Guns & Roses (Larry Stylinson)

Extra 4: Harry and Zander

Hello everybody, and welcome to day 4 of the 12 days of updates! This is another extra chapter, and I do want to give a disclaimer for this chapter.

Disclaimer: Some of these scenes deal with heavy issues, and I will always add a warning before each part. Please heed those warnings because some material may be triggering.

Also, I just want to say that the intention of this chapter is not to make anybody feel bad or pity or change anybody's opinion on Zander. He did things that were wrong and should never have been performed. However, this chapter is simply about shedding light on the past and giving insight to a character.

Again, the goal is not to make anyone try to like this character. It's only showing aspects of that character that may be understandable as to why he becomes a certain way. It is to explain and build, not to justify or erase his actions.

With that being said, please enjoy reading! (There is some Louis in this chapter, and the next extra chapter will be Liam centric!)

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Zander: First Impressions

"You shouldn't walk on it if it hurts," I heard a small voice speak up from behind me. I jumped a bit, stopping in front of the door to leave the nurse's office. I slowly turned around to see a boy with curly brown hair and worried green eyes staring at me, sitting in the nurse's waiting room. I knew his name, of course. Everybody knew him because of how kind and helpful he was. Everyone also knew of the tragedy that was his parents' death.

Harry Styles.

"It's not that bad. Just a sprain," I shrugged off. I adjusted my school bag on my shoulder, avoiding his gaze. His eyes were like honest windows to the soul; like he didn't mind if I could tell what he was thinking.

"If it's sprained, then you really shouldn't be walking on it," He informed. He stood from his seat and walked over to me. He held out his hand, and my eyebrow rose without me even recognizing the motion. "You need to sit," he explained, "If you have a sprained ankle, then you shouldn't walk on it. The tissues in a sprained ankle are inflamed, and it needs time to heal. The only way to allow that is proper rest. You should take it easy for at least a day."

"You sound like the nurse," I muttered out, jumping a bit as he actually laughed at my statement. Again, I raised an eyebrow as I looked at him. He was quite unusual. But I noticed that he was also rather gorgeous. His smile sure was stunning.

"Come on," He said, taking my hand and wrapping it around his shoulder. I noticed that he smelled like flowers. I didn't fight him on it as he led me over to the chairs and sat me down. He reached for my ankle. "Do you mind?" I shook my head, allowing him to observe. He seemed really focused on the injury, handling my foot delicately. "What happened?"

"Nothing much," I lied in a shameful mutter.

"I can bandage it for you if you want." He didn't press me for information, and I found myself thankful for that. I didn't have it in me to think of another lie to save anyone's reputation.

"I can wait for the nurse. I was told she'd be back soon."

"I assist the nurse sometimes. She knows me pretty well, and I know where the bandages are. It's no problem." He offered me a stunning smile, and it was difficult to say no to that face.

"Alright," I muttered, sitting in silence as I watched him walk over to the nurse's office and return with bandages in his hand. He got back down on his knees and began to wrap my ankle up rather delicately. I only winced a couple times during the procedure.