Comfortable Homosexual || Larry Stylinson || #WATTYS2016

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Hello, although Harry has passed, he isn't completely gone yet. He's invading thoughts and spolier alert: he's guilt tripping Liam because he lied, so now he's making him feel bad.

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'Why did you lie Liam?' A voice asked making Liam look around confused as to where sits coming from.

"Hello?" He asked putting the game controller down.

'Why did you Liam?' The voice asked once more.

"Is there anyone here?" He asked getting up and looking around himself.

They were all -except lucas- let go yesterday. He was found guilty of the murder of Harry Styles, and was sentenced to thirty years in prison for killing a minor. Liam was planning on visiting Louis today, and looked at the time to see that he had five more hours of visitors, so he might as well make his way over to him. Liam slowly walked over to the stairs and was about to go up them when he saw a figure sitting at the top of the stairs, elbows on their knees, and hands clasped in front of them. Liam furrowed his eyebrows and leaned forward trying to see who it is. He took a step closer, and another, and another, until he was about five steps from the person.

"Why Liam?" The figure asked.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" Liam asked pulled a switchblade out of his pocket.

"Put that away and I shall show you." The voice said, slowly standing up and walking closer and closer to Liam, passing by him and standing in the light at the bottom of the stairs.

Liam slowly turned around and gasped, falling on the step that are now behind him and placing a hand to his mouth gasping for air. He couldn't believe his eyes, he couldn't believe the moment. He just couldn't. There Harry was standing in front of him, long wavy hair, green eyes, and lanky frame right in front of him.

"How?" Liam questioned.

"I'm your conscience." Harry replied crossing his arms over his chest like he always did, and leaned against the wall behind him.

"What?"

"Liam, I ain't actually here. Get it? I'm in your head fucking with your guilt for fucking with my man. Why did you tell him that? You should have just told him I was dead, it would have been so much easier on the both of us." Harry exclaimed as he pushed himself from the wall and walked closer to Liam, throwing a punch but his hand never once touching Liam.

"Oh how I want to punch that pretty face of yours." Harry spat, pacing back and forth.