Sedate The Mental //Larry Stylinson//

Chapter 8

*Louis*

I yawn and stretch, opening my eyes. The door bursts open and Kathy storms in. She frowns.

"Where did you get that?"

"W-What?" I stammer.

"The blanket and pillow." Her frown deepens. I suddenly hear a thud. I look up to see Harry on the ceiling. He jumps down and rips the blanket and pillow away. They disappear. Kathy's eyes widen, and Harry winks at me, so I try to play along.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I shake my head. "I don't have a blanket or pillow." Kathy's jaw drops, and then she sprints out of the room.

Harry jumps down and walks over to me. Instead of flinching away, I smile.

"Thank you." I say shyly. He smiles and sits down next to me.

"You're welcome." He suddenly startles me by leaning in towards me. He pins me against the wall, and presses his chest against mine. I just blink, shocked.

"W-Wha-"

"Shhhh." He shushes me. "I won't hurt you, I promise. And yes, you can trust me. I'm just really bipolar..."

"Me too." I whisper. He tilts my chin up with his cold hand. I shiver but I don't back away. He smiles.

"We have so much in common." He muses.

"Does this mean that you'll spare me?" I whimper. He sighs.

"Louis, I don't want to kill you. The demons do." He says with a sigh. "And they are inside of me. The ones that turned me before I died." I look away, feeling my body start to shake. Harry wraps his arms around me.

"Will they hurt me?"

"Not if I can help it." He pauses for a moment. "I did want to kill you at first, but then I got to know you and..."

"And what?" I whisper, daring to look on his sparkling green eyes, no longer black. (Phew!)

"That's not important." I frown. "Now, I have some business to take care of."

"No! Don't go." I beg. He chuckles.

"Lou, I'll come back. I'll always come back." He smiles, before disappearing.

Lou.

He called me Lou!

Then something hits me. Is he gay, or is he joking? I suddenly don't feel too happy anymore.

~

Waiting for Harry took forever. In fact, it took days. A week. But still, he didn't come.

I bite my lip. Did he lie? Is ever going to come back? I look down sadly. Probably not.

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*Harry*

I leave the note on his desk. A threat.

*Vimpar*

I walk into my desk, limping from my leg. There's something on my desk.

A note.

I pick it up and carefully look it over. My eyes widen. It says;

Dear Vimpy,

I know what you're planning. The window was a warning. You touch my Louis, and I'll ruin you. You better watch your back, before I end you. You should have known that I would come back alive and haunt you. And you make fun of the mental? You're mental now too. I want you to know that I am not afraid to kill you. My threat still stands, and always will. I will see you again soon. >:D

-H

It's Styles.

He's back.

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~Nia~ :D