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"Okay please stop killing people for no reason it's really starting to affect me. Why'd you kill this one?"
"No reason." I mumbled crossing my arms over. "You had a reason, you get that mad look in your eye when you do."
"Why are you watching me kill people?" I spit out. I was in a mood, he looks like a fucking idiot. "You look like a fucking idiot."
"Louis. Come on— seriously what was the reason?" His jeans were really tight. "Why are you jeans so tight?" He shrugs. "Sorry. I didn't- I didn't mean to offend you. You look good- fine, just, you look normal."
"Thanks? Why'd you kill him?" Throwing the bat onto the couch I turn around. "Because he- I just wanted to." He huffs. "He asked me out before. It was weird- not like, in that way I just don't know if I- you know?"
"You don't?" I just kill him for nothing? He made the best coffee. "No?"
"Hm. Hey um— I found where Nelly was- was buried if you wanted to see her." He shrugs. "I don't know if I can right now. You okay? You look- sadder than your usual pout."
"No I'm fine. I don't pout- by the way," He mumbles under his breath. "Hm?"
"Nothing. Hey I know it's like- three in the morning and you hate my guts- Ew, sorry I just- thought about- anyway, I really really want a slushy, can we go get one?"
"People fear you," I announced. "You know this? People that I work with- people like me. Are scared of you, they refuse to say your name, you have put fear in your own name, people on the streets pray they don't meet you. And this is how you behave?"
"Do you recon they have anything other than the red one. That one stains my teeth. Can we go?." He dismisses my issue. "Sure."
"Also you're not a ray of sunshine yourself babydoll. I said your name one time because I was trying to find you and these bitches held guns to my heads and told me to be quiet. Started checking the ceilings and everything."
"I've touched many hearts." I smile. "More literally than you have figuratively no doubt."
"Okay, so you want me to swerve this car? Because I will. I will drive us off the road." He shakes his head. "No. Please, I don't want to be here when you kill us both."
"Where do you wanna be?" He shakes his head profusely. "I don't wanna die."
"Well my love, I'm afraid everybody has to die eventually." He starts to flick through the radio. "It scares me. The idea of it. The idea of being here and then just- not existing. I haven't done enough to exists after death."
"No?" He stops, shrugging as he turned it up.
God knows what it was, I liked the guitar. "She had a face straight out a magazine..."
He didn't talk to me or move, the whole song, that whole million minutes the song played he just sat there humming along.
He was so far in his own worked he didn't even notice me almost crash the car because I was too busy looking at him. "Hey do you like me?."
"Harry that's a weird question," He nods, turning back around while the next song plays in the background. "Completely, not all the time."
"Oh." He bites his cheek as we get out of the car. Everyone's eyes meeting the floor as he walks past. "My god. The tension is stronger than a school girl and her English teacher."
"That is diabolical." I shrug blowing out a raspberry. "Yes, they have the Cherry one."
He takes my hand pulling me towards the corner. "Harry are you aware of the fear you cause?" This is why I refuse to let anybody know what I do.
I can kill people in peace— pieces? Either way I am my own person.
"Yes I am." I hum. "Right and you're fine with it?" He snickers, his mouth filled with his drink as he speaks. "Louis I'm 19, I have- I am- according to buzz feed 'the richest teen in history' and, my face isn't completely hideous. I'm more than fine with it. I'm so fine with it that if somebody asked me I would give a speech. I'd get it on a billboard but Zayn says it's too showy."
"Your name is feared, you looking like that is what keeps your ass out of jail." He clicked his teeth. "Nope, no I pay to keep my ass out of jail. Systems fucked."
"That too." He hands the shaky handed man his money. "You can keep the change. Thanks Paul- are you flirting with me? You are so flirting with me right now."
He nudged my arm. "Carry on."
"Not happening, get in the car." He holds the cup in front of me. "What? I'm not carrying it for you."
"You're so cute. No, try it. It's good. Promise— scouts honour," I stop by the door, he holds the straw so I drank a little. It really wasn't terrible. "It's not bad is it."
"Awful." He groans out a huff. "You're so stubborn just admit that you like it."
"No." Closing my door I watch him glare at me most of the time I was driving. "Can we go slow? I wanna put the windows down but I don't wanna ruin my hero hair."
"You're a terrible person Harry Styles." He giggles. "So I've been told, thank you."
Slowing down he leans over, pushing down every single window. "Really? all of them?"
"Maximum air flow." He nods. "That's why I brought you a jacket, see— I came prepared for my irrational curiosity on the window situation."
"You're just saying words now Harry." He grabs my wrist. "Stop the car."
"Harry I'm in the middle of the fucking road dipshit-"
"Louis stop the car." Pulling over onto the side of the street he stands and listens for god knows what. "Was it in your head?"
"No, no I swear I heard her whistling." I let out a nervous laugh. "Harry what the fuck."
He grabs my hand pulling me down the street with him. "I heard it, please you have to believe me. Please."
"Okay- but who? Why did you hear?" He crosses the road not even checking for cars.
"Nia, I heard Nia whistle."
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Love&Affection | Larry Stylinson
Fanfic"He's dead." Harry whispered. "That's the idea." "He's dead." He repeats. "I mean his eyes are separate from his sockets and his spleen is somewhere mixed in with his teeth. So yes." "You killed him!" He points. "Don't point what if he's shy." "Oh...
