Retaliate - Larry Stylinson FanFic

psychosis & aggression

"Harry?" Louis feels shivers going down his body as he sees Harry laying in the bathtub covered with his own blood. He's strongly holding on to a knife, making his palms bleed. Harry's not wearing anything except some shorts. Louis swallows and tries to take a deep breath so he won't panic completely.

"Louis! Lock the door." Harry whispers. His eyes looks furious.

"Wha-"

"The door, Louis!!" Harry starts yelling. Louis doesn't understand what's going on but confusedly locks the door behind him and sits down beside the bathtub. He looks at Harry with fear in his eyes. What hell happened? Harry wasn't like this before, he.. Louis just can't comprehend this. That this is Harry.

"What happened?" Louis asks and looks for a wound on Harry's body. His stomach is covered with blood, he just hopes his organs are okay.

"They got in. They attacked, I was only self-defending. I wasn't attacking them, I promise!" Harry nods, sounding serious. He's breathing rapidly and his eyes look red. Now that you look at him, he looks overall very tired. He has dark circles under his eyes, his hair is messy and his lips are completely dry.

"Who? Who got in?" Louis shakes his head asking.

"The mafia." Harry gets closer and whispers nodding his head. Louis opens his mouth to say something but,, this is just. Next level shit. This isn't what he thought this was, it's way worse. How did Harry get to this point, how did he, this, get that bad?

"Mafia?" Louis asks. "Harry, are you on drugs?" There can't be any other explanation than drugs. He can't be sober and making this shit up. But Harry denies it.

"No! Didn't you see them? They were outside."  Harry convinces and lifts his eyebrows. Louis looks at the door and back at Harry, who nods. For a second he really thought that Harry was for real. Louis sighs and gets up to open the door. "CLOSE THE DOOR!" Harry yells.

"THERE IS NO ONE!!!!" Louis yells back with all of the breath from his lungs. God it's fucking 3am, he's too tired for this. He puts his hand on his forehead and looks at the ceiling for a second. Harry finally lets go of the knife and looks around him. He starts to breathe normally, easier at least. "Where's your first-aid kit?" Louis asks as he gets back to staring at him and sighs. Harry points to the other side of the room. Louis gets it and inside he finds a big bandaid. Hopefully Harry isn't bleeding much.

"I-I swear-" Harry stutters but Louis stops him.

"I know." Louis says. Right now the most important thing is to make sure he's okay physically, then mentally. "Where are you bleeding?" Harry shows him his rib cage. There are couple wounds, nothing too deep. He's going to be fine without a hospital trip.

"They did it." Harry whispers.

"Who was holding the knife Harry? When you got stabbed?" Louis asks as he cleans his rib. He just knows that he did this to himself. Harry is unable to answer. He really tries to think but can't say it aloud. "Did you hold it?"

"Yeah, I think."

"Okay." Louis says. Harry's probably on drugs, got some kind of psychotic meltdown. Louis puts the bandaid on and helps Harry get up. "Can we go to sleep? I'll stay here, make sure everything is okay?" Harry nods.

Louis put Harry to sleep and goes to clean up the mess. Bathtub was pretty easy to wash since he just put the shower on, but the stairs were a little problem. Louis found a cloth and cleaning supplies from the kitchen. He curses to himself as scrubbing the floor. He just promised to never do this type of shit again. Of course he's going to be here for Harry, he loves him but this is just insane. He's too much in love with Harry to be selfish. What would've happened if Louis didn't come? He could've died. He could have been sent to hospital, jail even. Louis breaks down, it's about the time to, he has been putting up with this for too long. He feels his tears dropping on the floor and starts to scour the floor even harder. His hands, palms more like hurts from pressing the cloth so hard. Breathing seems harder than normally and he feels his heartbeat getting faster out of rage. This can't continue, he keeps telling himself. He's leaving in the morning, never coming back. He's going to cut Harry out of his life. He has to. His bloody hands are on his eyes, trying to stop his tears. He falls down on the floor to his side and his body curls up into a small roll. His breaths are getting heavier and his legs and hands feel weak. 'You can't break down,' Louis keeps telling himself. You have to be there for Harry. But right in that moment, it feels impossible to calm down.