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The world doesn’t know his secret. Sexually abused by his father for years, sex has always been a bad thing to Harry. It’s not something he tells people, in fact, not even his mum knows. Only Gemma, and she’d found out on accident. What happens when he feels comfortable enough to tell Louis, who then makes it his mission to help Harry, fix him, make sex a good thing again? Larry Stylinson happens, eventually.
Notes: This was inspired by the song Proof by Coldplay, or rather, I thought this up while listening to that, so it’s always cool to listen to it while reading? I dunno.
Warning: This includes flashbacks and talk of rape, panic attacks, and eventually smut. Keep in mind that this may be triggering, yeah?