The Worst Intentions (Larry)

8. Mad at Myself

Certain K-Pop groups have fucked me up badly.

Do y'all even acknowledge the songs I put at the top... Prolly not.

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~Louis' Point of View~

"Are you ready?"

I looked to my left, grip on the seat tightening as I gulped; whether it was vomit or fear I was trying to swallow down, I couldn't be too sure. "Not in the slightest."

"Well," Matthew exclaimed, clasping his hands together, "We'll be touching down in less than five minutes, so you should sort yourself out sooner rather than later."

I bit my lip, already aware of the fact, and tried to persuade myself not to jump out of the jet.

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"I can't do this," I nearly sobbed as the house I'd so easily abandoned came into view; halting and basically planting myself firmly in the spot I was now stood. We had taken off on foot immediately after we'd landed, and I was full on regretting following along with the eager Council member. The limitations a car would've caused - like red lights and speed limits that should be followed lest a cop become involved - were more than welcome to me, which is why he opted for the fastest option for us instead.

"You can, and you will," Matthew insisted from a couple hundred feet away, turning to face me with a less than willing to compromise look.

"I-"

"Either we approach that door on our own two feet - pride as in tact as it can be given the circumstances - or I approach that door with you over my shoulder. Do you really want your ass to be the first thing they see?"

I opened my mouth, ready to tell him that it wouldn't be the first time nor would it actually be the worst way to start our reunion, but the look he shot me forced the words straight back down.

"You have very deeply rooted issues, you know," he commented, green eyes squinting at me as if he were having trouble deciphering exactly whom, or what, I was.

I smiled bitterly, muttering, "Yeah, I know." 

With that I once again headed in the one direction I wanted nothing more than to run away from, but at this point I was tired of all the fighting going on between my head and my heart. The only way I could silence them was by giving them both what they wanted - even if it meant willingly walking into and burning in the hell I had created.

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I'd never thought a door could look as menacing as the the one I was currently stood in front of, but there's always something knew to learn, it seems.

I bit my lip so hard I drew blood. "I-"

"You will. No more running," Matthew concluded, and he was right.

No more running.

No more running because no sooner had the words come out of his mouth then the menacing door was yanked open, revealing a wide-eyed Zayn and Perrie and, worst of all, a steely Harry.

I allowed myself a super quick once-over, swallowing thickly when I saw just how good he looked with tousled hair, a tight-fitting black t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and those God-forsaken boots.