Irrisistably Ill {A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction}

Irrisistably Ill: Chapter Two

A/N: Its summer time and all I'm doing is making Larry fanfics. This is normal, right? Nah, probably not but what ever. This goes out to my BFF Kelly from the USA because she's my favorite larry shipper friend. And oh yeah, she's the first ever reader of this. Kelly, I love you!~ Okay, now that my happy, preppy message is over, let's head over to the depressing Larry fanfic. (:

[That emoticon was so inappropriate right now. Sorry.]

As Harry strolled down yet another plain, dull and boring hallway, he couldn't help but think about the lad he had met a few minutes ago. Here he was walking towards his new room and practically new life and he has no clue where Louis was. The boy could handle himself and Harry had no proper right to meddle but he couldn't help but worry. The facility he was going to was apparently the "nice" side of the Manchester Institution for Troubled Youth. Louis on the other hand was going to the tough and "bad" side.

The younger lad sighed as he stood in front of the door of his home for the summer. Harry has no proper will in him to knock, to frightened as to what would be on the other side. He had no other choice in the matter so he just did it and soon enough, a chocolate brown haired boy was on the other side.

"Hello?" the boy croaked out a bit shyly.

Harry quickly understood on how scared he must be considering a stranger is now in front of his door. He wasn't wearing any of the required uniform yet. They were still gathering that and so the boy must be wondering who he was. He wasn't wearing a uniform fit for an employee or a patient so he quickly explained.

"Ah! Sorry to startle you. I'm Harry. I'm a new err... patient," Harry said with a hopeful smile and he reached out his hand to shake.

The other boy smiled grateful for the information. "Hello. I'm Liam. I'm a patient as well for the last uhm... month or two..."

"Well, Liam, I guess I'm your new roomate. Paul said so himself..." Harry shrugged.

Liam's face brightened up. "Irine sent you?"

"Huh?" Harry's face was full of shock at the sudden mention of the name.

Liam hurriedly but still gently pulled Harry into the room. Inside was just two white beds which looked awfully neat and clean. There was also a table and two chairs and a deck of cards on top of the table. It was yet another plain scenario to see here in the institution but he didn't mind. The beds looked somehow comfortable either way.

"Irine?" Liam furrowed his brows. "You know her?"

"The lady behind the desk. Yes. She's nice to me... said she wanted to help me..."

Liam's face broke into a huge grin. "Thank God! You see, Irine has been tending to my needs since we were friends ever since kindergarten and she always told me she'd only give me a roomate who seemed fit and well, knowledgable."

"I see," Harry beamed at the boy. "How old are you?"

"Twenty but twenty-one on August," Liam said. "You, Harry?"

"Ah. I'm eighteen," Harry shrugged off his dark green cardigan once more for the room was somehow hot for his liking. "Since when have you been here?"

"Been here for the past couple of months... Stop school a bit because of my problem..." Liam shrugged.

He pulled the white sleeve to reveal similar cuts to those that Harry has. Liam didn't want to scare him away considering he was his first roomate but he had to know. Besides, it wasn't going to be a secret for long anyways.

Harry stared a bit at Liam's arm. The cuts were almost the same to his. There was only one difference. Liam's were straight and the spacing between each seemed oddly equal. His on the other hand were carelessly made. He didn't bother looking as to what direction the blade would go but more on making himself feel it.

He wasn't fond of making Liam feel uncomfortable so he showed him his. Harry slightly winced when Liam was trailing his fingers lightly on his skin. Some where far too new to be touched and was greeted to by an apology by Liam. The mop of curls would shake and say he's fine and they talked about the times each one was made. Right there and then, a friendship was made.

On the contrary, Louis was now situated in front of his new room and it was far from plain. He could hear sounds of frustration and some yelps of pain. It was probably here where they placed those troubled with anger. The sounds wasn't what he minded but what was inside the door. A person could only imagine and he hated his imagination. It was what caused his downfall in the first place.

The black sando wearing lad knocked on the door thrice and barged in. He saw nothing other than a raven haired boy who was layin on his bed and smoking. The smoke from his cigarette flew up and the boy mindlessly looked up to where it would eventually go.

"Excuse me," Louis cleared his throat and the black haired lad looked up at him. "I'm your new roomate, Louis. Thought you'd know."

Louis placed himself on the bed in a sitting position with his new roomate looking at him bemused. Something that he had done bewildered the dark haired young man.

"Why are you looking at me so intently?" Louis asked as he eyed the boy across the room.

The guy simply replied, "I'm Zayn and you just shocked me s'all."

"Shocked you?" Louis was intrugued by what Zayn had just remarked upon.

Zayn shrugged as he finished his cigarette. "Most people 'round here aren't really the introduce-yourself-on-your-own-terms type of men so yeah..."

Louis smirked a bit. "Highly doubt you've had a decent conversation here now, do you?"

Zayn shook his head as he tousled his hair, revealing a golden streak. "Nah. Told you already. Most people don't even talk with their mouths but their fists."

"Ah,"

Realization hit Louis. Zayn had the same condition he is in. He probably had the same up bringing to the world of pain that he was introduced too. Not once, did he think people ever really went through what he did now he found one. Maybe they could be friends. He didn't know it but he actually just earned one.

The four of boys chatted away about random topics tha either would talk about. None of them was bored or even felt the slightest bit of that feeling. They all fely happy inside for once. Something they haven't experienced in a while and it was refreshing but Harry and Louis still had their minds a tad bit worried about the other. They'd shrug it off, knowing they'd meet again later on.

A/N: Two chapters in a day? I am the most productive person in the house and the most lazy at the same time. Haha. Okay, 'til the next chapter! How about you kik me? LOL. Nevermind the crazy young girl over here. I love you xox ~ Jules