"Why's everybody so fucking sad." Nelly scoffs out a laugh. "Riley died." Harry choked out.
"What?" She turns to face me, still tied to the chair. "Riley died she uh, she was killed." Nelly scoffs. "You fucking killed her. You killed your best friends girlfriend."
"Leah shut the fuck up." Her ears push back in a flash. "What?"
"That's not what he said. Keep it out of your mouth." She turns away. Shaking her head with a smile. "You always were one for keeping pointless secrets. Your reading, his stupid fucking need to get angry at nothing."
"Leah shut up." She bobs her head from side to side. "I don't think so. How's that going anyway? The reading? Does he know? Cause if I'd found out I don't think I'd stay much longer."
"Nelly if you don't shut up I swear to god." The door closes leaving me with her alone. "I didn't even do anything he's being dramatic."
"What? Nelly you just fucking upset him what is wrong with you?" Her eyebrows knit together. "Why are you getting so angry?"
"Because you had no reason to do that. He didn't do anything wrong and you just fucking blurt out something he quite clearly doesn't want me to know what is wrong with you?"
"Getting angry. See, told you. Like father like son." I can't pretend I didn't hear it. But I can't react to it the way I wanted to. "You can say what you want about me but the second you bring him into this, you're nothing. I would've left you there if it wasn't for him. He loves you and you're treating him like shit."
"Not my fault." She snickers. "Something seriously fucking wrong with you Nelly and I'm not gonna feel sorry for you cause you had to deal with my fathers bullshit. Fucking get over yourself, it's pathetic."
She started down at the floor. "What? You wanted me to ask you what happened? Tell you it's fine? You can fuck right off cause the second you say shit to him you're done, we're done. I don't give a shit what happens to you anymore Nelly. What ever happens in there does not give you the right to treat him the way you did. Fucking get a grip."
Closing the door behind me I make my way around, finding him on the bedroom floor curled into his chest. "I can pretend I never heard it if that makes you feel better."
"You did hear it though." His eyes stuck to the wall beside him. "My love we all have our own things we don't say. I'm not gonna sit here and judge you for it. You never had the chance too and that's not your fault. She used it against you that's not fair either. Please don't be upset."
The tears were brimming over his waterlines. "Did you think I was going to do something?" He nods. "Oh, baby no. No this is not your fault. I can help you if you like- Nia was helping you. All those times that she was hidden with you. She was helping."
"I'm sorry I didn't trust you." I brush the hair from his eyes. "Don't be sorry. I'm glad you weren't alone in this. Do you think I could help you now that I know or do you just want to learn on your own accord?"
"I don't know. I can't, it's not doing anything, everything moves and it makes me angry." I lean back a little. 'Moves? You mean the letters? The words?"
"Yeah." He clears his throat. "Oh, well baby that's just dyslexia. I know it seems really bad and it's not the easiest to live with but it can be helped. We can take you to the doctors. Yeah?"
"The doctors?" I nod. "Mhm, yeah we can book an appointment and then they'll get back to us- sooner than usual because if they don't I'll kill them. But then we'll figure out what it is you need and we'll see where it goes. You're gonna be fine I promise."
Niall falls to the floor beside us. Harry was just staring at me like he was about to pass out. "You good?" His eyes close like he was drunk.
"Did you do something to your hair?" I scoff out a laugh. "Can you flirt with him after I'm out of the room."
"I wasn't flirting I just- he- Niall look at his hair."
Niall pushes himself up. "Oh yeah no it's pretty- um. I don't know how to say it respectfully." Harry pushes a piece to the side nod with a smile. "Mhm. What did you do?"
"I was- sweating?" He seemed so pleased by it too. It was weird. "You might wanna fix it before he starts drooling on the floor. He might even start biting."
Harry giggles, leaving me alone with Niall. "I hate you so much." I whispered. "Oh I bet."
"You should be lucky you're all sad and mopey or I'd hit you." He blows me a kiss.
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Harry heaves. "Oh god get over it man. Acting like this is the worst you've seen."
"Louis his insides are less mushy than his head!" I hold my hand I've this mouth. "Don't say mushy that's disgusting what is wrong with you. Disgusting."
"Really? So this is fine but the word mushy isn't? How about the word ooze-" I grab his head ready to snap his neck. "I would love to see you do it. Love to. You're a little bitch, a little bitch with feelings."
"I'd do it but I'd get no pleasure from it cause you'd enjoy it," He starts to smile at me like a freak. "Stop doing that."
"You're so cute. Cutie pie," I turn away smiling at his stupid fucking insults. "Oh I made you smile! That took me thirty seconds! Niall pay me you bitch!"
"Louis!" Niall whines. Stomping his feet at me like a child. "This is ridiculous."
"Ew, Louis you got blood on the couch." Harry's face fell into some weird pained glance, it was funny to watch. "That's your main worry?!"
"Yes? I like the whole messy Louis thing is really baffling but I'm liking the unhingedness of it. I know that's not a word but it still stands."
"Unlike this guy." I tap my bat over his head. "Louis you and this guy have a lot in common." Liam adds. "Why?"
"Neither of you have head."
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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...
