Two Months With Harry Styles

[Completed] Plot Summary: Louis Tomlinson is taken on a family vacation with his mother and her new, hated fiancé. Not wanting to partake in any activities involving his mother’s new fiancé, Louis makes other plans on vacation and falls madly in love with Harry Styles, the boy next door.


9. Waking Up Half Dead


Louis awoke violently when he felt his body hit the floor. The bruises throbbed and his head was pounding.

“Oh my god Louis are you okay?” Harry woke up at the sound of his fall. Louis couldn’t speak. His throat was dry and weak. He felt Harry’s strong arms slip underneath him and sit him up on the couch. Louis looked around and remembered where he was. Last night, George had violently beaten him to the ground and in attempt to escape another beating; Louis had called Harry to come pick him up. He was in the living room Louis glanced at when he and Harry had sex for the first time. Harry’s smell lingered in the room. He felt more at home here than he did in his real home.

“Yeah.” Louis croaked out, clenching his eyes shut because of the pain.

“We need to get you to see a doctor.” Harry pointed out. “You need to heal quickly. It hurts me to look at you like this.”

Harry carried half naked Louis into his car and sat him in the seat. Harry made his way to the doctor’s office with Louis beside him. Louis didn’t say a word for the entire ride, but who could blame him? The amount of trauma he had gone through in the past few days was enough to make anyone depressed.

They arrived at the doctor’s office, Harry storming his way up to the desk, demanding to see Dr. Jones. The secretary led him and Louis through a corridor to Dr. Jone’s office.

“Emergency patient.” She said bluntly. The doctor looked up from his paper work and took a second glance at Louis.

“Oh my god.” He said shocked.

“He needs help doctor.” Harry said sadly. “A lot has happened the past few days.” The doctor stood up and motioned for Harry and Louis to follow him into a vacant room. They slid inside and closed the door.

“Alright, it appears you have been in physical trauma recently.” The doctor began, “I’m going to need you to take those off.” He motioned at Louis’ pants. Louis slid them off, cupping his genitals in his hands. The doctor examined Louis with wide eyes. He checked heartbeat, blood sugars and even checked his throat.

“All I can do for you is give you some medication.” The doctor said sadly. “The meds should be able to heal you in a few hours.”

“A few hours?” Louis asked confused.

“The bruises will still be visible, but you will not feel the pain.” The doctor explained. “Harry, take good care of him.” He handed and orange bottle of pills to Harry. “I will doc.”

Doctor Jones smiled and left Harry and Louis alone. “We should go get your stuff.” Harry suggested, “Your parents are at church now.” Louis nodded and they left the office.


Harry pulled up to Louis’ place, noticing George’s car was gone. “Grab your stuff.” Harry commanded. Louis ran inside and grabbed everything from his suitcase to the soaps he had in the shower. He ran out as quickly as he could, throwing his stuff in the back.

“You smell terrible.” Harry remarked, “Let’s go to my place and get you cleaned up.”


When they arrived at Harry’s, Harry told Louis he could sleep in the guest bedroom. It was large, with a personal shower bath, toilet, huge closet, desk and even a small couch. The walls were painted sea foam green and a plush beige carpet lay underneath his feet.

“You don’t have to do this.” Louis protested, “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I made you sleep on the floor?” Harry asked flirtatiously. Louis took a double take at the word “boyfriend.” Were they official now? Louis wasn’t sure.

Harry interrupted Louis’ thoughts by kissing him gently on the cheek. “I’ll never let you suffer.” Harry whispered into Louis’ ear, biting it a little bit. “You know what we should do?” Harry asked with a smirk on his face.

“What?” Louis asked. Harry pressed his lips onto Louis’ firmly, shoving his tongue into Louis’ mouth. Louis opened up to Harry and let him explore. Harry was guiding Louis to the bed and shoved Louis down on top of it. He pressed his body onto Louis’ and stopped.

“I can’t do this with you smelling like that.” Harry complained. He grabbed Louis shoulders and pulled him off the bed again. Louis slid his pants off and walked towards the shower, teasing Harry by winking. Harry couldn’t stop looking at Louis’ perfect butt.  Harry hardened and followed Louis into the bathroom. The water was already running, and Louis had stepped inside, leaving a small crack in the door so Harry could sneak in. Harry undressed and slid into the shower behind Louis. Louis glanced behind him, seeing Harry completely nude. Louis already had shampoo in his hair and was attempting to clean out the grime.

“Let me.” Said Harry softly. Harry pressed his front up against Louis’ back and rested his hands in his hair. Louis felt himself harden as Harry’s tip grazed his back end, sending tingles up his spine. Harry continued to play with Louis’ hair and keep himself on Louis’ back. As he washed, he hardened, warm precum dripping out of his tip. Louis could feel Harry’s needs and looked over his shoulder to speak.

