Revenge Is A Dish Best Served [Larry Stylinson]

Instalment Sixteen

LOUIS TOMLINSON

I guess I kind of succeeded Harry, not as much as I would have liked too, but watching how your body responded to me was exhilarating. I have a feeling you knew who it was, I knew the moment you paused when I first kissed you. I sensed that you knew in that very moment that it wasn't Zayn.

I even spoke to you Harry, surely you must have known it was me. Did you hear me Harry? What was it my voice did to you? Because from what it seemed like, it ran through your body and was enough to make you fall completely under my dominancy.

Hearing you moan Harry, that was my drug.

You have been avoiding school all week, and you cancelled your shifts at the bakery as well, where have you run too little bug?

Zayn's been painfully annoying, he continues to show up at the school asking for your whereabouts. Avoiding him too?

I guess my mission can be deemed as successful, you're thinking, and that's all I ever wanted. I only hope somewhere in your thoughts my face pops in from time to time. Are you thinking about me Harry?

I'm thinking about you, an unhealthy amount really.

You started out as a fascination Harry, I have said all along that I am attracted to the weak and vulnerable and the way you presented yourself on that first day of school was exactly that, and that's where it all begun. But on the rooftop, you displayed the furthest thing from frail, and it burned my fire even deeper. My curiosity in you only grew from there and I wanted to see that side of you more. I needed to see that side of you more.

But you seem to be afraid of it, you hide it away and now you're hiding again, when forced with change and decisions, you hide away.

And it's because of your ghosting behaviour that has caused me to be where I am tonight. You really left me no other option, but don't worry, I don't intend to disturb you, how could I when you look so peaceful sleeping.

Although you look serene at the minute Harry, there are resembles of crease marks in your forehead, and underneath your eyes are slightly bulbous. You've been crying Harry, and not just a little, something has really upset you and that wasn't my intention.

Making myself welcome to your phone, I see that you've been ignoring all of Zayn's calls and messages as well, in fact, you've been ignoring calls and messages from everyone this past week. Gotten yourself in quite the little rut, haven't we? But you know it's easily fixed Harry, you know that it's easy for you to make all of this confusion go away.

Looks to me like you haven't admitted what happened that night, not to anyone, even yourself.

Denial is a killer Harry, that's going to continue to eat you alive.

You need to come to terms with what happened, you knew it wasn't Zayn you were kissing, yet you leaned further into it, you knew it wasn't Zayn giving you those commands, yet you obeyed. You knew it wasn't Zayn making you feel the way you did, yet you succumbed.

You were curious. Curiosity is something I am very familiar with Harry and I just know, if you open yourself up to that world, you'll fall deep within it, just as I have.

Will you let me corrupt you baby?

"What did I ever do to you?" your whisper startled me, I must admit, and I'm not normally alarmed often.

Looking down at your eyes, which apparently had been observing me just casually go through your personal belongings, they hold an unbearable sadness in them.

"Whatever do you mean?" placing the phone back down on your bedside table, I continue to welcome myself to places you haven't invited as I place myself down on your bed.

"Why am I your target?"

Good question kid.

"Target?" the aim here is to have you talking as much as possible, I don't particularly like answering questions Harry.

"Sorry, I forgot, you're an ambush predator, why am I your prey?" hearing you quote my references is delighting. I couldn't even control the slight chuckle that left my mouth.

Truth is Harry, I don't even have the words to tell you what pulled me toward you. It was electric, it was automatic, it was chemical, it was fate. Whatever you want to call it, it was uncontrollable.

"Do you see me as a predator Harry?"

Watching you roll away from me, offering me only the satisfaction of your back, I hear your breath exhale dramatically. "I don't know how I see you Louis, and that's where I'm struggling"

A confession of feelings? That's a new one for you Harry, can't say I don't mind hearing you like this, a little dysfunctional, a little weak, vulnerable, I enjoy it.

"See you at the game tomorrow night"

I see myself out the same way I allowed myself in.

You don't know how you see me Harry, I'm going to try and take that for what it is, you're confused about me, and that's okay. Can't blame you, I awoke something in you that night you didn't even know you had in you.

But don't feel too bad Harry, you've awoken something in me I wasn't aware was there either, so I guess we can say we are even.