Louis ||16||
-Louis-
The blue eyed boy silently laid on his bed. Pondering wether to worry about Harry and ask for an explanation, or not ask him on why he had suddenly became so infuriated. Louis placed his two arms behind his head, angling them on top of each other, creating a triangle. Harry had left not long ago, leaving Louis the room to himself once more.
He had been widely confused, but Louis being Louis, couldn't find a logical explanation to whenever Harry had this types of unexplainable outburst of anger. Louis pressed his lips together, which created a firm line on his mouth. He furrowed his eyebrows together, as he was deep in thought, thinking about what he might've done to make him angry.
Louis stayed like that for what seemed minutes but was literally seconds. He had not done anything wrong, or ever did anything wrong since they met. Louis decided to probably stand up and actually move around the room, since Harry was still out. He felt a little weird since he was used to moving around, back in his small room. And around the lab, where they used to put his body to work and stuff.
But first off he needed to pee, his bladder was literally crying help, since he had been stuck inside the room which seemed like forever. But what the weird thing is, that he hasn't been hungry or even craved for a drink of water. Now things were getting a little weird and suspicious.
Louis scratched the back of his neck, with one of his hands, while looking around the room. He quickly slipped off the bed, still scratching his neck, and walked towards the back of the room, where the toilet and sink sat at the corner of the wall.
Somehow he felt like he was being watched, but he couldn't see what. After some seconds of scratching he decided pull down his white sweat pants slowly, before sitting down on the toilet, though his eyes were still wandering around the room.
As he sat down his stomach started to pulse a little under his belly button. The pulse kinda hurt Louis a little bit. But he decides to shrug it off. His penis fell into the cold water that was on the bottom of the toilet, all the liquids he had been holding in, came out rushing out very fast. It felt so good that Louis even had to close his eyes tight.
The pressure he used to feel was now gone, but the pluses he felt under his stomach started getting a little more painful. Louis sat up, pulling his sweat pants up. He turned around, his blue irises widen with shock as he notice that a deep red liquid sat on the toilet. 'What the hell?' He thought. His mind immediately screaming for Harry.
The metallic smell started to linger up towards Louis nostrils, though he had wrinkled his nose with disgust. He started at it for a moment. He inhaled slowly, and back away a little. His eyes roamed around the room. A flash of embarrassment reflected on his eyes, as if someone was watching.
He quickly shook it off as his eyes darted back at the pool of blood on the toilet. One of Louis' hands quickly pushed the button on top of toilet, letting it flush all the way. He looked down and notice a trail of blood, flowing down from his genital part toward his thighs. He gasped out loud, noticing his white sweat pants covered with blood.
What was happening to him? Is this normal? Louis quickly walked towards the sink beside the toilet. He turned on the faucet and rinsed his hands on the cold water, cupping a little of it with his hands, bringing up towards his pants. He tried washing it off but it only made it worst.
Louis started panicking a little, his eyes almost popped out of head. The blood was now smeared all over his white sweat pants giving it a pink color, which looked pretty on his clothes.
He was too distracted with the new color he created on his own, that suddenly the pulsing became stronger than before. Louis' put his hand on top of stomach. And quickly walked back to his bed, and laid on his back.
It became stronger and stronger, that it even started to make Louis cry a little. It hurt him like hell. He started to whimper a little as the pluses started feeling worst. He could feel tears brimming through the edges of his eyelids.
Louis turned his body around on the bed, burying his face on his sheets. As he cried into them, letting his wet salty tears get all over the place. What was he supposed to do?