Take Me There (AU): Chapter Two.
Harry was tired of pretending. His life was a completely lie. His dreams had been crushed since the day he was born. All his life had been marked by loneliness and departure. He always felt out of place, different. Something inside him wasn’t working right; and it was since that day, he realized he was broken. Harry was in need of a heal. But he was afraid to one thing in particular: He was afraid to speak. He had always been reserved; he kept his feelings just for himself. Harry needed a fix.
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: AU. Angst. Self-harming, depression and departure.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Louis, Harry or the rest of the boys -even if I want to-. I don’t get anything in return, I just love to write.
I’m sorry but I have to warn you. This chapter is rated R. It’s like, really dark, so, if you can’t handle sensitive topics, I suggest you not to read it. If you can, well, do it then :)
Chapter 2:
The room was silent and calm, until a beep sound disturbed the ambient and caused the young boy to wake up instantly.
A body squirmed in between the sheets.
“Mmphmpmh.” Harry whimpered with sleepiness.
He shifted in his bed and stirred his muscles leaving a soft sigh.
He rubbed his eyes and groaned in discomfort at the first thought in his mind. It was Thursday and he had to present his essay. Oh yeah, something he’d been working just in two days ago.
He groaned again.
In the school everyone was more serious and exigent; and Harry just turned seventeen. It was obvious he was a little lazy.
But he had to do it. The last he wanted was to fail any assignment. No, that wasn’t in his plans.
He stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, and then he focused his gaze in nowhere -in particular- in the room and just stared.
Harry was motionless. It was like those times in the morning when you just sat on the bed and kept waiting until the sleep will run away from you.
He blinked.
He caught the sight of his Math book thrown openly over his desk.
Like he said before, it wasn’t that he hated math. He hated the class, he also hated the teacher. Harry didn’t had anything against the professor, he was just…a professor. It was just, that he felt uncomfortable when he was around. There was something he didn’t like in absolute.
He hoped it was something transient, something he wouldn’t have to worry about in the future.
Because it really concerned him.
He blinked again and shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? It was insane.
He was getting paranoid now. He stood up from his bed and walked towards his closet.
It was better to get ready now.
English class was waiting for him.
_*_
“You’re going now?” A voice interrupted him as he was walking to the front door.
Harry blinked in confusion. Since when did his father was concerned about something related to him? He barely talked to him.
He turned around and caught his father’s intensely gaze on him. Harry scratched the back of his neck.
“Huh, yeah?” He mid/ask stopping, scratching and twisting his hand in front of him as if he was pressuring for an answer.
“Alright.” The man nodded. “I’m warning you, I’ll come later today.” His father looked at him questioningly, and then focused again on the TV.
Harry turned his head to the door with a frown on his face.
He could just leave a note like always.
Weird.
_*_
The bell rang indicating the beginning of the classes.
Everyone started walking and enter into the big front door on the center of the building.
It could be like, approximately five minutes when the desperate footsteps resounded, and broke the silence that filled the big garden.
The curly boy ran with hurry through the white and empty hallways from the school.
He was late.
He should have been quicker with his walking, but no, he refused to do it as he was looking at the grey sky above him.
He was lucky when entered the classroom door and the teacher was not sitting on the chair yet.
He sighed with heaviness and walked towards his place.
Just seconds after, he heard all the noises shut down, and he saw that the teacher was entering the classroom.
“Good morning young people,” The teacher’s calm voice caught Harry’s attention. “You can leave me your essays over here.” She patted the corner of the desk and everyone moaned in discomfort.
Gently, each student stood up and delivered their respective works in front of the teacher’s gaze.
He sighed again and just turned his face to look at the window and stare at the clouds that filled the sky.
It was going to be a long day.
_*_
He kept playing with the pencil between his fingers and sighed with boredom.
He turned his face and looked outside from the window. The wind moved the tree’s leafs and caused some of them to fell on the grass.
“Harry Styles!” Some strong voice called after him and the green eyed widened his eyes in surprise and looked away from the window. The teacher caught him distracted. Shit, shit, shit. “Am I bothering you?” Mr. Thompson asked sarcastically and Harry squirmed in his sit. Everyone was curiously looking at him. “Let me ask you. Do you know the result of this problem?”
Oh great. His favorite teacher.
Harry nodded as if with that he was going to leave him alone. But no, Harry wasn’t that lucky.
“Resolve it for me, please.” He offered the marker and Harry slowly reached for it. He stepped away at the feeling of their fingers touching. The smile on his face was quite disturbing and intimidating.
Harry turned at his side and stared at the problem written in red color at the board in front of him.
He carefully examined it.
(a+b) (a2- ab+b2)
Harry hummed slowly while his mind was trying to process the equation printed in front of him.
He started to play with the marker between his fingers.
It was something easy.
He’d done a lot of them when he was younger.
He approached his hand to the board and when the tip of the marker was starting to touch on it, he saw his hand was shaking. He could feel the hole in his stomach and his hands getting sweaty in a pure sign of discomfort. And the gaze the teacher was giving to him was not helping in absolute.
He gulped and slipped the marker on the surface of the board.
He started to resolve it.
First, he had to delete the parentheses.
His hand started to work magically, too much to the other people’s stare. Harry added the last number, and yeah. He finished working.
And that was it.
The result was: a3+b3
“Well done, Mr. Styles.” The teacher shot him an approval gaze and Harry looked away. “But that doesn’t change the fact you weren’t putting attention.” His eyes showed anger and it made him squirm again. He waited for him to say another word, but as he didn’t say anything, he started to move towards his place. He sat on the chair and almost fainted at the words he heard after. “And, Mr. Styles, May I see you after class?” He asked with a strong voice.
