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At the beginning, Liam had no doubt that he and Harry were the perfect couple. They fell in love only a few months after One Direction was formed. They only grew closer as they worked on X-Factor together, despite having to hide their relationship. Even through all the Larry Stylinson rumors, Harry would always return to Liam, cuddling him at night, making love to him to prove that he was his only love. It was on tour that Larry began to disappear and Lirry became dominant in the fan base. The fans knew something was going on: Liam would whisper into Harry’s ear a little too long on stage. Harry would practically sit on Liam’s lap in nearly every interview. Paparazzi even got a photo of the secret couple holding hands during what was supposed to be a ‘private’ tour through a local museum in Liam’s hometown. But when asked to confirm the rumor, the boys neither denied or confirmed it.
It was only the five boys that knew how strong the two boys relationship was. After their tour they decided to all move into a house together. Liam and Harry shared a room, and practically had their own little section of the house, while the other boys got their own section. The boys could be together without any pressure, and neither Zayn, Niall, or Louis seemed to mind… at first at least.
Liam was sure nothing could break his relationship apart, that is until one night Harry came home a little later than usual. It went down hill from there.
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Liam typed away at his computer, working on an email to Simon, giving him an update on the boys. He sent one every week, telling how everyone was doing with their time off tour and working on their album. He explained how Niall was still hungry all the time, nothing changing with him much. He mentioned that Zayn’s moody behavior was going away after the big deal of him deleting his twitter and his break up with Perrie. He said he and Harry were perfectly fine, and were being extra careful not to be caught. Liam paused and examined the email, knowing that he was dreading writing the next bit of information.
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Louis still isn’t the same. He still acts the same in public, but I know something is wrong, but he won’t tell me. Not even Harry. Ever since the tour, he’s just been different. It’s not affecting our image, yet, but I’ll still keep my eye on him. - Liam Payne
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Liam pressed send and then closed the lap top. He looked at the clock, seeing it was passed midnight. He grabbed his phone, sending a text to his boyfriend. “Where are you, love? xx”
He didn’t have to wait long before he got a reply. “OUt. Lou pisse me of, needed a drunk.”
Liam frowned deeply. It wasn’t rare that Louis and Harry argued; Louis temper was pretty short now-a-days, but Harry wasn’t one to go out and drink just because he was mad, but he especially wasn’t one to go out without Liam tagging along. Liam knew Harry liked to drink, but the younger lad always had his boyfriend there to make sure he stayed out of trouble. But Liam wasn’t with him, and he was worried. “I’m not going to comment on how badly you are drunk texting right now. Where are you? I’ll come get you..”
“No neeed tim, b home soon, promis xx,” came the reply after Liam’s phone beeped a few minutes later.
Liam sighed and laid down in his bed, alone. He was worried about his boyfriend, even though he knew, even drunk, Harry wouldn’t allow himself to drive home or get into any wild bar fights. He turned off the light and tried to settle in, thinking that time would move faster if he could fall asleep. Luckily, he managed to fall into a light sleep.
A few hours later, Liam was awoken by the sound of the bedroom door slamming shut. Liam sat up and made out Harry stumbling in the darkness, grumbling to himself.
“Nogoodfuckingtwat!” Harry grumbled and gasped when he hit his shin on the corner of the bed.
“Babe?” Liam said, turning on the light.
“Gaawwd,” Harry groaned, stumbling backwards from the light, his hand going to cover his eyes.
Liam pulled the sheets back and got out of bed, going to Harry. “Hey, come on, lets get you to bed,” he said, gently grasping Harry’s arm.
“No,” Harry said, pulling away from Liam. “That son of a bitch is gunna ruin everything,” he slurred.
“Who is, Harry?” Liam asked, concerned.
Harry looked up at Liam and frowned, as if only noticing that his boyfriend was there. “Nothing,” he said. “I don’t want to sleep,” he explained and pulled Liam to him, putting his arms around his shoulders.
“Harry, you stink of alcohol,” Liam complained, trying to pry Harry’s large hands off his body.
Whether Harry didn’t hear him, or whether he did and just ignored him, Liam wasn’t sure. But Harry continued to roam his hands all over Liam’s barely clothed body.
“You’re not how I like you,” Harry grumbled, nipping at Liam’s neck.
Liam couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Sorry that I don’t sleep naked like you, Haz,” he said, and managed to get a grip on Harry’s hands and pry them off his boxer-clad ass.
“Just the boxers, lemme get ‘em off,” Harry begged as Liam finally pushed him off.
“Not tonight Harry, you need to get to sleep,” Liam explained and moved his boyfriend to sit on the bed. He knelt down and pulled off Harry’s sneakers.
