Monster. (Larry Stylinson)

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L O U I S

The next morning, it took me a while to figure out where I was. I turned, slowly pushing myself to sit up as I rubbed my eyes with the backs of my hands.

When I spotted Harry, everything came rushing back to me. He was sitting with his back against his headboard, white headphones jammed in his ears. I expected to hear rock music pouring from the ear buds, but instead I heard soft, indie music.

Harry Styles actually had a decent music taste? Could've fooled me. The tattooed boy didn't notice me until I tripped up on my sheets while trying to stand up. Harry chuckled, pulling the earbuds from his ear.

"You okay, Lou?" Harry asked as I examined the scrape on my knee. I looked up to see another flash of concern in his green eyes.

"Yeah.. I'm fine." I quickly got up from the floor and gathered an outfit in my hands.

"Just making sure, angel," Harry responded in a gravely voice, causing me to freeze. Angel? I suddenly remembered the word being whispered into my ear while I drifted to sleep.

I shivered and pushed the thoughts from my head. He couldn't have just snuck in my bed and fucking spooned me. Who would do that? 'Harry fucking Styles,' my unwelcome conscience reminds me. Great.

I cursed at the time lit up on the screen of my phone as I walked into the bathroom and changed into a maroon t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and black and white vans. I grabbed the gel from the counter once more before whining. "Harold!"

Near two seconds later, Harry was pushing through the door. "What? What's wrong?" His wild eyes searched my body. "Are you okay?"

I felt heat spreading through my cheeks as I watched him. My small hand shakes the gel bottle in front of his face. "I can't do it..." I whined like a small child, causing Harry to chuckle and shake his head as he moved forward to grab the gel bottle.

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After sitting through the first long and agonizing lecture of many, I wandered the halls of the retired asylum. Yes, the place freaked me out, but the curiosity was building up inside of my stomach, and I was about to explode.

My feet travelled along the stone, my eyes roaming the walls. I came to a halt when I heard giggles and loud laughter. I followed the sound, but it immediately cut off when I stopped in front of a large, wooden door. Light was flowing from underneath the entrance, so I pushed it with my small hands. There was no light.

A dark figure was sat in the corner, its hands scraping at and sliding across the stone wall as if it was searching for something there. A gasp involuntarily passed my lips as I stepped backwards.

The figure snapped around, and I suddenly couldn't breathe.

The dark curly hair caught my attention first. I took in all of its features. Harry. It was Harry... But... Its eyes weren't Harry.

They were a deep black, and I was too lost in them to realize how quickly I was pressed against the wall.

The cold stone scraped against my lower back as my heart raced. Harry's large hands cupped my face, his thumb dragging across my jawline. His face was so close to mine that I could feel his hot breath against my lips.

And, fuck, I wanted to kiss him. No I didn't. What the hell, Louis? My thoughts were clouded when he kissed the corner of my mouth before pulling back.

I peered into his eyes, and green slowly flooded into them. Then he was gone.

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<So we finally met evil Harry. 😏
I am so sorry about not updating, but I'm back at it! I've become obsessed with this story again, and I have so many ideas! Thank you to the people who commented and helped me with starting this again. 💘

-bye bye bai>