13 Days Of Us - Larry Stylinson

Chapter 3

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Louis' POV

I collapsed onto the sofa in our huge, barren house. Sighing, I grabbed a framed picture of us at our "wedding" off the coffee table and smiled at it, tears stinging the insides of my eyelids. When he'd told me he was leaving, we had a fake little wedding in our backyard; just us and a bunch of sharply dressed mannequins. It took me days to get the smell of lube off of that suit.

I stood on wobbly legs and walked to our bedroom, shutting away the painful thoughts and focusing on happy memories. "He'll come home and he'll be a hero," I told myself. Or he'll die a coward. I gasped, turning around sharply. Harry's voice hung fresh in my memory, and it had just spoke.

What, you think he's dead already? Stupid you. He's not even there yet.

Tears flowing freely now, I stumbled backward.

Stupid Louis, stupid Louis, the voice chanted, laughing. Then I saw him, lingering around my closet in a white, bloodstained T-shirt. It was Harry, but it wasn't. Dried blood caked his cheeks and jawline. His beautiful curls were disheveled. His eyes looked empty. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Get away from me!" I screamed, my voice cracking. Harry lunged at me, grabbing me by the shirt collar, and smiled. There was something vacant in his smile, his eyes glinting with insanity. I hate you, he said softly, his grin widening. Then he raised his fist and clocked me in the cheekbone, rattling my skull. I shoved him back, but he barely moved. Stumbling backwards, I tripped and fell into the lamp by my bed, knocking it to the ground with a crash. "What do you want?" I yelled. Smiling, he slammed my head into mirror, again and again and again, until everything went black.

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I woke in a white room, harsh lights blinding me. Blinking away the spots, I sat up moaning. Niall sat in the chairs next to my bed. "Louis," he said in surprise. "They said you wouldn't be awake for another day. Your mum and sisters just left." Looking around, I realized I was in a hospital.

"Right, yeah. Um..."

"Oh! What happened, right. Well, uh, we'd actually like it if you filled us in on that. You weren't picking up your phone, and we hadn't seen you for a few days, so..." A few days? I looked up, seeing Harry casually leaning against the wall. Looks like I really hit you hard, he laughed. "...so I went round your place and found your spare key. You were lying on the ground in your room all bloody. The lamp and mirror were broken, and your face was all bruised. So were your knuckles, it was like you'd gotten into a fight. Except there was nobody else there."

"Wha... he must have left," I mumbled, sitting up. A sharp pain rolled up my chest, and I cried out.

"Broken ribs," Niall supplied helpfully. "Also a few stitches in the back of your head and on your arms. Pretty nasty concussion too."

"Right. Um, Harry was there. Except it wasn't him, he was all..." I trailed off, catching Niall's gaze. "You think I'm crazy."

"No! It's just that...well, yeah. Yeah, I do. Sorry, it's just that Harry's not here, mate. He called a few times, waiting for you to wake up. He's really worried. He started crying when we told him, he thinks you did this to yourself but won't say why. He just keeps saying, 'I should have listened. I shouldn't have gone.' Something about you not being strong without him...?" Niall was clearly looking for me to fill him in, but I wasn't about to tell him about that.

"Yeah, I don't know, mate," I said, shaking my head. "Sorry." Hearing Niall talk about Harry was like a punch to the gut. Actually, more like being stabbed in the kidneys multiple times. Harry was the strongest person I knew, and he'd started crying over what happened. How will he feel when he finds out what I saw? "Listen, Niall. I need you not to tell Harry about this, okay? About what I told you."

Niall nodded. "Yeah, alright. Just take care man, okay?"

From the corner, Harry laughed. Oh, I'll take care of him alright.

Niall stood up and left, leaving me alone with Harry.