Guns & Roses (Larry Stylinson)

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Hello everybody! This story may get a lot of updates soon because I just love writing for it, and I am super excited on where it is going now. Expect pretty frequent updates, but I will also work on other stories from time to time. :)

Also, I did create a discord for wattpad and other fandom stuff. The link is in my bio, and there is also a link for anyone interested in playing the game "Among Us."

Trigger Warning: This chapter continues to mention feeling of depression and loneliness, and there is also a mention of self-harm within this chapter. Please skip toward the middle if you do not want to read about that stuff.

I love you all, and this is just the beginning of this roller coaster ride. 💛

Chapter 29:

I wasn't going to do it.

Nope. I wouldn't. I would stay on the couch the whole day and take the time to plan out my next move for whenever Zander called me to go back to the bar with him. I would be prepared for anything, and I would have every action and word perfectly planned out.

That's what I told myself, but I was growing weaker and weaker in my stubbornness and incredibly bored. I had nothing to do but wait for Zayn and Liam to call with more information or wait for Zander to call about another meet-up. Neither sounded much fun.

I mentally cursed myself as I climbed into my car and began to drive toward the flower shop in town. I knew Harry would be working, and I detested the fact that I actually wanted to see him. If anything, I should want to push him away. I didn't know how he managed to worm his way into my life the way he did, but now he was burrowed underneath my skin, too deep for me to scratch out. It made my skin crawl in the most unpleasant way.

Romance wasn't something I wanted or needed.

My parents never had an actual romantic relationship. I didn't think my parents were in love, and if they were then that love burned away over time until it was nothing but the smoke trailing away from a snuffed out flame, leaving a smokey scent behind in its wake.

It made me realize that I never had an actual example of what love was. Sure, my mum loved me enough, but I only had vague memories of her. It was all tiny reminiscences of who she was. The look in her eyes, the curve of her smile, and the scent of her perfume that smelled of lavender. That was the majority of what my mother was in my mind. All of the rest was my father, and I wasn't fond of the fact that I got to spend years and years with him before his retirement from the gang. I remembered everything about him.

I huffed at myself, trying to rid my mind of these thoughts. They were nothing but a distraction and a danger. I had to stay sharp and focused if I wanted to get finished with everything and leave this town. The sooner the fucking better because it felt like the niceties and cheesiness was slowly rubbing off on me.

I wanted to turn the car around and go shower, scrubbing my skin raw from the sweetness of this town.

Instead, I parked outside of the floral shop and sighed heavily as I turned the car off. Did I really want to walk inside and face Harry when I couldn't even think properly at the moment? It was like my head was rattling with riddles I didn't have the answers to.

I sucked everything up and tucked away the forsaken feelings before climbing out of the car and walking intl the floral shop. I heard the ring of the door open and shut as I stepped inside to the, rather empty, shop.

There were no customers around, and I also didn't see Harry at the front desk. Assuming he went to the back room, I made my way behind the counter and pushed open the curtain to the back room just a bit, peeking in to see if Harry was even in.