“Should we wash now?” Louis asked seductively. Harry’s eyes were deep and lustful. He reached beside him and squirted a decent amount of Axe body soap into his hands. He lathered it up, making it bubbly and soft. The smell wafted through the shower while Harry pressed his soapy hands onto Louis’ shoulders. He rubbed gently, feeling Louis’ soft skin on his hands. He proceeded to his lower back and continued to smear the soap on Louis in circular motions, washing him down. Harry was at full hardness now, but continued to wash Louis’ back and waist. He took a deep breath before bringing his soapy hands down to Louis’ perfect butt, squeezing it gently. Louis moaned in pleasure as his hands gripped the walls, his arms slightly bent.

“Harry,” Louis moaned. “Please.”

Harry lathered his hands with soap again and turned Louis to face him. Harry could now see Louis was at full hardness. He rubbed the soap in his hands and placed them on Louis length. Even that small action made Louis’ hips buck in pleasure, begging for more. Harry began to rub the soap into Louis’ hard length, making sure every spot was covered in soap. Precum dripped out of Louis as he moaned in pleasure. Harry pressed himself into Louis, their hard lengths touching each other. They both moaned as their bodies were forced together by instinct.

“Harry,” Louis moaned again. “I’m gonna come.”

“Me too” Harry gasped. Harry felt it become unbearable to hold it in any longer. He let go and came all over Louis’ left leg. At the sight of Harry coming, Louis let go, hitting the wall of the shower. They both relaxed their shoulders and Louis rinsed himself off. Louis stepped out after Harry, not bothering to cover himself. He was comfortable with Harry.

He walked behind Harry and noticed how defined Harry was from behind. He could almost trace the definition with his fingers. He watched Harry flop down on the bed and sink into it. Louis followed, throwing himself on the other side of the bed, sinking in.

Harry cracked his neck and turned over to Louis. He was still wearing the bracelet he had given him. It was his father’s, who had died of aids last summer. This was his room. Photos of him and Harry sat on the wooden dresser. They were smiling and having a great time. Harry missed his dad and in depression, slept with as many people as he could. Boys and Girls, Harry had seen everything and done almost every position out there. He had probably done it in every place imaginable too. Harry looked over at the photos and wondered if seeing Louis was just another partner he would eventually dispose of.  The thought made him sad. He had never felt as strongly for Louis then he did all of his previous partners combined. He hoped if Louis felt the same way, but was concerned about him leaving like his father did.

Louis looked over at Harry who seemed to be deep in thought. “Are you alright?” Louis asked, “You seem bothered.”

Harry took a deep breath and turned over to his side, facing Louis. “My dad died of aids last summer.” Harry said sadly, “He was the greatest dad in the whole world.” Harry looked up at the ceiling, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Louis,” Harry croaked, “I’ve slept with a lot of people. Even people I don’t know.”

Louis understood completely. “I know what it’s like to not have a dad.” Louis turned to face Harry. “My mom filed for divorce three years ago. I never understood why.” Tears began to stream down Louis’ face. They cried together naked on the bed, telling stories of better times with their fathers. They cried and cried until they fell asleep together.




The next morning, Louis awoke to the most severe pain he had ever experienced. His vision was blurred and his throat was aching. His eyes were sore and his length throbbed. He got up and walked over to the mirror, praying he didn’t look as bad as he felt. He was in for a surprise.

Louis had bug purple bruises all over his body and bloodshot eyes. His arms, legs and waist were extremely narrow. His skin had turned basically white and there was a red sore on the side of his length. He splashed his face with water, but the image didn’t go away. Why did he look like this? Ever since he had met Harry, his health had decreased dramatically. He walked over to the bed and violently shook Harry out of his sleep.

Harry was inches away from a pale white face and a skinny body. In shock, he screamed. Getting a better look, it was only Louis.

“Don’t scare me like that!” Harry yelled, grabbing his chest.

“Look at me!” Louis screamed, “What is going on!?”

Harry looked at Louis in detail and almost threw up in shock. “Oh my god.” Harry muttered under his breath. “You need to go to the hospital.”


Harry drove Louis half way across town to the general hospital. He parked his car and turned to Louis.

“Louis, let’s go.” But Louis didn’t move. “Louis?” Harry asked. Nothing. Louis had passed out in the car.

“Oh my god no.” Harry ran into the hospital and found the nearest team of paramedics he could. “You’ve got to help me.” Harry said panting, “My boyfriend passed out in my car.”

The paramedics ran over to the car, putting lifeless, pale Louis on a stretcher and rolling him into the emergency room. Harry followed close behind, holding Louis’ limp hand. They came into an empty room and pulled the curtains closed, Harry slipping inside. Doctors took heart measurements, blood tests and fully examined him.

“He’s in a coma.” One of the doctors explained to Harry. “We don’t know when he’ll wake up, or if he’ll wake up.”

Harry fell to his knees, hands on his eyes, crying the most he had ever cried in the world. He believed that he had given Louis, the person who meant so much to him, the worst thing he ever could have given.



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