SCREEN | Harry Styles ((DISCONTINUED))

14. Personal Slave

Sorry for not updating, but had a busy event that my school organised and I was volunteering for handling the event.

But now it's done (thank god) so I have holidays now since my school year has finally ended!

P.S. This chapter is quite short (sorry ^^;; )

Here's chapter: a glimpse of Louis and who's being the personal slave - what?!

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"Hey.... fucktard."

Edward's eyes widened in shock. There was only one person that called him that his whole life; and he knows exactly who it was. Edward gritted his teeth together, and clenched his fist tighter. "Lo-"

"FIGHT!"

The referee called out and before Edward could continue, the person in front of him threw a punch at him but he was able to dodge it. From then on Edward continued to effortlessly dodge every punch and kick that were aimed at him. He kept hesitating to fight back - but he knew he had to otherwise he'll lose and he hates losing.

Liam who stood beside the ring, watching his best-friend closely. He had already figured out the opponent just by the second he started moving in his stance. He also knows why Edward is hesitating to fight back - he knows it all so well.

"EDWARD! IGNORE IT, IGNORE THE PAST! FIGHT THE PAST!" He shouted out, encouraging his companion to fight back.

Edward took a quick glimpse at Liam at the side. He watched him, a small smirk start to creep onto his face. "Are you going to confess your love for me or something?!" Edward sarcastically retorted. Liam who only flipped him the middle finger.

"Stop being a wuss-puss fucktard - show me how the real Edward fights; just like in the old days." The man spoke, in a voice so reserved.

"You asked for it; I'll fight you back now... Louis." Edward was quick with his movements, he moved forward and pulled off the face mask to reveal an agitated Louis Tomlinson. His icy-blue eyes were filled with pure hatred - only for Edward.

Louis let out a small growl, "You know that I hate it whenever you try to look cool."

"You hate everything that I do.." Edward snapped back. "Now, let's finish this like gentlemen." They both got back to their stance. Their eyes not leaving each other's as they began circling around the ring.

"Me first.."

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Louis got out of his car before walking through the open gate of the cemetery. He entered the empty lot, walking down the path as he held the face mask tightly in his hand. He ignored the stinging pain on his left eye as his eyes wandered around, reading off different names that were engraved onto the gravestones when he passed by.

He got off the path and walked over the grass, up a hill to a particular gravestone. He eyed the gravestone that had, 'Daz Styles' written over it.

"Mr Styles, I wonder how life is up there?" He spoke softly before letting out a small smirk, he walked down two gravestones further to the left as he stopped at another gravestone.

He gently knocked onto the gravestone and puffed out a mouthful of smoke. "I'm here, shithead." Louis spoke - the tone he reserved was much more different than usual. It was soft and merciful - different to what he usually use.