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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson, Niall_Horan/Barbara_Palvin, Liam_Payne/
      Sophia_Smith, Perrie_Edwards/Zayn_Malik, Zayn_Malik/Liam_Payne, Josh
      Devine/Niall_Horan
  Character:
      Eleanor_Calder, Anne_Cox, Jay_Tomlinson, Harry_Potter, Louis_Tomlinson,
      Liam_Payne, Sophia_Smith, Perrie_Edwards, Zayn_Malik, Josh_Devine,
      Barbara_Palvin
  Additional Tags:
      Bottom_Harry, Top_Louis, Aliens, Horror_(slight), Alien_Abduction, Public
      Blow_Jobs, Virgin_Harry, Punk_Louis, Anal_Sex, Making_Out
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-21 Updated: 2014-09-27 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4111
****** Bright Stars ******
by FightingForYou
Summary
     Louis and Harry have been friends for a year and Harry has a "slight"
     crush on Louis. One night (After a lot of convincing) Louis gets
     Harry to come to the field with him. Niether expected the outcome of
     there innocent get together.
Notes
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***** Chapter 1 *****
Tonight was a very strange night; he took me in the field at 12:00 in the
morning, the field was pretty scary at night but for some reason I felt safe
with him, Even though I met him a little over a year ago. I didn’t understand
how I could have became friends with someone as cool as Louis, He had tattoos,
red hair, and gages. My mom wouldn’t even let me have a fake washable tattoo
let alone a permanent statement on my body. We lay down. The long pieces of
grass tickle my leg all the way up to my knee. I smile at Louis who is looking
deeply at the stars in almost a loving way.
I sort of remember how we met like it was yesterday; I was in the bathroom at
the urinals peeing when all of a sudden he came in. He
walked with a swagger that made you believe that he owned the place, he wore
his ‘I’m a senior’ smug smirk on his face, and there was a small bit of
sassiness. The chain on his pants jiggled lightly as he walked over to the
urinal right next to mine. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his.um.. Penis.
He took it out without even acknowledging my presences. He closed his eyes and
a yellow stream began to shoot. I blushed awkwardly, It was weird seeing
another guys penis, I mean I was a freshman this year I had come from a Private
middle school with private areas for changing for gym class and private walls
between the urinals. I remember snapping myself out of it I was so lost in
Thought about me seeing another guys penis that I hadn’t realized I had gazed
off looking directly at it. He glanced over at me and I ran a hand through my
hair, stuffing my self back into my pants and going over to the sink briskly
scrubbing my hands and exiting
the urinals. After that time there were constant others when I would go to the
bathroom and see Louis either smoking a joint with a raven haired bloke or
getting sucked off by some brunette bloke.
One day after I walked in to him with one of his brunettes he told me Hi and I
said Hi back, and the rest was just a blur. Louis had brought me out of my
shell. He made me sneak out with him to clubs, Skip school, and even get a tiny
bit tipsy. I had share everything with him and he had share everything with
me.. At least I thought.
“Hey Harry,” Louis says crossing his legs and sitting up on his elbows.
“Yeah?” I ask completely frightened by his sudden words.
“Let’s go exploring in the woods over there!” He stands to his feet brushing
off stray pieces of grass. Louis eyes shine brightly in the moonlight. I bite
my lip and look downwards. Okay, so I might have a small tinny crush on Louis.
How could I not? He was the definition of beauty, gorgeous, and handsome. Louis
was everything at once. And I couldn’t help but internally groan because I knew
I would never get to be one of those brunettes that got the privilege to be
under him. But aside from that thought, the woods? What about slender man? And
the dark? And the creepy abandon houses?
What if Louis thinks you’re not cool for going?
Maybe I could just play it cool? Yeah! Play it cool. Smooth Styles
“I don’t know Lou, I want to get home before my mom realizes that I’m not
there, and plus it’s pretty muddy and I don’t want to get my shoes muddy,” I
say.
Good job harry!
Why thank you Har—
I hear the starting of chicken noises coming from Louis’ mouth.
“I don’t wanna get my shoes dirty, poor posh Harry, ‘fraid of a little mud. Tsk
tsk tsk.” He says laughing.
