Love&Affection | Larry Stylinson

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He was gone when I woke up. The house was quiet, silent actually.

I was alone again.

I missed the loud noises, the screaming and the laughing my god I missed her laugh.

I wanted them to say yes to letting me see her because I'm a good dad not because I had the money to pay for it.

But instead I got to sit here in silence because I decided I wanted the money. I couldn't let it go. "Please just let me see her for a second."

"No Louis you're not seeing her anymore. Not until they clear you." I didn't do anything. "I don't have anybody else please don't take her away from me."

"Think before you speak next time. I'm sorry you're not seeing her until you're cleared."

I really need to just hang up the phone instead of throwing them across the room. "Fuck you then. Bitch— I'll fucking kill your dad. Then what?"

I've resorted to talking to myself.

Somehow the phone hadn't broken, I was getting a phone call two seconds later. "What?"

"Hiya boss miss you too. So last night we counted the list and there were five cars, but there were only- four people. We were missing one. We had a runner and we're still not sure where they went."

"Liam are you listening?" He hums out a yes. "If you, don't find out where they went, I will skin your boyfriend alive and I will throw his insides into your food and force you to eat it. K? Got it? Are we clear?"

"Yeah. Yeah no that's- that's fine. Can you help look for him?" I hate them all. "What does he look like?"

"6'2, brown curly hair, his eyes are sort of green and he's got this sleeve of tattoos it's got- um- there's a cross on his left- I think it's on his left."

I was ready to kill myself I'll tell you that much.

"Louis you good?" My eye twitches. "Find him. Do not kill him I want his location the second you find him. Name?"

"Uh, Harry- Styles. Peculiar name. Says here he- oh." He was dead. "You leave him, I want to kill him myself. Got it?" I knew he'd argue with me. "Louis he-" I wasn't dealing with it.

"Got it?" He sighs. "Yeah. Yeah okay. I'll text you when I know anything." 

Making my way towards the back room I push the red door open hearing the struggled sounds muffled into the cloth. "It's your lucky day, you get to die quick. I need that seat."

Running my finger over the knives I pick up the sixth, it was my lucky number. "Bye."

Watching the knife fly across the room and into his head. "Clean this up. Now." Slamming the door shut I make my way out to my key.

It was gone. I wasn't entirely sure he was aware how bad this was about to be.

It's a good thing I track all my cars. "Niall let's go!"

If it's crashed I swear he's not going to be dead I might just cut him up and draw dot to dot. With a lighter.

I hated my other cars. I liked that car, it was a nice car. Comfy and warm and it had space for at least three dead men.

It was moving which is good, whether he's the one in the car or not is a different story.

Either way he was a dead man.

Pulling back pressing on the gas I stop in front of him. Twisting the knife over my hand.

"I was gonna bring it back I swear, I just had to find someone first," I brush my finger under his chin with a smile. "I swear I was bringing it back right after I'd finished."

"I'm gonna fucking kill you." He laughs. "Over a car? Come on that is not very healthy." My fist flying over his face he falls back. "Who you looking for Harry? Hm?"

Grabbing his throat I smack his head into the hood of the car. "You found me.." I laughed.

Pushing my nail into his neck I drag him into the passengers seat. "Niall, take that car and go see if there's any other problems."

"Got it." I had a tendency to drive recklessly when I was mad. It was a problem that I just didn't want to fix. "Your nails are sharp."

"Keep talking I fucking dare you." He scoffs. "You are totally killing my mood right now Louis. This is unbelievably selfish of you."

"You seriously need a head check." He winks at me. "You want to check? My lips are smooth."

He blows me a kiss. I fling him out of the car letting him fall to the floor, grunting out in pain. "God this so not fun."

I had to drag him, he would not stand up. "I can't believe I helped you."

"Please stop dragging me. I have sensitive skin!" He starts to kick and scream. If he didn't die then I was killing myself. "Shut up!"

I needed him to suffer but I fear I may not get my wish.

I might be the one suffering.

Kicking him until he falls onto the floor I watch him just lay there. "I am so not giving you head."

"I'm so going to chop yours off." I spin the axe over my head hearing him scream before jumping up. "Wait! I don't even know what I did. I mean— I thought we were fine. I was gonna go and you could've stayed away and just not died and I would've brought your car back."

"Or, now hear me out. I could just kill you." Swinging the axe at him he ducks quickly.

"Okay, okay yes that's- that's possibly a better option for you but what about democracy? I mean, people for the people right? Or are you a communist? Yikes."

"Do you ever stop talking?" He hums. "Sometimes, but when I'm nervous I ramble and I'm a little scared, last night you were just crazy but now you're like. Mad. Mental. Deranged! You my love, need therapy."

"You took my kid away from me Harry. I want you fucking dead." He blinks. "Your kid? You have a kid? Since when?"

"Since six years ago, dickhead." He hums. "Cool, cool that's nice I love that for you, only problem, I don't know what you mean."

"Are you are fucking kidding me."