Love&Affection | Larry Stylinson

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Sorry I haven't been updating my mother made me go to work🙄

Harry Styles.

"Please? Please Harry, my kids are at home wondering where I am. I have to get back."

"Yikes." Swinging the knife over my hand I watched him scurry backwards. "Harry please."

"You know I'm actually good." I laughed watching him pleased for his life. "Harry!"

"Yeeess?" I turn slowly towards Riley. "You have a problem." She sighs. "Do not."  She nods with a smile. "You do."

"Whatever. You think he deserves to live? Hm? Is that what you're telling me? Plead and I might let you live." I gave him a smile.

"Nah I'm just joshin, Riley, any last words for the man with unrestrained arms?" She shrugs. "Say hello to my mother."

"Bye bitch!" Slicing his throat I watch him fall to the floor with a smile. "Jesus Christ."

"Oh I promise you that man is not going to see Jesus." I laughed. "Harry you need to actually fuck off. I'm getting sick of your shit."

"I haven't done anything. What the fuck man." Letting out a loud sigh I take a step back. Tripping over a small box. "Did you put that there?"

"No Harry. I literally just got here." She smacks her arms down by her side. "I don't believe you."

"If this was Liam in my place you would've. Stupid bitch. I'm so sick of being the only girl."

"Maybe if you hadn't brutally murdered my sister you wouldn't be." She stood frozen near the door. "You're a dick. You know that?"

"Mhm." Leaving the mess alone I start to make my way out to the street. "Where are you going?"

"To the hospital." She cocks her head to the side. "Me and Niall can take you."

"You know I'm actually good." She kisses her teeth. "Get in the god damn car Harry." She drags me away by my ear. "Ow- ow, I have sensitive skin you can't do this."

I hated Niall's car. It was small and I know they've fucked in this backseat. "Can I sit in the front." Riley shakes her head. "No."

"Bitch." Niall stares me down so I winked at him. "Freak."

"Let me sit in the front or I'll scream the entire time." Riley hums. "Louis has warned us multiple times. I do not care." Niall cries. "I care."

Smiling slowly I sit back in my seat staring at Niall through the mirror. "Please don't."

"Let me sit there." He turns to Riley. "Please?" She shakes her head. "No I'm not sitting in that seat. This is my seat."

Taking a deep breath in they both sit quietly as I screamed, it was hurting my throat. Puberty did not do me good with the screaming. "If you don't-"

I started to scream louder. Watching Riley glare at me. "Fine!"

Clearing my throat I take my seatbelt off opening the car door before he'd gotten to break. "Jesus Christ."

Sitting happily in the front seat I turn the radio over with a satisfied smile. "Stop that."

The drive was slow, it was fun they both hated me for the most part which was great. "He's in the same room?"

"Yeah." Making my way down the hallway I stopped at the door trying to keep myself together. Pushing the door open I watched the doctors both give me sympathy smiles.

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"Hey, wait you were there." I gave a smirk. "I was where?" The women asks. "You were in that club, the one with the dainty women, no?"

"Oohhh! Yeah no we're gonna go." Niall takes my hand. "You look so familiar. Like- uh, like a cat." I giggled, the alcohol was not doing me many favours. "Say goodbye."

"Goodbye. Hm? Wait-" tripping over my shoe I stumble back over to the women. "What are you- who are you?"

"Faye." I clear my throat. "And so when you-" I turn away, laughing like an idiot. "Sorry, forgot my words were- spoken- speaked? Ah, no that's- see now I'm just saying- these, things. Hey L-"

I took a breath in. Freezing where I was stood suddenly becoming uncomfortably aware of my surroundings. "Words, that's what I was looking for. So sorry, I have to go and steal something now before I drown myself in a tub of wine- tub? No, never mind."

Stumbling away down the room I watched Riley stand awkwardly at the sidelines.

"She had a face straight out a magazine..."

This wasn't the type of song I'd excepted to play tonight. "You okay?" My mouth started to dry up as my breathing quickly picked up pace.

"Yeah I need a drink." Stumbling down the hallway I felt my eyes start to burn.

Stopping against the wall holding onto my chest. "Hi stranger." My eyes close listening to the song trying to drown out the fake version of him that I'd had in my head.

"Come on, you know I'm your favourite. Can't get rid of me I'm like a bad smell."

My jaw was hurting from how much I'd clenched it. "I know you miss me. You always do, you're very clingy."

Smacking the side of my head with the palm of my hand I waited a few seconds. Opening my eyes finding him still stood there. A soft smile on his face. "Hi baby."

I couldn't have controlled this any longer than I had, every thing I'd backed up over the past few days had come flooding out like a fucking broken damn. "You're crying over me. How flattering."

"I'm not crying fuck off." Leah chuckles. "Yeah he's not crying. Come on he's clearly enjoying his time."

I didn't even get the time to apologise for all the years of shouting at her for nothing with any significant meaning. "I'm sorry Leah."

"Blah blah blah. This is a pity apology you're supposed to give those on my death bed not when I'm dead."

"You always have been a cryer haven't you Speedy." He laughs kneeling beside me.

Jumping up from the ground I wiped my tears standing as straight as I could. "Dad. What- what are you here? What happened?"

"Well, after- years of abuse and then passing that on to you then, doing drugs. I fixed myself and- now I'm here. To- uh, spend the rest of my life finding ways to make it up to you."

"Why?" His head tilts. "Because I owe you that much. Please."

"You ruined my life." He nods. "I'm sorry, Matty."