few seconds and Harry held Louis' shoulders, but the smaller boy looked down, not wanting Harry to see his face after him crying

"What's wrong baby?" He asked, brushing his cheek with the pad of his thumb

Louis couldn't bring himself to talk, sniffing and bringing his sleeve up to his face to wipe his eyes

"Are you hurt?" Harry asked and Louis finally looked up, nodding a little "Fuck, I'm sorry" Harry pulled him back in for a hug, guiding them the sit on the bed

He sat down, pulling Louis into his lap, and this time it wasn't uncomfortable and Harry wasn't purposefully moving. This time Harry was taking care of him

"I'll take it out now okay? Two days is far too long for you, your-" Harry stopped himself and Louis wondered what he was about to say, but didn't question it "I'll take it out now baby"

Louis nodded and looked up "I'm sorry" He sniffed "For sneaking out, and lying, and swearing, and crying now"

He didn't want Harry to be upset with him. He wanted Harry to like him, so that he could look after him and so that he wouldn't hurt him anymore

And he almost felt guilty for planning on fucking up again tomorrow

But it was something he had to do

"It's okay darling. Here, lay down I'll take it out" Harry cooed

Louis bit his lip, knowing that this would hurt

"I'll be gentle" Harry promised and Louis layed down

He trusted Harry

But Harry shouldn't trust him

Harry pulled down his jeans, along with his thin boxers. He put them on the other side of the bed and pushed Louis knees apart gently

Louis rim was aching and sore and Harry instantly felt bad

He stroked Louis' thigh for a few seconds, to try and comfort the smaller boy

He touched the plug lightly, and Louis let out a barely audible gasp, for even the slightest touch was felt because of the over sensitivity

"Just do it" Louis whimpered

And Harry didn't respond, he just complied and slowly pulled the plug out of Louis

It was long and thick, so Louis felt slightly empty once Harry had pulled the whole thing out but it was a good kind of empty, almost a relieved feeling

"You okay now?" Harry asked, lifting Louis to a sitting position by lifting his hips

"Better Sir" Louis answered

"Missed your voice" Harry said quietly, and Louis didn't know whether he was meant to hear that even though it was addressed to him, so he didn't reply

Louis pulled on his boxers but didn't put on his jeans, he felt tired out and he knew that he would be flushed and blushing by now

Harry pulled the boy into his side, and kissed the top of Louis head

And that's how Louis wanted it to stay

But it wouldn't

Even if Harry wanted it to be that way, Louis wouldn't let it

Because he had plans that started tomorrow, and they were contradicting this moment completely

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