Revenge Is A Dish Best Served [Larry Stylinson]

Instalment Thirty Four

I've been avoiding you for another four days Harry and I can't say that am enjoying it, but I don't know what to do with you and you need to be taught a lesson.

Your messages have been left unanswered these past few days, but that is also where your attempt has ceased, you don't attempt to contact me any further than an electronic message and that's the lack of effort that infuriates me further.

The only saving grace you've got at the minute Harry is that, Zayn's phone has been silent these past few days as well by you.

I've had Zayn sedated these past few days because to be honest, I just don't have the emotional capacity to deal with him right now and I need some one on one time with Michael.

Say what you will about my relationship with Michael, but we have the advantage of time. We've been through a lot together, him probably more so than me, but even though he can't exactly converse with me these days, he is always there to listen and that's what I need from him at the moment.

"I don't know what to do Michael, I don't know why it is that he can't let him go" I glare at Zayn with annoyance, more so because of how vulnerable he is at the minute, he is quite literally laying there unconscious, the root of all my problems, it would be so easy just to end him right here, right now.

But he deserves more than that, he needs to be punished and tortured for all the lives he has tarnished since walking on this cruel earth.

"With Harry you know, it's different, he isn't like you and me. Well, he isn't like me. He's a good person, I know he is, he's a little lost and his home life is pretty fucked up, but I just know that he's destined for good you know."

The good thing about talking with Michael is that he knows me, and I know him, so even though my words to him are becoming more like diary entries, all it takes it a simple squint of his eye, or a nudge from his wrist for me to get all the advice I need.

"I worry though, Mike, like what if the good he is destined for, doesn't include me? I'm not exactly the best option you would want to take home to mummy after all, what if I'm just another causality in his life keeping him from what he really needs?"

I wished you didn't have this effect on me, Harry. I find myself completely frazzled these days and I don't have the same amount of control over myself and emotions that I use to and I know that you're to blame, but I'm not mad.

I feel like I've developed a lot over this past year and a bit, but it will never change the details of my past and I find myself coming the conclusion that I may not be worthy of you. I've had these thoughts before yes, but it's becoming more of a reality to me.

The sudden brush over my hand is comforting and my eyes are forced up to meet with Michael's and all of my doubts are washed away. The subtle look in his eye is enough to show me that he cares. He's always cared.

I climb down off from where I am laid next to him in the bed and give him a few quick kisses over the left side of his face. No matter what happens, I am always doing to have so much love for Michael as I know he will for me.

Upon leaving the bunker, I know I've given Zayn enough sedative to be down and out for at least a few more hours of peace to Michael before he wakes. I feel like I need to go find you, Harry. My conversation with Michael opened up my pathways to forgiving you, but I guess I need to give you a little slack, since you don't know what I'm mad about. How could I tell you, yeah Harry, I'm pissed because I stole Zayn's phone whilst he is held up at my hostel and I saw you message him. Somehow, I don't see it going down very well.

"Hey Anne, is Harry home?" your mum is out in the front garden tending to a few of her pots.

"Oh, Louis darling, how are you?" pulling her gloves from her hands so she is able to pull me in for a full embrace.

I'm confused by her hold Harry, as she hasn't ever broken a physical touch with me before and this seems to be a little disproportionate for the first time. But there is more than just a greeting behind this hold.

"Good, you?" I ask as she finally releases me from her grasp.

"I'm alright, thank you, for the other day, I was thankful you were able to get Harry away from that situation" right, so that's what this was about.

"That's alright, everything alright?" time to play my part.

"Yes dear, nothing for you to worry about. Harry's inside, why don't you hurry on in" she hastily insinuates as she puts back on her gloves whilst giving the space behind me causing me to turn around seeing their neighbour eyeballing me before heading into her house.

As I look back at Anne, she looks rattled and humiliated. There is noticeably a story behind this, and I wonder if Harry knows, but I'll circle back to this later.

Heading into your house, Harry your sat at the breakfast bench, book in hand and nibling down on a few chocolate chip cookies. "Hey" I announce as you haven't even been able to tear your attention from the tragedy in front of you.

"Oh, Louis, hey, oh sorry, I didn't hear you" you stumble as you attempt to place a holder into your book and choke down the mouthful of baked goodness you had.

"Can we talk?" I admit, I am here with my white flag waving because if I'm honest, I find it impossible staying away from you.

"Yeah of course, are you okay?" you've hurried off your chair but as you get closer to me, it's like you are unsure what to do with your hands as they dance awkwardly in front of me, like you're unsure if you're allowed to touch me.

"I'm okay, just wanted to see you, I've been a little off all –"

"I love you"

My jaw immediately drops. Did you just say what I think you did?

"What?"