“Fine!” I say angrily. “if you think I’m a wuss for not going then I am!”
“Alright, You stay here and I’ll go investigate. Who knows? Might even find me
some treasure. Then I’ll be rich and you’ll be begging me ‘Louis, Louis can I
please can I lick your feet?’ “
“I don’t think dirt will make you rich. Because, I promise you that’s all your
gonna find out there. “
“Haha very funny.” Louis hops in the back of his red rusty pick-up truck and
retrieves a flashlight.
“See ya!”
I didn’t like that we were splitting apart from each other. I didn’t want Louis
to get hurt.”
“P-promise me you’ll text me if something goes wrong, yeah?”
He comes over towards me ruffling my curls. I lean into stupidly and he smirks
at me ruining the moment.
“Don’t be such a baby.” He says pinching my cheek and walking through the tall
grass into the woods. Something in the back of my mind urged me to followed
behind. But I stayed my ground insisting that Louis was older, stronger, and
smarter anyway. I shouldn’t have been focused on myself and how scared I would
have been if I were to have gone with him. But, the price was paid.
~O~
During the next 30 minutes I got worried. I’d texted Louis Twice to make sure
he was okay. I hadn’t replied once. I got out of the car and slammed the door
pacing a little in the dark. To be honest being in the woods with Louis would
have probably been better then staying here alone.
Go into the woods! It’s been 35 minutes! What if he’s hurt! Or even dead?! Your
15 HARRY GROW SOME BALLS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AND GO SAVE THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE!
I had set one foot towards the woods when suddenly Louis appeared. He didn’t
have his usually smirk on his face. His mouth was parted and his eyes were dark
like those oceans he had for eyes had been sucked dry. I got in the car and he
got in the car too. He was silent and my paranoia started to kick in. What if
He knew I liked him? What if someone was in the woods and told him that I liked
Hi—oh jeez Harry not everything is about you! Maybe he’s hurt.
“Louis?” I said. He stared mouth agape out the window “Lou?”
He doesn’t acknowledge me, rather he starts the ignition and drives off. When
we get to my house the porch lights turn on. Oh god I’m screwed.
“Goodnight Lou… If anything is wrong you text me okay?”
“Goodnight Harry” Louis head turns to me, his eyes are alarmingly black, Like
in some sort of horror film. I jump out of the car quickly. Not looking back. I
don't know what happened to Louis. But what ever it was I hope it passes soon
***** The Changing *****
Chapter Summary
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Louis drove away in the darkness leaving me a little confused and worried. My
mind instantly went to a conclusion; maybe Louis got raped. God, was that even
possible? Louis was strong. He could easily make a person regret the day they
were born. Louis was also suave he could charm a person until they fainted or
dropped there pants are both. I don’t bother trying to sneak in. My mum was
already sitting at the dinning table; a hard expression plastered to her face.
My mum’s lips are trembling and she finally opens her mouth
“You we’re with that- that man were you now?” She spits out
Louis had failed a grade so now he was a 19-year-old kid in the 12th grade. My
mum thought it was “Inappropriate” for a 15 year old to hand out with a 19 year
old. My mom knew my sexuality, though I didn’t tell her anything. She knew I
was gay, and it wasn’t like me and Louis was having sex or anything. We kissed
one time for fun. It wasn’t my first time kissing someone. It shouldn’t have
felt like a first kiss but it did. It was magical and weird almost. Louis had
whispered in my ear, the vodka smell on his breath,
Do you want to do something fun, Harry?” He slurs at me, bottle in his hand. He
sloppily drinks a bit more and I snatch the bottle from his mouth when he
starts imitating a blow-job.
Louis, stop!” I say as he starts nibbling on my ear. He had bit it once
playfully but this time his tongue was moving with his teeth and it was sultry
and it made me shiver
Everything was twitching on my body. He trailed his kisses to my jaw close to
my lips. I closed my eyes and he stopped for a minute. I could feel he was
looking at me so I opened my eyes. He smiled a bit and pushed me down onto his
bed. He kissed my forehead then my rights cheek then my left and then my chin.
When he was done kissing my chin, he licked up to my lips and started kissing
me. He squeezed my inner thigh and I gasped a bit in shock. He took that
opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth, licking inside.
