Love&Affection | Larry Stylinson

20|20

20|20 Vision bitch we, twinin'

"Harry can you read out the-" he was gone, I have no idea where he went but he's gone.

"Bitch just left me, what do you know about my dads plan then? Hm? What's he doing? Why's he so radio silent, you're the sixth person I've had try take my kid today. It's weird."

He shrugs, he wasn't speaking.

I was smiling like a fucking creep.

Gripping his thighs and squeezing as hard as I could, the scream he let out wasn't nearly as funny as Harry's but it was just as satisfying.

"Tell me what you know!" He drops his head back. "He needs someone to trade! He needs a kid- of his own blood but you're the only one with that so- so he needs your kid."

"My god it really does work." I step back watching the tears stream down his face. "It is realty quite thrilling. I feel a little bad killing you, he's ruined me. Say something mean."

"What?" I wave my hands. "Come on, throw it at me, say something mean and disrespectful."

Nothing. "Sorry I ran away- Derek?" I snicker. "Your name is Derek? That's so sad." Harry scoffs. "Your middle name is William."

There's my reasoning. Slicing Dereks throat I watch Harry stand there like Peter Pan. "I came down here to tell you that Riley is pacing, she won't talk. Niall said to come and get you."

"Shit." Running up the steps I sprint into the living room sitting with her on the floor.

"Riles." I pull her into my chest. "No, no! No! Mama I didn't do it! I didn't do it! Give him back! Please!"

"Riles, you're home it's okay. She's gone, it's okay." Covering her ears I try to keep her hands down before she starts punching.

"Everything is okay." Sitting her on my lap the shouting starts to slowly move its way into crying. "It's okay, you're okay. Look, he's here, he's right here. You're okay."

"I feel sick." I move the hair from her face wiping over the tears. "It's okay Riles just breath. You're okay."

"You need to sleep. Come on, we'll take a nap with Nia." Niall scoops her up from the floor leaving me sat there with my heart rate almost doubled. "She really needs to go to a therapist this is bad."

"At least nobody's dead this time." Zayn states in a cheerful manner. "Rip to Xac though." Liam says. "You two are terrible people."

"You should see what I write in my diary." Liam says with a straight face. "Show tunes and manipulating tac tics that get you out of your taxes?" Zayn asked. "Yes exactly."

"Barbaric. Truly." I stand up dusting off my jeans before jumping onto the couch. "We have to go and find some guy that- I don't remember but he did something."

"Have fun." Harry faints on top of me. Mumbling something against my chest. "Sorry I don't speak complete and utter moron, what did you say?"

"I said, you're really warm I want to hide in your shirt." I could feel his eyelashes against my chest it was tickling me. "No, you're freezing just get a blanket."

"Ugh. You suck." Throwing the blanket over us both he lays back down, kissing my cheek.

"If I fall asleep you have to fall asleep. Because I don't want to be moved. Please don't move me. What are you watching?"

"I don't know. Harry you're not the lightest of people my love." He chuckles. "You said that was a good thing."

"It is, it's good, you're fine you're just. Not light." He rests his hands on my chest, his cheek squashed into the back of them. "What are you watching?"

"Harry I don't know I just said that." He started clicking his teeth, humming god knows what before asking me again. "What are you watching?"

"For fuck sake Harry. I don't know, what do you want to watch." He giggles. "I'll show you."

"I swear to god if you put spiderman on again I'll kill you," He was giggling like a school girl. "Harry I'm serious, do not." He did it anyway.

He covers over my eyes, it was pointless.

I could hear the music.

He pulls his hand down laughing already. "It's the deadpool episode." He whispers. "How do you just know which episode it is? That's crazy."

"Would you be deadpool or spiderman?" He looks up at me. "What kind of question is that?"

"A very important one that determines whether I stay or not, answer." He holds the microphone close to my mouth. "I don't know. Your favourites spiderman right?"

He nods with a childish smile. "Deadpool then."

"That makes sense. You have no emotional capacity, no moral compass and everything you say just ends with a crude joke or somebody dying-" he gasps. "Or both."

He grabs my face turning me to face him. "You have the face, and the body." He smirks. "You just made it weird."

"That's my job. Hey if I asked you to-" I hold the remote over his mouth. "Do not ask me what you are about to ask me. I can assure the answer is no."

"What if I-" tapping his mouth with the remote he pushes it to the side. "Stop trying."

"Never!" He grabs my face, squashing his hands into my cheeks, kissing me over and over again until I eventually give in. "Okay okay get off me."

"You laughed." He sits up. Throwing his arms in the air. "Harry stop doing this."

"I won, Zayn owes me a twenty. Hey your cheeks are all red." Looking down at his hips I watch the cogs turn. "Oh. Oh— oops."

He moves back to where he was. Kissing along my neck. "I love your face." He mumbled like he'd drank. "You've said," He bites my neck with a smile. "Hey- woah, don't do that."

His thumb brushes over my cheek, he carried on. Completely ignoring me.

I'd ask again but I really wasn't sure I could get the words out. Kissing along my jaw before pulling himself up to face me.

His eyes half shut with his hand still over my face. "Bad idea." He nods. "Zayn would kill me." He laughs. "Didn't he buy this couch?"

"Zayn would kill us both." I push the hair from his face. "I'm gonna go." He clears his throat. Standing up from the couch. "Bye then?"