Revenge Is A Dish Best Served [Larry Stylinson]

Instalment Ten

You've been gone hours now Harry, I was expecting you a while ago, but I guess you can't really rush these things. I wish I was a fly on the wall when you arrived at your destination Harry, and to just witness your behaviour when you did. The actions of your body speak higher volumes than any amount of words could Harry, and I am learning how to read your behaviour more than I am to listen to what you say. I'm sat here on my front porch anticipating your arrival any minute now.

And just like clockwork, your tyres come screeching down the road before coming to an immediate halt out the front of my house and you're hurling yourself out of the car. You understand that the safer option is for a moving vehicle to come to complete stop before you get out Harold, would hate for anyone to get hurt in this situation.

"What. The Actual. Fuck, is wrong with you Tomlinson?" I must admit Harry, your choice in words sounds a little unsatisfactory coming from your lips, especially matched with such fire. Seeing you angry is a massive turn on for me Harry, so you need to watch yourself.

"Good afternoon Harold"

"I cannot even wrap my head around how you would even think to do that, you are even more sick and twisted than I could have ever imagined."

Do I infuriate you baby?

"Where is his body Louis?" don't even pretend you aren't the smallest bit satisfied at your discovery Harold, I knew how you felt about that man. But lower your voice, I do have neighbours after all, and any half sane person doesn't appreciate young boys running about the neighbourhood asking the whereabouts of dead bodies.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You actually dug up his grave and stole a body, Louis, do I even need to begin to explain to you how fucked up that is. What on earth possesses a person to steal a body!" Well, you would be surprised Harry and I don't even know if you would believe me if I told you. It takes a certain type of person, a special kind, a sick kind. My kind of people.

"Careful Styles, you go around making accusations like that, I expect you to have some solid evidence to back yourself." I'm very particular about my work Harry. I'm the master at remaining uncaught. Do you really think you are dealing with an amateur here?

Your features Harry, they are changing however, before where your eyebrows were tense and your jawline was locked, veins enlarged on your forearms, all these features are now relaxing. The dark fiery emerald that sparked in the corner of your eye now glistens a streak I'm all too familiar with.

Leon was the definition of evil and evil people must be dealt with. The lesson I have learnt Harry is that in life you need to be the judge; the jury; and the executioner. However, playing god in your own life comes with its own risks and responsibilities. You need to learn how to conduct your behaviour in a conscientious matter.

Take Jared for instance, he manipulated Hugo's mind, took him away from his true self, changed him. He was the first person to interfere with one of my dolls, and perhaps if the breaks on his car weren't tempered with that night, there perhaps may have been a different outcome. Perhaps. But we will never know.

"You're too much" you shake your head at me in frustration, it's nice to see you all rattled like this, especially after you were so composed last night.

"Perhaps"

You're pacing Harry, your feet haven't stayed in one position since you arrived, I guess that could be a sign of anger, but I don't buy it, not from watching your mannerisms shift before. And your fingers, they continue to make their way to your perfectly straight teeth. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were nervous. But the reason for this to me, however, is unclear.

I am in two minds about you Harry, you have always confused me that's for certain, but I saw a different side to you last night, I saw a side to you that I didn't expect, but it awoke a part of me that I had hidden for a while. I saw Hugo in you. The way in which you convinced me you were frightened, the way in which I saw you squirm beneath me, then automatically switch to a confident, sly manipulator. I enjoyed that. I'm addicted to that.

Part of me thinks that you may be nervous, at the moment, of the person inside of you that is begging to come out. The spark I saw in your eye last night once you had me fooled is that very flicker of danger, I saw in you. I wonder if your nervous of the person you are able to become around me. Do I perhaps bring out a side in you that terrifies you? But don't be alarmed baby, it excites me.

"If you'll excuse me" I need to excuse myself from you right now, not because I want to leave, but unfortunately, I have some business to take care of and when dealing with this sort of thing, I'm on a time crunch.

"Got more bodies to dig up?" I like your dry sense of humour, although forced, I know you're not as bothered by this scenario as you pretend to be.

"Oh, and Harry? You're welcome"