My cock was throbbing by this time. He had gotten completely on top of me and
started lazily humping himself on me, His dick rubbing against my own. I broke
from the kiss to turn my head gasping. He goes back up to my neck and starts
biting and sucking.
Oh,” I sighed. “Louis don’t” He didn’t listen he turned my head back and kissed
me deeply again. He raised my hips to collide with his own and then suddenly
he's trailing down my stomach, hand up my shirt; pinching a nipple. By this
time I’m trying not to come in my underwear. He’s so close to my penis that
it’s twitching like crazy.
When he he’s close to my abdomen I began to struggle. Before I know it Louis is
softly snoring on my lower stomach. The alcohol tired him out. I take his head
off of my stomach and pulled down my shirt. Louis immediately curls into
himself; knew to his chest, on the other side of the bed. I pant wondering what
the hell just happened.
The next day it’s different. Everything is. I had climbed out of Louis window
and went home after what happened and went back home. When I woke up in my room
that morning, I went to the bathroom to see if the sucking and biting had left
me with a hickey. It did. I covered it with a turtleneck and went on to school.
Regardless of how silly I looked with a scarf on in the middle of August and
the questionable looks from my mother that morning. I find Louis leaning over
the sink in the freshman hall bathroom. Blunt in one hand other hand on his
forehead. Probably from a hangover.
He looks over at me, his nose piercing shining from the dinky bathroom lights.
Actually everything about him is shining. Like always. He signals me closer and
I awkwardly walk over to him, like a baby deer taking it’s first steps. He
pulls the scarf from my neck and runs his thumb against the hickey.
“Finally got some I see. Who’s the lucky lady? Gentleman?” He says. He goes
back to looking in the mirror letting go of my scarf. We don’t talk about that
day. He knows he was the one that gave me it, and we don’t talk about the way
my fist balled up in anger.
“Can’t fucking believe you.” I whisper going out the bathroom. Feet stomping
the ground. I collapse outside of the bathroom. Letting a tear slip out.
“Harry!” My mother says. She grasps my shoulders and shakes me. “What did he do
to you? Where did you go with him? That horrible man!”
“Nothing Mum! He didn’t do shit!!” I say angrily. She clenches her fist in
anger at my language. My mothers face is boiling in anger, But still holds the
motherly concern she had before she slapped me. But then her face loses that
and it goes dark and so does the words that come out of her mouth. Dark words
that no mother should ever say to her own child.
“Why can’t you be more like Eleanor?” She says it in a whisper. Eleanor was my
stepsister, my mother actually preferred my step-daughter over me, her blood.
My mother was lonely and depressed, She met Clifford and had gotten re-married
to him; a guy I had barely known. He had moved in with us, coming from
Manchester to Doncaster. He had expectantly brought his 17-year-old daughter,
Eleanor. She was an annoying goodie-goodie. I mean, so was I according to
Louis. But she…she was a whole other world of annoying.
When she had found out of my massive crush on Louis by accidently receiving a
text I meant to send to Niall. She called me ‘Faggot’ constantly. She also
claimed that Louis wouldn’t ever love a guy Because he wasn’t a ‘Fag’ like I
was. When It finally got to me and I began tearing up She said Evilly “is the
little fag gonna cry? Aww!” But when Louis came over it was another story. It
was no secret that she herself had a thing for Louis. When he would come over
to play video games she would get her tightest shorts and tightest shirts that
made her boobs pop, Curl her hair extra curly and wear a little more make-up
then usual and sit in the room while we played.
If I would dare tell her to leave she would surly tell my mother about my
sexuality, and I just wasn’t ready. Only Niall knew, and Louis knew that I was
curious, and now Eleanor.
Sometimes I’m scared Louis would drop being gay for her. Because he would
always flirt back. But he told me he humored her Naivety.
I run the stairs angrily to my room, slamming the door behind me. My room was
plain. One poster on my blue-painted wall. Two photos of Niall and I on my
dresser. And inside the draw on my bedside table. Under a blue blanket, there
were, 4 pictures of Louis.
