I'd like to find an abyss, and get lost in it with you for an eternity.

*LOUIS' POV*

"What do you mean lost, Harry?" I try very hard to control and contain my agitated irritation, a force not to be reckoned with when my number one priority is to visit a loo.

We have managed to deliver the goods - that turned out to belong to a mob boss under the radar - in no more time than twenty-eight good hours. We're headed back now and seem to have somehow gotten lost en route to home.
It was the third day of our delivery trip, that makes it roughly ten hours of free time spent in Folks before we left.

Harry purchased a new phone after my constant and persistent pleads, from the Samsung store on Smith's and Vane. It was pricey but worth it when I got to watch Harry listen attentively to the store manager babble on about the advantages of the large and slim device.
We also spent one night at a hotel too expensive to pay for again, The Triple Decker. We booked a small room and spent all of our time sleeping or ordering room service because Harry's never done that before and the glint in his eye when the white china came through the door was priceless.

We also had a tough and totally unavoidable discussion about him getting a job. Seeking employment was a dream of his and he was eager to begin the search so I let him after much thorough deliberation. He would be working with Martha in the deli, that is only if she says there's a spot available for him to fill.

"Well....." He bites the same lip he's been chewing on roughly for the past hour, it has no turned the same crimson as his blood and is raw from such harsh treatment. The dry skin has been removed, every last scattering, until there are only the usually hidden red veins showing through.

"Well?" I clutch the steering wheel and release it shortly after, a process that has proved to assist in the calming therapeutic methods I've taken up just recently.

"Did you turn right or left after the Higginson?"

"Where the fuck was the Higginson?"

I don't miss the cold stare he gives me for my profanity. "After Redsquare we got onto the Higginson. We were supposed to turn left when we came to a two-way street that was supposed to take us to the N3 and the short cut back onto the H28."

"I think we turned right." Now my lip becomes a victim to my rough biting. "I thought you said right!"

"I didn't say right, Louis." He says calmly. "We can just go back."

"Look around us! Where the fuck do you want us to go?"

We were in the middle of a pan, flat-out landscape that was dry and drained of all its harvest. The soil erosion was evident and the unhealthy dirt blew loosely in the wind. It was blank, impossible to tell where we'd come from and not to mention the gas meter was already dwindling.

I cut the engine and lean back in my seat, frustrated at everything because I fucking hate sand in my eyes, in my shoes, in my hands. "What do we do then?"

"We ask for directions." He replies, already scanning our environment for any signs of life.

"Brilliant. I'm sure Zippy the Scare crow over there will be more than happy to help us out." I snap, feeling bad afterwards when he lowers his head staring at his lap in concentration.

I sigh and rake my stiff fingers through my dry hair. "Sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to be snappy."

"I know it's frustrating for you to be stuck out here and I promise, we'll get back to the highway. Just, please stop yelling."

I feel like a dagger had been sheathed in my chest, an already tight and hurting cage. In a swift act, I push back the arm rest and scramble onto his lap hoping to apologise.

"I'm sorry." I felt smaller like this, and I found that I liked it most of the time. "I'm so sorry." I almost garble my apologies because of the pressure on my bladder. "Don't be mad, please. I'm an idiot but thank you for putting up with my bull shit anyway."

He chuckles, his conscious cleared of all doubt reigning over me. I grip the lapels of his jacket and he pulls me down for a long kiss, rusty and sloppy but perfect.

"I'm never mad at you, Lou. I love you, remember?" He let's me kiss his cheek and forehead, nose and jaw before he decides to fight back.

"I remember and I love you." I reply when he begins his pecking line of fire. He presses his dry and taut lips to every spot I kissed on him, finding them on me and more after that. Our fingers are laced, more like I wrap both my hands around a finger on each of his own.

"Can we just..........stay here." He keeps our lips unreasonably close without touching.

"Out here?"

"Hmm." He tilts his head and draws near for a kiss. "We could sell what's in the boxes and start a farm."

I laugh lightly. "What will we farm?"

"Corn. Maybe some lettuce."

"Do I hear a corny joke coming, Harold?"

"Was that an attempt at a joke?"

"Yes."

"Then no." He wraps his arms around my waist and jerks my body forward, our fronts held so close together that sweat could generate just from the contact.

"We could get a dog." I suggest when I've recovered from my breathy gasp.

"As many as you want."

"How big will our farm be?"

He smirks knowingly. "How big do you want it to be?"

I loved indulging in fantasies, though it would be irresponsible and a little stupid to think such unforeseen futures would evolve into realities. It was nice to dream though.

"This big." I hold my hands about five inches apart.

I found out that I also enjoyed acting half my age around Harry, call it a kink but it was fun.

"Whatever you want." He catches the back of my head by my hair and closes the gap between our mouths. I gasp, not trying to pull back at all before I elicit a moan from Harry.

"I'm in charge from now on." It's a growl, throaty and deep from his core.

"Oh?" I raise an eyebrow at him and he kisses both sweetly.