Oh god no. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He had no choice but nod at the requirement.
Like he said early, it was going to be a long day.
_*_
The bell rang and all the other boys in the room started to get up and pack their belongings into their respective bags.
And Harry also did that, but he was stopped in his tracks at the sound of another voice breaking the silence that formed when the last student left the classroom.
“You, come over here.” Mr. Thompson called him and Harry just looked around the classroom and he realized he was actually talking to him.
Yes, Harry had some hope it wasn’t him who he meant.
Harry shifted in his seat and slowly started to get up. He walked toward the professor’s desk and when he was inches apart, he stopped.
The man waited until there were no voices echoed through the hallways and closed the door, locking it.
Harry couldn’t help but felt a small pit on his stomach.
“Harry Styles.” The man’s voice was intimidating, and his eyes were focused on him, scanning him up and down. Harry shifted uncomfortable.
He was getting nervous. The man was looking at him in such a strange way. Definitely making Harry uncomfortable. The man was looking at him like he was a piece of meat.
No, that couldn’t be. He’s a professor. My professor. Harry thought. But that didn’t help in absolute. “I have to say that, you’re an incredible student.” The professor sounded really strange. “And, I’ve never seen anyone like you before. You’re really different.” Harry blinked paralyzed.
“Huh, thanks?”
“Don’t thank me yet.” The man winked at him.
Yes, winked.
If Harry wasn’t wrong, he sounded like he was trying to seduce him. God.
Harry was starting to feel sick. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t happening.
But he actually started to panic when he felt how one hand was put on his right knee, and then started rubbing it.
Wait, What?
“Sir, excuse me?” Harry gasped in shock as he put the hand away.
Harry’s voice was a little weak and almost broke in the way.
“Harry, I’m sure you don’t want to fail this assignment, don’t you?” Harry blinked.
Unconsciously his mind travelled across his thoughts and remembered the situation with his father in the other morning.
“Of course I don’t.” He whispered and shot a look at the door. It was locked.
Harry was starting to feel trapped.
His heart began to pound.
“Then, I’m sure you don’t mind doing, a special extra work.” The man purred in his ear.
He trembled.
He felt a lump in his throat and he was getting dizzy.
Harry shook his head in disapproval and started to play with his fingers over his lap.
He dropped his head. He felt a lump in his throat and he felt an itch on his nose. His eyes watered.
He couldn’t help but feel suffocated, like he was getting trapped. Harry felt like he was failing and giving into the game that no one wanted to be a victim from.
“No? Well, I’m afraid I’ll have to fail you.” A devilish smirk played on his features and put his hands on Harry’s shoulders.
Harry was about to cry.
If that happened, his father would definitely kill him.
Jesus Christ, this couldn’t be happening.
“Don’t do this to me.” Harry whispered. He felt a chill running through his spine, crawling into his brain. It was the freezing touch of fear he felt on that precise moment. “Don’t make me do this.” Harry cried, he wasn’t aware that the first tear fell until he felt the salty taste on his lips. “Please.” His body started to tremble just at the tiny thought of him being forced to do something he really was afraid of.
“Save your begs for later.” The man growled and then turned the boy with force, and so quickly that Harry’s eyes widened in shock.
The man lifted him from the chair and pushed him against the wall.
Harry’s eyes left the tears fall.
Harry’s mouth opened and he was about to let a panic scream escape from his throat but the man put a hand on his mouth.
“Don’t you dare scream, or it’ll hurt more.” He threatened.
Harry sobbed at the hand on his mouth and pressed his eyes with fear. It was going to happen.
And he lost the sense of time since then.
He just remembered how the man turned him around and pressed him against the cold wall. He started to bite Harry’s neck and licking the pale flesh leaving some marks printed on the boy’s skin. The older digged his hands under his shirt and travelled around his waist until they reached the hem of his trousers.
Harry put his hand trying to prevent him but it was in vain. The man pushed his hands away and undid the belt and rolled down the zipper, making Harry’s trousers fell on the ground only being stopped by his ankles.
He undid his own trousers and positioned behind Harry. And the boy just bit his lip as he was expecting the worst to come.
He just wished he was ready, but he only could leave a loud cry at the much pain that whipped his body suddenly.
He felt like he was being ripped apart.
His whole life was fading away from him.
The man intruded into him just in a blink of an eye. He wasn’t being careful, and less painstaking.
Harry cried more. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. What did he do to deserve something like that?
The man kept thrusting into him until he was ‘satisfied’. Harry didn’t feel anything. The whole pain he was getting through was enough to make his mind fell off.
The man groaned at his ear and Harry felt his eyelids started to feel weak.
Nothing could explain what he was feeling.
… How much time happened?
Five hours?
Ten minutes?
One day?
Sorry, he wasn’t aware at anything that was surrounding him. He felt himself numb, and motionless. The only thing he could notice was the darkness that was covering the sky.
He felt a pain on his right arm and that’s when he was more conscious. Harry felt how he fell over the floor without any care.
The man pushed him and left him on the sidewalk, just outside the school’s principal door. What seemed like hours, just happened in just thirty minutes at much.
“See you tomorrow.” The man smiled and left. Just like that.
Not even caring if the poor boy needed something, or was still alive.
Well, he wasn’t. He was empty.
He slipped under the floor and started sobbing louder as the realization about what happened to him, impacted on his mind.
He couldn’t believe it.
He would expect all the bad things that happened to him, but not that.
Harry had been raped.