I know it was weird, but I had such an obsession over my best friend. I’ve had
OCD before. I use to obsess about superheroes and manga. When I hit year 9 I
began looking for something new to obsess over but never found anything. By
year 10 I
had found Louis and he’d filled something deep inside me. Louis was like
glitter, that a little girl sprinkled all over the carpet; No matter what you
do to try and get it out, and when you succeed at getting it out there will
always still be glitter in your carpet. I took a picture of Louis out of my
drawer and stared at it. His eyes crinkled His 3 piercings shining and his eyes
a clear blue. I remember his eyes from tonight and how dark they were. I was a
little afraid now. What had happened to Louis?
~O~
In the morning I smell eggs and bacon. I go to the window wiping the cold fog
out of the way and just staring at my backyard. There’s a big tree outside of
my house where my old tire swing is connected. Birds swoop down into there nest
on the tree and the shrubs sway back and forth with the breeze of the morning.
“Wake Up!” I hear Eleanor’s muffled voice through the door. “It’s not like you
need sleep anyway, you’re already ugly!” I hear her grunt out.
I get myself ready. Pulling up my tight jeans, black boots, and white T-shit
with ‘The Beatles’ Logo on it. I comb my fingers through my hair and then run
downstairs with my booksack.
I Watch as my mom, Eleanor, and Clifford eat breakfast together. I decide not
to go in there and disrupt there family moment.
I unchain my bike and ride it 6 miles to school, Louis 1010% on my mind. I
chain my bike at the station next to the other bikes. I walk into the big
school, Elizabeth High. Niall is leaning casually against the wall. He dorkly
waves over to me.
“Hey ‘arry!” He says a goofy grin on his face.
“You know, for a second I thought you we’re somebody cool. Leaning against the
wall like that.” I say jokingly.
“Oh, Ha.” He says rolling his eyes. “I’ve got news to tell ya. Something
amazin’ happened last night!”
“What is it?” I ask.
“Tell ya in Mr. Grimshaw’s class.”
Just like that the bell rang and Niall and I scampered off to 1st hour.
Mr. Grimshaw sat at his desk smug smile on his face. The bell-ringer already on
the board followed by additional work. Niall and I took our seat in the back
row and he began scribbling on a piece of paper as I copied down and answered
the bell-ringer.
Niall scribbled down words and slanted the paper so that it faced me more.
‘I got some last night’
My eyes went big and I instantly put:
‘No way’
‘Fucking way..’
‘Who??’
‘Barbara. Fucking. Palvin’
Barbara was one of the most prettiest girls in school. She was smart, funny,
and nice. Because she was pretty and popular, Eleanor weaseled her way into
becoming friends with Barbara. Later becoming more popular and gossiping with
Sofia smith about Barbara. But you know, friendship goals.
‘What did she do?’ I write back. Mr Grimshaw is talking about how he wants our
next essay written. I vaguely hear typed on the computer,12 font sized. But 98%
of my attention says on the conversation at hand.
‘She blew me! It felt so good. At first I was a little confused, because
Barbara didn’t want to be a thing with me. But she came over told me she wanted
me really badly and practically jumped me. Don’t tell anyone. So bizarre
though.’
I bite my lip and wondering if Niall came in contact with Louis.
‘Seen Lou?’
‘That Punk that failed? No why?’
‘Just asking’
I get through the rest of the day. No sign of Louis anywhere. Though I do see
someone familiar. A boy with black hair and tanned skin. He wears a black
leather coat and black skinny jeans. He just stares for a while. I break the
stare and walk away.
 
~O~
That night when I get home from school, eat dinner, and do my homework, I have
nothing else to do, and I’m not tired. So, I slide my hand in my loose shorts
and touch the head of my penis. I quiver excitedly imaging that it was Louis
touching me like that. I take off my shorts and underwear and I let my pinkie
slide over the tip and then I wrap my fist around myself. Touching, I squeeze
myself and as soon as pre-come starts leaking out my phone buzzes and I groan.
I speed up my movement, pumping my first up and down on my penis; hips
twitching up with the motions. My phone starts buzzing more constantly;
someone’s calling me.
I turn my phone over and see that Louis name is there. I look down at myself.
