Comfortable Homosexual || Larry Stylinson || #WATTYS2016

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Its been a few days and Louis has only ever talked to Niall because he was the only one who told him as soon as he saw him. Louis still doesn't know it was Liam behind the texts, and doesn't know how Harry really died. He knows it was a bullshit answer when they said he fell down the steps at his house because his house doesn't have steps, but he let it go. He was cuddled up in his and Harry's favorite blanket sitting in the window, with his legs pulled up to his chest, and a large Peter Pan mug -custom made by Harry just for him- full of tea. He watched as the snowflakes fell, the children walked around in the snow with their parents, throwing the occasional snow ball.

"Louis, you can't sit there forever bud." Niall spoke.

"What do you supposed I do?" Louis whispered.

"How about we go ice skating?" Niall spoke with little enthusiasm, trying to seem happy for his friend.

Louis paused, gasping in air and feeling the tears fall down his face as he remembered how Harry taught him to ice skate last year. He smiled at the memory as Niall walked into the kitchen and fixed some ginger bread cookies. It was getting close to Louis birthday- about three weeks from now- and Niall was trying to get him a present. He didn't know what to get him, but when he looked over into the hallway and saw a picture of Lou and Harry hanging on the wall, he knew what he was going to get him.

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Louis finally got up off his butt and walked upstairs, sitting on the bed and going on his phone. No one has texted him in days, so when the message notification went off, he was scared shitless and dropped his phone, it sliding under the bed. He sighed and got up, getting down on the floor and reaching under the bed for his phone. He furrowed his eyebrows when his hand hit something large, like a box. He pulled it out from under the bed and opened it, gasping at what he saw. There was multiple blades, pictures, lighters, and letters. The pictures were of his wrists and thighs having cuts and burn marks on his skin. A hand flew over his mouth as he shakily grabbed the letters and opened them, afraid of what was to come.

Louis,

I hope to god you never find this and I have gotten rid of them because I feel better, but if you do find these I am so so so so so sorry. I never wanted to do this, but I couldn't take it anymore. Lucas, Nate, Rodney, Jackson, and Duke were just too much. There was a reason -well multiple- to why I did this, and I hope you understand why.

Lucas was always an evil person. He always did things to me that hurt me and that made me feel weak. He teased me about my weight, my hair, my skin tone, my face, and about you. He would always tell me that I was too fat for someone to love me, my face was too ugly for someone to look at, and my skin tone was too pasty for someone to even touch.