Love&Affection | Larry Stylinson

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I should really start checking over what I write, there are so many mistakes.
Okay back after few months, the writing is bad and it's confusing but it's funny so please stay.

I love you, smooches😘

"I'm sorry. She passed away ten minutes ago." The phone falls from my hand. Covering over my mouth as I fall to the floor.

Taking the phone throwing it across the room. "Fuck!" I'd almost ripped my hair out. Knowing I'd never be able to say a last goodbye made me sick. "No. No- shit!"

Picking up the broken picture, I pull it from the frame leaving the broken glass inside. "I'm sorry, fuck I'm so sorry."

Shoving the picture into my back pocket I storm my way out slamming the front door.

"Fuck, fuck- fuck. Oh my god I hate you." I didn't even know if I can drive. My hands weren't working. "..and on the A6 eastbound we have a car pile up, witness says the driver was the infamous leader of Londons gang, still unknown.."

I turn off the radio of pushing on the gas. Going 100 trying to keep my eyes forward.

The empty seat beside me almost mocking me with the silence. Pressing on the gas drifting almost too far as he stands there with his hands over his stomach.

Jumping out of the car watching the blood spill from his mouth. "No."

"Why the fuck are you stood in the middle of a road?" He stumbles back. "Because despite the distance you've gone most people do not drive at 120 on this fucking road."

"That doesn't mean you walk in the middle of the road are you fucking stupid?" The boy scoffs. "Fuck off. I'm bleeding- I'm about to die and I hope it fucking traumatises you."

"Oh what a fucking treasure you are." He smirks. "I've been told."

"You need help." His eyes go wide. "That, is the understatement of the goddamn century. Is it me? I think I'm falling." He laughs falling into my chest.

"Smooth." He winks at me. "Are you taking me home?" He teases. "I'm taking you to fix you that is it. Once your stitched and sober you're leaving."

"You're a grumpy bum aren't you." He starts to throw up turning to the side. "Oh not near my car please." He wipes his mouth. "You smell good- hey where are we going?"

"To fix your mess. Bleed on my seats and your dead." I spat through my teeth. "Bet your girlfriend loves you."

"Don't swing that way." I close the door quickly getting in and driving off. The same speed but with different intentions. "Can I put music on?"

"No." He pouts. "This kind of hurts." He laughs. "Wonder why."

"Why are you so grumpy? What's with the frown?" He flicks my lip. "Stop that. Sit still."

Eventually making it back without killing us both I drag him into the bathroom. "Sir your house is very very big."

"Don't call me sir I'm 21 years old not 90." He scoffs. "The way you act you wouldn't believe it." He taunts. "Shut up sit still. Take your shirt off."

"I'm a minor." He smirks. "Good question actually, how old are you?"

"19." I pull his shirt off hearing him laugh. "You need to cheer up." Setting the towel over his stomach I looked up at him. "What did you do?"

"Crashed my car. It was a nice car too I just paid it off." He complains. "Stay still."

"It hurts." My god. "Stay still." He wouldn't stay still. "It hurts, I'm serious this really hurts. I can't stay still."

"You're okay, just stay like that. There you go— you're doing good. You're doing really good just a few more seconds and it's over."

I had to almost pin him down to get him to stay still. "I'm done. See it's not that bad."

He blinks at me, his face almost burning red. "Are you gonna be sick again? I'd rather you do it into the toilet than on my floor."

"Yeah sure." I shrugged it off. "Once you're sober I'm taking you back to where I found you." He sticks his thumb up, the cross on his hand looked old, he was only 19.

"Do you- when- um so if I- I can't talk to you stop looking at me." I cover over my eyes. "Keep talking." He lets out a shaky breath.

"I can't do it." He whispers. "Why?" I drop my hand. "Not a clue. Am I gonna die?"

"Hopefully." I mumbled under my breath. "I can taste blood. Isn't that a sign of like- death."

"My god what have I done. Brush your teeth." I spat through my teeth. "But I'm dying. Is there a point?"

"This is daft. Just brush your teeth. Here, take these and brush your teeth." He starts to smile at me. "You're mean."

"Whatever. What's your name? Do you have one?" He nods. "What is it?"

He mumbled out an i don't know. "What do you mean you don't know? How do you not know your name? Are you fucking dense?"

"No." I take the toothbrush from his hand. "I just need to know incase I have to file a missing persons report then I have your name and it makes it easier."

"You can't ask someone?" I look around. "Are there other people with us?"

"No." He drops his head. "Right then I can't ask anybody else can I? What the fuck is your name?"

"Why are you being mean?" I tried to ignore it, I really did. "What's your name?"

"I don't know." I take a deep breath. "Okay, okay that's fine. It's fine. Where's your car? Is it where we were?"

"Oh I have no clue. Can I sleep? In a bed? Preferably," He carefully jumps down from the counter. "You're smaller than me. I thought you were taller."

"Fuck. You." He taps my nose. "Do you own beds or is this just not your house and you took me to a random place to kill me."

"Yes." I start to walk knowing he'd follow. "I have preferences. If you're killing me— do it slowly please."

"That is truly diabolical." He smirks. "Yeah." I push him towards the next room. "Not that one."

"Why not that one?" He pouts. "Because I said no."

"Is there somebody in there?" He whispered. "No, not right now you just can't stay in that room stop asking."

Pushing him into bed he curls himself into a ball. "Thank you for not killing me." He mumbled out. "Just go to sleep."