“Hmm, Li, normally I’m the one removing the clothing,” Harry grinned and pulled off his t-shirt.
“Yeah, well from the look of you, you’re having trouble not falling off the bed right now, so I’m not sure how you’d be able to handle much more clothes-removing,” Liam said, pulling off Harry’s socks.
“Oh, I think I can manage,” Harry said and grabbed Liam’s shoulders, pulling him up from the ground and pulled him on top of himself.
Liam gasped, surprised by the strength the younger boy managed to muster up. Liam wiggled on top of Harry, their bare chests rubbing together. “Stop it,” he said, pushing his hands down on either side of Harry’s head and pushing himself up.
“Don’t tell me that,” Harry said and pushed Liam over. He moved rather quickly and was now straddling the older lad. “Telling me to stop means you don’t want me,” Harry pouted and pressed his lips against Liam’s in a passionate kiss.
Liam felt the passion, something Harry was known for having towards Liam, but he also noticed something was off. There was passion, but it lacked the sweetness and gentleness that normally came with it. Instead, Liam felt nothing except lust and… was that anger? Despite wanting to get his young boyfriend to sleep, Liam returned the kiss, trying not to be repulsed by the taste of alcoholic drinks and pretzels in Harry’s mouth.
Harry ran his hands down Liam’s toned arms before gripping his wrist and pinning them above his head.
“Harry, what are you doing?” Liam asked once Harry finally pulled away to catch his breath.
“I told you, I want you,” Harry said, a glint in his eye that Liam never saw before.
“And I told you, it’s not going to happen,” Liam said, trying weakly to get his wrists free from Harry’s strong hands.
“Why not?” Harry demanded, his lip snarling ever so slightly.
Liam frowned at this. Harry was normally very reasonable when he was drinking, and he’s never seen Harry actually angry at him for denying sex.
“I told you, we need to get to sleep. We have an interview in the morning,” Liam explained.
“Liar,” Harry said, his grip tightening on Liam’s wrists.
“What? I’m not lying, Haz, you knew about this interview for a week now,” Liam said.
“No, that’s not what I mean,” Harry explained. “You just don’t want me anymore,” he said and Liam’s heart broke at the tears that formed in Harry’s eyes.
“What?! No, that’s not true at all!” Liam gasped, his upper body moving forward, wanting to wrap his arms around Harry, but the younger boy had yet to release Liam’s wrists.
“Then let me make love to you, Li,” Harry begged and didn’t wait for a response before Liam felt Harry’s hard-on rubbing up against his boxers. Harry’s face disappeared against Liam’s neck, placing warm kisses along it before he sucked on the tender skin.
“Hazza,” Liam winced as Harry’s teeth bit onto his skin. He couldn’t deny that the boy pinning him down was turning him on. They both experimented on the dominancy in their sexual relationships, but Harry was taking it to a new level, and Liam was unsure how he felt about it.
Harry pulled away and finally let go of Liam’s wrists. Liam sighed in relief, moving his arms down, wiggling his fingers as feeling returned to his hands. He looked up at Harry who was still straddling him, but he was no longer making advances towards Liam.
“You don’t want me,” Harry said again, but this time his face wasn’t lined with sadness, it was lined with anger.
“Again, not true,” Liam said, growing annoyed by this drunken Harry.
Harry rolled his eyes placed his hands on Liam’s chest, pushing his back down on the bed. “Don’t lie to me,” he glared.
“I’m not-,” WHACK!
Time froze as Liam was suddenly staring at the wall, instead of at Harry. He blinked, seeing dots in his vision as the pain spread a crossed his now bright red cheek.
“Don’t’ lie to me,” Harry’s voice repeated and Liam slowly turned his head back to his boyfriend, staring at him in disbelief.
“Hazza…” Liam said in a quiet voice, feeling his right eye watering from the back-handed slap.
“Don’t cry Liam, it’s not worth it,” Harry said, reaching out and brushing the fallen tear from Liam’s abused cheek.
But Liam wasn’t aware that he was even crying. He didn’t actually register that Harry just slapped him.
“You’re not very pretty when you cry,” Harry concluded before rolling off of Liam and snuggling into the pillows before passing out.
Liam stared at the ceiling, his mind registering the past minute. The love of his life, the one person he trusted more than anyone, the one person who he thought could never hurt a fly, just hit him. He brought his hand to his cheek, feeling the burn. He blinked, now feeling actual tears appear in his eyes. He wasn’t sure how long he laid there, analyzing every moment of the evening, but eventually he fell into a sleep clouded with nightmares.