Demons - Larry Stylinson

Chapter 3

I end up just walking blindly around the city. I have no idea where to go; the only place that I know is home. Except, it's not exactly home anymore; home for me is Harry, and he doesn't want me anymore.

It's sad to think that the reason me and Harry are in this situation was because of his disease. There is nothing we could've done about it. And it's not fair. What did we do to deserve this?

Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something. Maybe it's trying to tell us that we aren't meant to be together. I whimper, and tears spring to my eyes. I love him so much; how could we NOT be together? He's the Mr. Darcy to my Elizabeth, the Jack to my Rose, the heart to my arrow, the ship to my compass, the anchor to my rope.

God dang it. Now I'm rambling on about tattoos. Screw this. I need to forget about him. He's not worth it. He is worth it. Shut up Louis. Shut up. He doesn't deserve you. Yes he does. This is all your fault Louis. You don't treat him right. Crap, go away thoughts.

I stumble through the streets, not caring about the people giving me weird looks. I don't worry about where I'm going. I just try to imagine Harry behind me, chasing after me, telling me he loves me, and not to go. I spin around wildly, I see his face for a second, and then it disappears. I actually am going crazy.

I stop when I see a cafe. Maybe some caffeine will do me good. I walk in and head straight towards the counter.

"I'll get a Shock Coffee Triple Latte."

The boy at the counter raises his eyebrows at me, before heading to go my drink. It's one of the most caffeinated drinks out there.

He hands it to me, and I move to go sit at a small table. They're all taken. One however, has only one young man sitting there. He has dark hair up in a quiff, and stubble running up both his cheeks.

"Mind if I sit here mate?"

"Course. Not expecting anyone else."

We sit there in silence for a while, just sipping our coffee.

"What's your name?' He asks me politely, giving a friendly smile afterwards.

"Louis Tomlinson. You?"

"Zayn Malik. Nice too meet you Louis." He extends his hand towards me. I grab it, feeling the warmth of his hand in mine. Hmm.

"You looked really distressed when you walked in here. Not to sound intrusive, but do you wanna talk about it?"

Did he really notice? Huh?

"Well, me and my hu- ehm girlfriend got in a big fight. So I walked away. And I don't think that she really cares."

Zayn sighs. "Love's tough. For what it's worth, I think you're a really nice dude."

"Thanks." I sigh.

"It looks like you need a friend. And a smoke." He smirks lightly, and nods his head towards the pack of Marlboros in his pocket.

"Nah. I've never really tried any of that stuff. I don't smoke."

"Aha. Well I'm not gonna pressure you into it. It's a nasty habit, and it sure is hard to break."

I nod, before asking, "Does it really help you calm down? Or any of that crap?"

"Sadly, yes. I wish I had some other way to release stress. But these do really work. But dude, I don't really reccomend them."

"Can I try one?"

"Louis-"

"Please? I'll pay you."

"You sure?"