"I'd like to be in charge from now on?" He rephrases his previously arrogant statement to less sure question that makes my giggle.

"In charge of what?" I press.

"Hold on."

It took me no more than a minute to realise he meant that literally when his door opens and he jumps out with me plastered to his waist. I bite lightly at his neck as he opens the back door and gently lays me down on it, the bags previously positioned on the stiff leather now dumped on the fuzzy floor to make way for a more serious agenda.

Though my bladder was suffering moments ago, struggling to keep from embarrassing me out here where I can be taunted by no one, it now takes on a very heated and wayward nature.
Harry strips us both down to nothing, our bare bodies grabbing at what another in sheer desperation. I notice how much lighter in complexion he is when close to me, I had a golden tan that on most days would depress me but his alabaster beauty didn't make a thing about him any less attractive.

I am greedy enough to run my hands over every surface and spot of skin that I can, feeling the goosebumps form and relishing in how ragged his breath had become. He kisses my neck, my clavicle and my chest before kissing my lips again. His snogging talent has impressively improved and I take full credit.

A few blurred moments later he enters me in one rough glide, but my lip is cut from such
prodding bites. My breathing is shallow and the stretch burns, my very secretive muscle finding difficulty in adjusting. I swallow hard enough for it to hurt, considering for a brief moment to ask Harry to pull out.

"Lou?" His lips are on mine as he speaks. "Am I...does it hurt?"

I wait a while before answering his question, letting the invasion of my body hurt less and then shaking my head. "No. Move."

There is self-restraint in his eyes when he retracts all the way before sliding back in, doing it again and again. Slowly, gentle movements that have been squirming under his heated stare. Until, he gets comfortable with me and starts picking up the pace, filling the slightly rocking car with loud breathing and satisfied grunts. It's when he casually brushes over a particularly sensitive knob of nerves that I curse loudly enough for it to echo, my ankles crossing around his back. The green of his eyes leave him, being replaced by a darker hue.

I feel like I'm losing him to whatever's clouding his mind. "How does it feel?"

He blinks a few times before the ordinary foresty wonder returns. "What?"

I moan loudly, fingers curling around his biceps and thighs tightening around his waist. "Tell me- Tell me how it feels."

I look up at him, failing every so often to keep my eyes open as he pounds my exhausted body into the seat, making me forget about how lost we are and in need of a way back to civilisation.
"So perfect." He doesn't kiss me, his mouth is held against mine in a heavy attempt to stay balanced. "You're so perfect. All mine." He delivers a sloppy thrust. "All mine to feel whenever I want. God! You're so tight."

I feel that pit in my forbidden depths tightening, threatening to spill over and wreck me. It's exciting though not exactly a new experience. Harry's face is contorted in twisted pleasure, lip bitten and sweat dribbling down his neck. One hard thrust has me moving further up the seat with my skin sticking to the surface. It's there but I can't quite get to my high yet. It's frustrating and bordering on painful, if my strangled moaning is any indication.

"Give me your hand." He suddenly asks hoarsely. "Please."

I hesitantly give him my right hand since it's my dominant one and he holds it without pressure, leading me down to where we are joined.

"Oh fuck." I curse under my torn breaths.

He's stilled long enough for me to curl two fingers around the base of his member, then gliding up to where he was entering me. Feeling the stretch literally now, how fucking huge he is and how the ring of entry clenches around him is enough to throw me overboard.

He raises himself up on his arms as our peaks take over, crashing down on us uncontrollably. I cry out as I come untouched, knees bent and heart rabbiting in my chest. White clouds my vision and my chest receives a layer of liquid warmth along with Harry's.

His head falls onto my chest, curls tickling my chin and my legs slipping lazily. He grips the leg threatening to land on the floor of the car, holding it up and pressed to his side.

"I am definitely getting fired on Monday." I joke lightly, still nailed to the leather seat and sticky by my own fault.

Harry chuckles, pulling out of me and rising up to sit on his knees. "We really should ask for
directions and get a move on. I'm really tired."

"I suppose." I sigh dramatically, making no move at all to get up.

"And I'm sure the kind farmers won't appreciate naked people on their doorstep so here you go."
He picks up my clothing from the front seats, extending his arm for me to take it.

I mumble my disagreement along with a few fine words to describe my dire need to just stay where I am. He chuckles to amuse me but his expression turns neutral for a while. Being the fine specimen of a gentleman that he is, he slips my boxers up my ankles again and holding his lips against various spots of my skin as he goes.

"Come on, Lou. Lift your hips." He instructs before slipping my underwear on like a Boy Scout.
Next comes my trousers and belt before I'm ready to sit up and put my shirt back on. Harry suffocatingly gets himself dressed as well and I laugh at the moment he falls on me.

"Hi." I grin at him.

"Hello, love." He kisses my nose and drags us both out of the car, into the warm and dry air of the outside.

