Louis' POV.
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"what did you draw, Louis?" Mrs Diana asked.
"A heart" A younger Louis said pointing at the red heart.
"That's very nice!" she exclaimed walking off to the next student.
Louis dropped his pink crayon and went grab the red one but all the crayons fell scattered on the floor.
Louis looked sadly up at the curly boy who knocked his crayons off the table. His eyes started to tear and his lower pouted lip wobbled.
"I'm very sowey" whispered the kid with green orbs.
"Someone pushed me.." He tried to explain.
Louis started to cry silently staring at the boy.
"I'm sowey" the kid whispered again kissing Louis' cheek. But Louis pushed him off and screamed with a high-pitched sound.
"HE RUINED MY HEART" Louis pointed to the now sad child in front of him.Mrs. Diana rushed over and took the 5 years-old curly infant away.
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Who was this child in my dream? Maybe if I try to wake myself-
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"Stay away from the kid with curly hair" a blue-eyed boy muttered in Louis' ear.
"Why?" Louis furrowed his eyebrows cutely.
"He wants to hurt you" was all what the youngster with black hair and blue eyes had said.
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Who are these people ?
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"RUN" the curly kid pushed Louis lightly in an encouraging manner.
"GET AWAY FROM ME" Louis screamed pushing the child to fall on his bum.
The boy stood back up and pushed Louis away roughly, but it was too late , the boy got attacked . The green-eyed boy was pushed by another kid on a sharp metal that caused a huge opening in his body. The boy was all soaked up with his blood.
Louis hated gore. He stood there shocked at the sight while screams filled his ear. He knew from that day, that he loathed the idea of blood.
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Who's that kid..?
Was I sleeping?
My questions got answered when I fluttered my eyes open. I glanced around and I noticed that I was in a hospital. I recognized Harry's presence so I squeezed his hand to assure him that I was awake.
I closed my eyes and sighed restlessly. A picture of Zayn drenched in his own blood flashed through my head.
It was my absolute enemy.
BLOOD
It was my worst nightmare.
"Blood" I whispered. My body started trembling from the thought of thick red gore as I tried leaning closer to Harry.
"Blood? What's wrong with blood?" Harry asked but it was already too much for me. I started crying and screaming. I wanted to rip my brain apart. I wanted to delete the picture from my head.
The doctor asked Harry to leave but I didn't want him to. I cried more because I wanted Harry to stay here with me. He just made me feel so safe.
Nurses rushed over to me, calmed me down and guided me through respiration.
My breathing started to steady and I was soon tranquil, or at least I looked like it.
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Anonymous •Larry Stylinson• (Boyxboy) //ON HOLD //
Fanfiction"Anonymous is who I became after you forgot me. Anonymous is who I am now a after you chose to erase me away. Anonymous is who I will be when I choose to leave again"
