Guns & Roses (Larry Stylinson)

Extra 2: Harry's POV Pt. 2

It's FINALLY done! This was a good while coming, but part 2 of Harry's POV is finally here, and I hope it fills in some gaps and answers some curious questions from the original story.

Next extra scenes chapter will be all about Ziall (their start, their journey, and their conclusion). Enjoy!

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*Parent's Death Revelation*

WARNING: Violence, includes knife use and references to Harry's self-harm and suicidal thoughts. Also gun use. Please read carefully, loves!

"You're lying," I weakly protested, but the sinister grin on the man's face proved otherwise.

"I wish I was, but that asshole took far too much from us. He could kill a man in an instant, but he was a coward when it came to that stunt! He had to be put down."

"Stop!" I desperately cried out. "Stop it! You don't know anything about my family! They weren't killed my gang violence!"

They weren't. They couldn't be. It was a car crash. A hit and run. Nobody knew who the other driver was. It wasn't gang related. It wasn't.

"Wrong again, bellissimo," The man before me sang out. He was enjoying the revelation; enjoying my pain. "We tracked down what family members your father had, and we discovered the small town our bar resides beside. It took a while to locate. Years. But grudges are wonderful things that can spur rage over the most expansive periods of time. Your grandmother's house was there in town. It must be where your father would go, back home to his mommy."

It hurt. The truth hurt. And I was struggling against my restraints, wanting to run away and stop hearing his vile words. They only cut. I cried, blinded by my own tears. I could only hear the smile in his voice.

"We followed your family. One of our members ran his car into your father's that night. He died a quick, clean death. Drugs were planted in his system to curb any suspicion away from our driver. It would be your father's fault for driving under the influence. Your poor mother-- a true beauty-- was just an unfortunate casualty."

"Who?" I couldn't stop myself from asking the question as I looked at the three members of the other gang before me. "Who did it? Who killed them?" Were they in front of me?

"A traitor," The man named Lucca spit out.

"It was an honest disappointment. I quite liked Michael."

Michael. No.

I felt my heart break as I hoped it was all just a coincidence. It had to be.

"No," I sobbed, tears falling too quickly. The mental torment was far too much. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to disappear. I wanted to be with my parents. Away. Not enduring this.

"He was an asset, indeed, but he was weak. The guilt ate away at him, and he wanted to tell his wife. He nearly went to the police. We had to shut him up. A car crash seemed fitting for his end as well. The very thing that turned him against us would take his life. Quite poetic, naturally."

They spoke about people's lives like they had no worth; no meaning. And I finally understood what Louis meant. Some people were just evil.

"You're all monsters," I gasped out through my tears.

"Not anymore so than your precious lover here. Now, I believe you know more, Harry. And we'll get that information from you. Whether it be through fists or through knives. Or perhaps... something else."

The man's finger traced along my lips. I knew what he was implying, and all I could think about were the times I simply let Zander do what he needed to me. His pleasure was always his goal. I allowed it all to happen because I cared for him. Just as I would do this for Louis if I needed to. To keep him safe.