The pro and cons of life

Right people....this is the worst thing I ever written.....I'm so sorry....it's really just....don't know.....took me a lot of time and selfcontrol to write it at all....I apologize. I really do.


Chapter 3:

Harry's body was pressed flat against his and opposed to just five minutes ago Lars was fully aware of all the messages his body send him. His ears were listening intently to the events going on on the other side of the wardrobe, but the only thing he could hear was Harrys intense breathing against his neck. for a moment he considered that the actions out there had the tell tale signs of heavy breathing as well, that his father had sex with a woman that was not his mother. the thought made him sick, so he pressed his fingers sharply into harry's shoulder, for he was practicaly hugging the other teen, drawing a muffled yelp from the boy that mingled with the sound that had just escaped a female throat.
It was all lars needed to know.
His hands loosend from his firm grip he tried to get past the blond and out into the room to yell at his dad, to give way to the anger that suddenly inhabited his chest, but Harry shoved him back, cornering him with his larger body and covering Lars mouth with his hand when he was just about to protest. Rolling his eyes he sank back, hoping he would be realsed, but the hold he was in stayed firm. A tear run down his cheek, the only expressions of his feelings now, the pain gathered and the hate that he felt turned into liquid.
he was lost, had no idea where he came from and why he existed. had no idea why george had existed.
he knew that harry would notice the tear as soon as it reached his palm, but he did not care about it.
the hard body against his was nothing but a rope that held him in place and he threw his arms around it. tried to find something steady in this situation.
the couple outside was appearently still unaware of their presence, for the moans had grown louder, turning into something easily described as screams and had Lars just so much as looked at Harry he would have noticed the deep red blush on his face.
As it was none of the boys fully realised the discomfort of the other until Lars' tear found the burning skin of harrys hand and the taller involuntarily grounded his hips forward. An erection met Lars' thigh and when the blackette gave a disgusted shout Harry was so embarassed that his loosened hand could not muffle the sound. within a few seconds Lars had shoved him away, pressing him against the wardrobedoor which gave in and sprang open. they fell and landed on the carpet with a loud thud, Lars sprawled over harry, now blushing himself. their eyes met and green and brown fought for a moment, before Lars noticed a sweet iron scent in the air and turned his head. he gasped, trying to fill his lungs with oxygen, but not suceeding. his eyes followed harrys blond hair and were it ended another one's began. close to them, not a meter away, lay the motionless body of his dad's secretary.
"Shit", Lars exclaimed and got up to stumble away with a nauseous sensation in his guts.
Harry hadn't moved at all, hadn't even looked at the body, just lay there and inhaled the scent, his eyes blank and absent and god, what ever that jerk was doing (or not doing), it scared Lars.
Everything scared him right now, the other boy, his strange behaviour and the dead woman, her blood spilled all over the rubyred carpet, the big green eyes empty and glassy. It was something he wanted to get away from and the anger he had felt right before this discovery was gone.
"Fuck, Harry! Get up", he yelled and jumped forward to drag the blond to his feet. His hand slipped out of Harry's limp, sweaty one and he made a go for his elbow, when the boy got up, his eyes suddenly glued onto his skin, the blue eyes taking in every detail, every pore of his face and the darkhaired flinched and swallowed.
"Let's go", Lars breathed and Harry's expression changed.
"Pardon?", he asked slowly.
"Go. Let's go. Out of here. Away."
"We can't", Harry said firmly and Lars felt that he was close to tears again.
"Yes, we can. And we're gonna."
"We need to call the police."
"No way.I want to get out of here."
"Lars. We need to do the right thing."
"Don't Lars me", the ravehaired yelled. "I want to fucking get out of here and I'm fucking gonna get out of here and if you don't come with me I'm gonna tell them every fucking detail about what you did and some more."
His face was inches away from Harry's now and the words he spoke had so much desperate force in them, that the blond just had to step back.
"Keep it down", he mumbled. "If you don't want to get dragged into that."
"Sure", Lars smiled weakly. "I just. I don't want to be a coward. But....I just can't have that again. I jst cant'."
Harry stared at him, at his shaking hands and sighed.
"You're not a coward", he said and then slid the window open. "Come over here."
The smaller boy followed and was lifted out of the window and onto the branch with in a second, Harry's hands steady under his shivvering body.
"What are you doing", he asked.
"Getting you out", Harry answered calmly, but without making any effort to leave the room himself. "Now climb down."
"But arent' you coming?"
The blond shook his head and Lars' eyes narrowed.
"I said I..."
"Oh, just get the fuck out of here, so you can kill yourself", Harry hissed and made a go for the morphin, shoving it into Lars' arms.
"But..."
"What...now you don't want anymore?"
"Yes, sure. I still want..."
"Well then fuck off idiot."
And with that Lars was pushed of the tree for a ten meters fall he somehow lived trough uninjured.
"I hate you", he shouted up to the siluette in the window.
"Idiot."

*****

Shit?
Yeah, well, I said so....
the next one is gonna be better......('cause it can't get worse.)