Mentions of abuse
Harry's POV
I sit and run my fingers through Louis's hair while his head is in my lap, humming softly to him. His eyes are closed and his chest is slowly rising and falling.

I love seeing him like this.

There's not much noise except for the static TV in the corner and the mumbling coming from one of the patients. Louis has a small smile on his face and I feel my heart swell just seeing him like this.

I hear a group of footsteps approach and I look up, feeling instantly protective. It's a group of nicely dressed men and women. Their eyes scan me and then land on Louis.

They have guns in their belts, and a badge around their necks.

FBI agents.

"Are you Harry Styles?" Someone asks.

I nod and Louis's eyes slowly open. His eyes land on me and he smiles, making me smile back.

"Are you Louis Tomlinson?" The same person asks. Louis's head snaps over to them and he quickly sits up, nodding.

"May we have a word with you two?" They ask. I nod slowly and Louis is frozen. His eyes are wide and he's slightly shaking.

"Use your words Lou." I say softly in his ear.

"C-can I stay w-with Harry?" He asks, pressing closer to my side. One lady smiles and nods, ushering us with her hand.

"Of course, we wouldn't separate you two." She says, sensing Louis's nervousness.

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They tell us they they're going to be taking a video of our "session" for evidence.

"So, Harry Styles," the man starts, sitting at the big round oval table. "You're claiming you didn't kill those people." He says, looking at a file.

"Yes, I am." I say confidently. I know I didn't.

"You know the only reason we're reopening your case is because there was another killing similar to the ones before and because Dr. Payne doesn't believe you did it." He says. I remain silent and look over at Louis.

He's playing with the string on his pants with his head down.

"Now, this is Louis Tomlinson, yes?" He asks, making Louis's head snap up.

"Yes." I say, placing a protective hand on his thigh.

"And what is he to you? Relationship wise." He asks, scanning over Louis's body. I slowly rub my thumb back and forth feeling him relax a little.

"Well he was the only person who even dared to talk to me when I first got here. We then slowly became friends then boyfriends." I say. The man just keeps his eyes on Louis.

"And from his patient file it says he kille-"

"Don't say it out loud." I say, cutting him off. He nods slowly and continues.

"It says he did some bad things and reacts violently when touched. Is that right?" He questions. I nod, glancing over at Louis who is staring at his lap again. "So what everyone wants to know, is why he trusts you. Of all people." He says, with a smirk.

"I-I don't know." I say, genuinely confused.

"Because of him, the judges and the agents and the police are reconsidering your case, looking over everything again." He says. Louis blushes and bites his lip to suppress his smile. "So Mr. Tomlinson, if I may ask, why do you trust Mr. Styles here so much?" He asks. Louis slowly looks up at me and I nod encouragingly.

"H-he's kind." He says softly.

"Care to explain a little more?" He man says. Louis nods and thinks before looking up and smiling.

"He made me feel safe when I was terrified of everything and he made me feel wanted when no one else did and he made me feel whole again after I thought I was broken beyond repair." He says softly.

The man stares at Louis in shock, as do I.

Do I really do that to him?

"Um- wow. So you trust Harry a lot huh?" He asks. Louis smiles and nods, stealing a glance at me before quickly looking back to the man. "Well, thank you for sharing that. It'll help Harry a lot and we'll see what we can do about getting you out of here too Louis." He says standing up.

Oh my god.

He's actually going to try and get Louis out.

Everyone has said he's a lost cause.

"W-wait, you can get me out?" Louis asks, his eyes sparkling with hope.

"We'll see what we can do. From your files it's not looking good but there's still a chance.

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I kiss Louis as his hands hold mine tightly. He pulls back to giggle and I smile, hearing such a melodic sound.

"Harry," he starts, resting his head against my chest. I hum and he takes a deep breath before speaking. "C-can you teach me how to kiss like in the movies?" He asks softly. I stare at his face nervously, nodding slowly.

I grab his chin and tilt his head to the side, leaning in. He stares at me with his blue eyes, his mouth slightly open.

Our lips slowly meet and he puts one hand on my bicep and the other on my chest, gripping my shirt.

I slowly let my tongue swipe along his bottom lip, making him tense slightly. I pull back and he stares at me, blinking softly.

"Lou, baby, we don't have to do this." I say quietly.

"No, Harry!" He shouts, pulling me closer by my shirt. "I want to! Please." He says, eyes darting from my mouth to my eyes.

"Okay. Can I put my tongue in your mouth?" I ask. He looks at me before giggling, shaking his head.

"People like that?" He asks, smiling at me like a child. His eyes bright.

"Yeah, that's how they kiss in the movies." I say, smiling at him. He shrugs and let's me kiss him again.

I lick at his bottom lip again and he opens his mouth this time. My tongue explores his mouth and he whimpers, his grip tightening on me. He pulls back to get air and I move to pepper kisses on his neck. He whimpers and throws his head back, gasping for air.

"H-Harry." He says softly, trying to pull back. I continue to kiss his shoulder and then down his collar bones.

I pull back and look at his puffy lips and flushed appearance.

"Yeah?" I ask. He nods slowly and smiles.

"Yeah. I liked it." He says, blushing cutely. I smile and pull him into a hug, enjoying the feeling of his warmth. I feel something on my leg and I look down, seeing Louis's tented trousers.

Oh.

"H-Harry?" He asks, seeming scared. Has he never had a boner before. "What's that? It feels funny." He says softly.

"You, uh, you get it when you feel good." I say softly.

"Make it go away." He says angrily, huffing a little. I laugh and grab his hip, sitting him on the bed.

"It has to go away on its own baby." I say. He stares at it and then looks back up to me.

"Daddy, used to get them before he would touch me." He says, looking so painfully innocent.

"What?" I ask, taken back. Louis is dead silent, not speaking but still staring at me, blinking slowly. "Louis, what happened at home?" I ask.

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I am actually shit and I'm so sorry for not updating in so long. I just needed to get this out!