My dick is turning really red and it’s sticking up my tummy almost touching my
bell button. I pull my briefs up my legs. Instantly they become translucent and
stick to my crotch.
It’s almost 11 o’clock at night when I receive a text from Louis
Louis, 10:54
--------
H, answer
Louis, 10:55
---------------
Let me up. I’m here
Please
Louis had never begged before. It must be some type of horrifying emergency. I
look outside my window. Louis is there pacing back and forth. When he sees that
I’ve opened the window he starts to climb the emergency ladder slowly. There’s
a pained expression on his face. I pull him into the room and he lies on the
floor of my bedroom breathing heavily. I turn on the bedside lamp to see that
he’s covered in bruises.
“Louis..” I whisper in shock. He’s covered in dark purple bruises and he’s
shaking a little. I run to the bathroom gathering bandages and Neosporn. I put
everything down on the bedside table and I help Louis move over to the bed. He
lies down nestling his face in my pilliow. Then I think about the fact that I
was just masturbating in the spot that he was now in.
I Put his legs in my lap (keeping them far from my crotch) and began doctoring
his leg.
“Louis you’d tell me anything right?”
“ ‘Course” he hisses out as I put the ointment on his leg.
“What happened then?:
“You’d think I was insane.” He says. Red hair sticking to his forehead.
“by this point, I’m believing you get mauled by a bear, so..”
“Nothing like that, I just went into phoebe’s dream and experienced it.”
I ‘m taken back by Louis answer.
“Louis? What the hell? Tell the bloody truth.”
“Just hear me out, okay?” He says eyes sparkling. “ My father was there. He use
to pick on phoebe even go to the point where instead of verbal abuse it became
physical. In her dream she’s running and then there’s a dead end in the house
and she turns or I turn around and the belt starts crashing down on me
especially my legs. So I’m guessing that’s how I got my bruises.” He smiles
shakily. Tears streaming down his face.
I hug Louis tightly. And he cries in my shoulders. He’s not as strong as I have
perceived him to be, but I guess even the strongest people break down at some
point.
~O~
Louis stays the night at my house. I sleep at the foot of the bed while he
sleeps the correct way, I look over at the red numbers blaring at me. The clock
says 3:00. I see Louis stirring and then sitting up, staring into the darkness.
I don’t speak. I just wait. Waiting for him to leave and pretend that nothing
happened like he did with us kissing. I just wait to see what he’ll do. Louis
crawls forward towards me so close that I can see the beads of sweat go down
from his eyebrow and onto his lips and then it happens. He kisses me. There’s
no alcohol involved. So why is he kissing me?
Maybe he understands? After all of this time? I gently put my hand on the back
of his head to deepen the kiss. He gets on top of me and grinds down. He stops
kissing me for a second. Looks at me, and then starts to kiss down my neck.
Memories from the previous time and now are intertwining and it’s making my
brain go fuzzy. And when it happens. When he goes down. I don’t stop him. No,
not this time around.
It’s the weirdest feeling ever. I lie there looking up at the ceiling. The
occasional gasp and ‘oh’ leaving my lips. My upper body begins to grind into
his mouth a little. He pins my hips back and goes down farther on my penis. I
jolt up. My stomach is coiling up like a pogo-stick about to release and go
upward.
“Oh, Oh god, Louis. Let go! I’m gonna—“ even stating the words will push me
over the edge.
“ You let go,” He whispers against my dick “just do it” he licks the head
“Just relax, and give into the pleasure.” I meet his eyes and they’re this
amber color. Almost hypnotizing. Very hypnotizing. My hips twitch up making it
go farther into his mouth. And he swallows around it.
“Oh..” I gasp out and I do what he says; Relax and let go. I shiver as he comes
up to kiss my shoulder . I pant a little when he starts stroking me.
“I can’t take anymore.”
He doesn’t listen. Just continues to pump and grin it into his hands. I’m to
tired to stop him and my brain is two swarmed to say stop anymore. He just
keeps going until I let go again. And then I see stars
~O~
When I wake up the morning, Louis isn’t there; he’s gone. I’m not as disheveled
as I thought I’d be, and lastly I’m wondering when’s the next time I’ll feel
that type of euphoric pleasure again.
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