I squint trying to get a visual on anything moving or abstractly containing signs of life around us. Finally I spot what could actually be a house, with a green yard and everything that expands for about a mile only.

"What's that?" I point to it in the distance.

Harry shields his eyes with his hands. "Someone lives there. Come on."

"Hey, wait! What if there's like......a creepy serial killer in there?" I grab his arm.
He barks out a laugh. "Babe, I'm sure I can handle that. Don't be scared, I won't let anything happen to you."

"I'm not a princess, Harold." I punch his side as we walk around the front of the SUV.

"Of course not, pumpkin."

I glare at him. "I'll make you walk."

"Alright sorry."

We cross the empty space that stood between us and what could be an abandoned haunted house. I really didn't need to be near one of those again, thank you very much. Harry jumps out before I can wrap my wits around this place of spooky descent.

"Doesn't look like someone's home." Harry states calmly.

I jump when something touches me, but it turns out to be a tiny tumbleweed that brushed against my leg.

"It's worth a shot to knock and check." He shrugs. "Can you see a door?"

Oddly enough, we seemed to be at the back of the house, where the guarding gate was rusty and the grass faded into a sad brown rather than the sharp contrast of green to beige when their lawn met the desert.

"You go that way." I jut my chin out towards Harry's right then my left.

Before that faithful enraged but lightly cynical smirk draws to a close, taking with it my freedom to roam this biome, I raise my hand to silence all protestations. "We'll meet on the other side."
Harry huffs, jaw tight and fists clenched at his sides in a repressed emotion. "I don't like this."

"We're in the middle of nowhere, Harry." I put my hand on my hip. "I think we're good out here."

After a few hostile minutes, Harry let's me stroll off to my self-assigned section of the house that needs inspecting. I move on from the back that was covered in just wooden panels, rotting from age and splintering with drastic conditions. There's a single window right at the top, below the roof of black tiles. It's curtained and I can see nothing through the thin white lace. I start walking faster, the soil crunching under my shoes and coming out finer than before.

A rattling towards the front draws my attention and I suspect that Harry heard it too, because all sounds come to a halt. It sounded like a gate.

"Hello?" I call out to the air as I round the front corner and end up staring back at the front of a fine farmer's home.

The sound repeats itself and with a swift glance to the door, I can label it as the noise of an unlocked front gate. Sounds of footsteps, far behind but causing a tiny bubble of light joy to erupt within me.

"Hi..." I trail off when I turn around and there's nobody there. What the fuck? "Hello?"
No answer and there are no more accompanying sounds. It begins to feel a little uneasy, nerves and baby hairs standing on edge while waiting for some climax to take place. Nothing does. I suddenly start to worry over Harry and why he hasn't gotten here already.

At last, I see someone not too far away, coming into my line of vision after I'd turned around from a curious rotation. It looks like a woman, working out in her farm on a field exposed to harsh rays of sunlight. Her waist and wide hips are constricted by a corset-dress much too small for her.

"Um....sorry?" I raise my hand in the air to get her attention. She turns to me with a rake gripped tightly in her hand. From here I can only see that her cheeks are flushed and red from being exposed to intense heat for so long. Her clothing is flat and crisp from dryness, sad but prominent creases are present in her shirt and constricting dress. "Hi. We're lost and-"

I stop because her act of turning around and walking away is so sudden that I blows me off my course. I frown in direct offence at her rudeness, watching her from behind as she made her way back to the house. I follow her.

*NARRATOR POV*

"Um.......hello, Miss?" Louis tries to remain as humble as him mom dreamed he would strive to be.

She doesn't respond and for a moment, fleeting and going uncared for by Louis, he considers turning around to go find Harry. But his innate curiosity gets the better of him, that and his inordinate and unquenchable quest to delve into all that was mysterious. Spot the pun if you dare.

The gate swings open when the woman grips it and detaches it from the latch, Louis has just made it to the porch steps.

Louis couldn't explain why he can't turn around or walk away, the capability seems to have diminished upon treading on rotting bark steps that have been in place for years before Louis' birth. He clenches his palms, making small fists at his sides as he stopped walking and stood by the door. He looked into the house and there was something about it. He stared, wondering and divulging, for a short time before it clicked. But it clicked three moments too late.

***

Harry was frustrated and flustered for the first time in his life. He's left the spot that Louis wandered away from, only to now be standing on a side of the reasonably sized by shabby house. He could see the corner that would lead to the front but there was something stopping him from getting there. That's what made him afraid.

He walked towards the bend, sharp and splintering with planks of painted wood jutting out from the edges. Nothing. It seems like he's standing in the same spot, like he's walking on a treadmill and making no physical movement in a forward degree. His hands were pinned to his sides, tense and knuckles showing white.

He tried again. And again. Then two more times. But the corner remained where it was and he stayed stupidly rooted as well. There was a pull holding him back, it was just not happening.
He's about to scream for Louis, loud and clear to be alerted of his safety but he's cut off before opening his mouth. A scream cuts through the air.

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