Revenge Is A Dish Best Served [Larry Stylinson]

Instalment Twenty Four

A few hours before

LOUIS TOMLINSON

Harry, I'm taking last night as my queue to continue. You showed me that you wanted me, that you knew how to surrender yourself to me, and that Harry was everything I needed.

But the moment I thought I had you well and truly under my grasp, you ran from me, again. Why is it you keep pulling back from me Harry. I thought we were finally getting somewhere.

I thought you had finally come to your senses and forgotten all this nonsense with Zayn, but you once again proved that you couldn't commit. The boy who I thought showed the most dominate signs of commitment in the beginning is now proving himself to the wrong side of the coin.

Why do you continuously run back to him, Harry? It's clearly missing something otherwise you wouldn't have come last night.

So, now I have to take matters into my own hands, you've really left me no choice. I didn't want to do this, and honestly, I had plans of this to go other ways. I wanted to play this out in the slow lane, enjoy the process, but your actions last night in a way, sped up the process.

The moment you relinquished yourself to me, you changed the game.

Coming down the basement staircase, I see you sitting there still cataleptic, head fallen forward. "Thank you, gentlemen," Sending confirmation nods to the two men standing in front of you, they leave us be, you and I have some things we need to discuss.

I take a small moment to enjoy the sight I have in front of me, this is even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Seeing you like this, it's satisfying.

But I have places to go, people to see, lips to kiss.

So, it's time to wake up and with a solid slap to your right cheek, the pleasantry groan escaping your lips is just the cherry on top of the cake.

"Welcome to casa de la venganza"

"What the fuck" you groan, still attempting to come to full consciousness.

"You seemed to be causing me more issues than you're worth and quite frankly, I am sick of it." The blood dropping from your lip sends a joyful electric current through my veins. I'm enjoying this more than I care to admit.

"I don't know what you mean?" you are incredibly stupid even at the best of times, I really don't get it. What does he see in you? What does anyone see in you?

"You have something that belongs to me, and I am really going to need it back"

I never liked it when people touched my things, I'm possessive like that and it gets even worse when they think they can take them from me.

"I didn't take anything from you" you spit out a build-up of blood from your mouth.

"Well, you have, but first perhaps we need to talk about something else first. Hanna Simpson perhaps"

The shock that completely consumes your expression was well worth the build-up. Even though the games been changes, perhaps I can still enjoy the parts I can control.

"How the fuck?" you stumble out before both our attentions are turned to the sound of knocking coming from my front door.

Shit.

I whip my head back to you and the hopeful glimmer you have in your eye is amusing, but completely wasted.

I need to get rid of whoever is at the door and get back to real business.

Reaching for a stray piece of loose material, I need to make sure you're inaudible whilst I do this.

Opening the door, I wasn't prepared for you to be my guest. I wasn't prepared to ever see you at my house of all places.

"Louis?" Your question brings me out of my state of shock, realising that I hadn't actually said anything yet.

"You, you can't be here right now Harry!" As much as I am grateful to see you, I can't have you here right now. I'm clearing the path for our future at the minute and getting rid of any of the inconveniences in our way. I'm doing this for you, for us.

"Why?" you ask, however unfortunately Harry, I can't answer that.

If you would have just come by in an hour, this would have all been okay. It would have been dealt with and I could have had you all to myself.

"It's just not a good time" well, it isn't a lie. It really isn't a good time, not for him anyway, I am having the time of my life, but I can't say the same for our little friend.

But the look on your face shows me that you've taken this out of context, you look hurt. I don't want to hurt you Harry, I never wanted that. Believe me, if I could have you inside now, you know I would in a heartbeat.

But of course, even when I am trying to deal with our problem, he's still showing that he is one. Makes what I have to do even more vital.

"Harry? Why did you come here" I ask out of curiosity?

"I don't have the strength to stay away from you anymore."

Oh Harry, you have no idea how much I understand that feeling, it's a cruel addiction isn't it. That constant longing.

But you've just confirmed that I really do need to do this now.

You want me.

But your morals are so sensitive and controlling, you don't want to hurt anyone, you're a good person, it's nice to see the innocence in you, but you need to understand that you're allowed to have control, you're allowed to go after what you want.

And I want you.

Walking back down into the basement, I don't know if I even want to play with you anymore, it seems like I am on a time crunch, and now I have Harry waiting for me.

So, I am conflicted, do I end you now so it's all over with and I can carry on playing with my doll, or do I let this drag out and give to you the same amount of torture that you've been putting me through these past few weeks.

Watching you drag Harry around, you never deserved him. But you sure as hell deserve every thing I am about to give to you.

"Alright Zayn, time to listen. You're going to do exactly what I say and when I say so. And don't worry, I have a lot of experience with this, there is someone I could like you to meet. He needs some company"

Michael needs a roommate.

I'm sure he will thank me for it in the long run, they both will.