Revenge Is A Dish Best Served [Larry Stylinson]

Instalment Twenty Two

LOUIS TOMLINSON

What Hanna gave me was good, but it wasn't enough, not on its own, but nonetheless, it was good. And it was solid, there was pages upon pages of confessions in this little journal of Zayn's, but it needed to be paired with a lot more, and I had a few more lovely people from Zayn's past that I needed to pay a little visit too.

But I'll be damned, Reed Withers.

I have to hand it to him, Reed isn't the sort of person anyone in their right mind would bother to mess with, I understood his desire for control and therefore, I never dared play in his territory. But our little friend Zayn here, has just waltzed him on into mine.

I needed to do more research on this Borderline Personality Disorder, I needed to understand it in depth, not just at surface level. Damage made on the surface like a cut or a bruise would heal, if you wanted to inflict real destruction on someone, you had to go deep, down to the core, and that's exactly what I needed to do to Zayn.

I'm glad now that I composed myself and didn't kill him when I wanted to, could you possibly imagine me having to deal with an aggravated Reed Withers on my trail.

I didn't yet know enough about their relationship to know what it meant to either one of them, by the entries that Zayn put in his little confessional of his, Reed meant a lot of him, and Zayn pretty much owed him his life, do I know why? No, not yet, but I will. I always get to the bottom of things.

This triangle theory though he has going on, now that, that sounds interesting, something I could definitely get on board with. I wondered if it would work on Harry.

But then again, did I really want to stoop to the depths of the inner workings of Zayn.

No.

Harry is mine anyway, it's written in every philosophy book every written, so I didn't need to win him over, I just needed him in his rightful place.

But, Harry, the research can wait for another night, tonight, I want to tickle your temptations a little further. I want to see just how far it is I can push you before your morals kick in.

You've already had a taste, are you hungry?

I've invited you down to the lake, a little midnight swim if you will. I've read that there is something about the moonlight that just makes you see things from a different perspective.

I don't know if you are going to show, but I have a strong incline that you may, you are a curious creature after all.

As I approach the water's edge, there is only a single light from a lonely lamp post that sat next to weathered bench seat. Everything situated as lonely objects, but when put together, work.

Ironic isn't it.

The dainty light from the lamp post has created an ombre effect out on the water where it starts off as a dark indigo and brushes off lightly into complete darkness.

It's peaceful down here Harry, I want you to see it. I wish nothing more than to have you see what I see. In all aspects. The view of the world through my eyes isn't as messed up as its reality.

Ridding myself of all items of clothing, my toes touch the edging sends shockwaves through my body, is this what it really feels like to be alive? Shifting my feet further into the water, it increases up the length of my legs continuing to send unsympathetic coldness in waves through me. But it's refreshing like this.

Taking the plunge, I dive myself under the motionless surface and let the darkness completely consume me, drenching me completely from head to toe, surrendering myself to its dimness.