irresistible||larry

Part 7

April 29, 4:19 pm
two months before the collapse.

A black eye.

Seriously?

Harry had a black eye. He leaves for a week and when he comes back his friend has a black eye. Jesus.

"Oh my..." He whispered as soon as he entered in the house and saw Harry sitting on the couch.

"L! You're back." Harry smiled.

"And you have a black eye" Louis didn't.

"Oh I— uh..." He trailed off.

"You?" Louis looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He?

"He got into a fight with a guy last night." Liam suggested from behind him. Oh well, that wasn't really a Harry thing. 

"And you lost?" Louis chuckled.

"No," Pause. "He killed him."

He what?

"You what?"

"I didn't kill him. He just...died." Harry explained. "Of natural causes." Wow, definitely not a Harry thing.

"You beaten him to death." Liam said and okay, Louis couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Well...strength is natural." Harry shrugged.

"You really killed someone?" Louis asked because, for what he knew, Harry was the kind one. Whenever they had to kill someone, Louis or Zayn where the one who would have to do it. Harry would always rather to kidnap them or torture them. What a pussy.

"I was drunk,"  Harry scratched the back of his neck and okay, when did his biceps became so big again?

"You did kill him," Niall spoke as he entered in the room. "Hey L." he smiled. Louis went to give him a hug, and then when to put his suitcase in his room. When he came back, he sat on the couch next to Harry.

As if he never did that.

"L." Harry said, and wow. He was looking at him like he wanted to murder him. Louis felt kind of violated.

"What? You wanna kill me too?" Louis smiled.

"You smoked?" he stopped smiling.

Fuck fuck fuck.

"No I didn't." he said. He didn't. Just one cigarette doesn't count.

But Harry wasn't convinced, so he got up, took Louis by his wrist, and he dragged him outside. And Louis may top, but Harry was way stronger that him, so he couldn't do anything other than let him drag him.

"Why did you smoke?" Harry asked. Louis never felt so judged in his life. And he didn't like it.

"I didn't." he played it cool. He didn't think he was convincing tho.

"Yes you did. You smell like smoke," Pause. "What the fuck were you thinking about?"

"Sorry, I guess?"

"L, this is serious." Harry rolled his eyes. Louis rolled his eyes too.

"First of all, take that look away from me, I didn't do anything. And second of all, I didn't smoke. My father did." biggest load of bullshit he's ever said.

"Your dad doesn't smoke."

"Oh, and what's his name?" Louis asked because, what the fuck did Harry knew about his dad? Obviously, he didn't answer, just stared at him with a frown on his face. That was fucking scary, if you wanted his opinion.

Eventually, he sighed, and walked back in the house, leaving Louis outside. But he didn't go back, instead, he went looking for Zayn. And fuck, life must really hate him because when he found him, the lad was smoking. Smoking a joint. Louis got closer to him, who was sitting in a bench all by himself. He looked like a drug dealer.

"Z?" Louis spoke.

"L!" Zayn looked up from his joint so quickly that Louis thought he was gonna break his neck. "I was uhm..."

"Oh, shut up." and Louis may or may not sat on the bench next to him and took the joint from his hand.

"L what are you..." Zayn asked confused.

"Why are you smoking? It's bad for your lungs." Louis asked as he let the smoke out of his mouth.

"Why are you smoking?" Zayn laughed.

Louis chuckled. It wasn't funny. It wasn't at all. Smoking kills.

 Zayn sighed as he tried to take the joint from Louis. Louis let him. "How was Donny?"

"Terrible," Sigh. "Never going back in that fucking place."

"Why?" Zayn asked, and Louis would've told him if he actually cared.

"Forget it. Just don't like it. What about you?"

"What about me," he said. "Who knows. I hope I'll go back home soon. I really do. I miss my family."

"Yeah," he trailed off. "It's time to go," Louis declared getting up. "It's getting late." Zayn nodded. So they got up together and walked back in the house, and both of them went to take a shower.

That night, Louis didn't sleep. He hadn't sleep in days. And thank god Harry didn't bother him. It was one of those moments where you just stare at nothing in particular and just zoom out. He thought. He thought a lot. He was that kind of person who always had a lot of things in his head, but he always did them without thinking.

He killed a lot of people without thinking. They where there, begging him, but in his eyes, they looked weak and useless. It's just a action. Pull the trigger. He just moved a finger. Wasn't a big deal. He didn't feel bad. He didn't feel anything. Just moved a finger. Doing mistakes it's normal. Everyone makes mistakes. But between the five of them, Louis was the one who killed most people. And after four of five, it's not a mistake anymore. It's a curse.

You wouldn't say it if you saw them. He was the shortest, the most quiet, the one who always watched when they tortured someone, and then, out of nowhere, he would just put a bullet in their head. And everybody would slowly turn to him with a shocked face. He would just shrug and say something like 'he was useless anyway'.

107. That's the amount of people who lost their life because of him. But he didn't see it like that. He was helping them, helping them escape this shitty world, and arrive in the other side. If there was one. He was doing them a favor. Dying was way better that living in this world full of pain and sickness. Which got worse day by day.

We are all dying anyway.