Revenge Is A Dish Best Served [Larry Stylinson]

Instalment Thirty Seven

48 hours.

That's all it took for my entire world and everything I thought I knew to change.

48 small hours.

Doesn't seem like a whole lot in the scheme of things does it, considering what I had been through already, but in 48 hours, I figured just how little I knew about the world and everything in it.

In 48 hours, I have had my heart completely torn out of my chest and scrambled to absolutely pieces more times than I care to admit. This must be the punishment that I get for letting my guard down. I always knew that vulnerability was a weakness, I always knew that the moment I became inferior was the moment you grant access to be hurt. I knew it. I've spent the last 19 years knowing it. So why did I even bother to think otherwise.

Why did I think you would be special?

48 HOURS EARLIER

"You have something on your mind" Your question breaks my overthinking as I lay on your chest letting my fingers roam aimlessly across the surface of your skin, collecting the sweat drops that had formed on your skin showing evidence of the act we had just committed in these sheets.

"I'm okay" I lie, the overwhelming heartache still evident in my chest being that I had only just lost Michael a little under 2 hours ago. But I can't share that with you, not without having to tell you everything. So, I silently let my heart shatter in silence.

"You know you can tell me anything right?" I hear your heartbeat underneath my ear knocking against your skin, bursting for a way to come out. This level of intimacy obviously being as foreign to you as it is me. You do like your tragic romances Harry and I guess that's all you've been used to, but I'm beginning to think that this isn't as tragic as what we originally hoped it would be.

Things with you have been nothing short of cinematic, and I can see our love story being inscribed into the pages of a Nicholas Sparks novel. I see, whatever this is between us, morphing more and more into a general relationship the further we process.

I never saw myself as the relationship type; but right now, the vision of you not being in my life at all is one that's even harder to foresee. Not that we have a label on this yet, but your confession three words to me the other day I think takes us part the labelling portion of this.

Your just, my Harry and that's all I really need to do in regard to the labelling topic.

"Yeah, I know. I'm okay though. Just tired" I nuzzle myself in closer to your chest if even possible and continue to trace useless patterns across your skin. Your hand that's been used as my own personal pillow is draped down the length of my back using the tips of your fingers to dance lines above where my pant line should sit.

Neither one of us bothering to get dressed after completely devouring each other, being at a comfortable place to lay here completely exposed with one another.

"You know" you begin to tease as you change positions, shifting yourself higher so you're now laying on top of me. "It's been a while since I had my lips around you, I miss you" you begin to place soft kisses into the sensitive parts of my neck, just where you know I like it.

My eyes flutter closed, unable to keep myself from completely enjoying the feeling of your breath pulsating against my skin. You continue your trail down my neck, reaching my collarbone and across my exposed chest, taking your time to circle your tongue around the sensitive nerve collecting's on my nipples, using my silence as your que to continue with your plans.

My hands subconsciously find the roots of your hair, holding them tightly in my own palm as the firm grip, I have continued to increase the more I'm overtaken by the feeling you're pounding through my veins. You're all for teasing as you allow yourself to navigate and prolong what I'm so desperately craving as you place thirty nips at the skin surrounding my now throbbing erection.

The moment I feel your tongue lapse around the head of my penis, I know your gathering up the precum that had leaked from being so heavily turned on by you. Allowing yourself to completely fill your mouth with my length as you bob your head up and down consistently hitting that spot of the back of your throat that makes you gag, tightening the hold you have around my cock. That along almost enough to send me completely over the edge.

As pleasurably groans leave my lips you mimic my sound sending shockwaves through my body as you Humm around the base of my cock, echoing sounds that you are enjoying yourself just as much as I am.

As I feel the pressure build in my lower stomach, I don't even have the strength anymore to hold myself back and enjoy this, wanting to completely surrender myself to you. Something else that is completely new to me. The bucking of my hips giving enough warning that I'm reaching my high as I tense up and release all the emotion you built up in me, sending it down the back of your throat in spurts.

After licking up the mess, you raise your head back into eye view with a pleased look on your face, knowing how much I completely melted by your touch. I run my hands back through my sweaty hair as I attempt to come down from my high, my eyes falling shut now being completely exhausted.

I didn't even realise I had fallen asleep when my eyes were fluttering open, the approaching night making itself evident through the windows as the setting sun throws shades of orange all through my bedroom.

I search aimlessly around the bed with my right hand, begging to come in contact with you soon, however all I am met with is the remanence of a cold empty bed. Not liking how empty it makes me feel inside.

Sitting up and rubbing my eyes, peering at the clock as it reads 5:30pm, I stretch out a groan and allowing my vision time to stabilise before getting up.

My eyes come in contact with a small ripped piece of paper lying on the place where your head should be, taking it in my hands and reading your letter.

Dinner with mum, I will be back tonight.

I Love you, H. x

Short and sweet, and there are those three little words again. Ones that seem so easily for you to scribble on a piece of torn paper, yet I haven't managed to be able to say it back yet.

I need to go and check on Zayn, it's been a few hours now since I began letting him pay for his lifelong sins and to be completely honest, I just want to see him struggling.

The drive the bunker is like second nature to me now and I find myself becoming on autopilot when I make my way over here.

Sucking in on the lasting weed I had left in my joint, I throw it to the side, letting the smoke completely fill my lungs before blowing it out into the approaching night air. The high adding to the adrenaline I have circulating my system, silently enjoying every minute of pain I am putting Zayn through.

Pulling the metal door open, I've got a hint of hesitancy in me as I remember the sight I was forced upon when I opened this door 12 hours ago, however the intoxicating drug giving me enough courage to push the feelings down, allowing myself to completely enjoy this moment. It's been a long time coming.

As I make myself known further into the room, turning on the bright spotlight that will light up your features, I allow them to stabilise before hovering over your metal frame.

"What the-"

You're gone.