They Called Us Larry Stylinson [BOOK 1]

Won't Stop 'Till It's Over

-Holy mother of cookies!! This is the last chapter! I can't believe it! I finished my first book and its all thanks to you guys and encouraging me to continue writing. Without you guys, I would have stopped writing a long time ago. So this one is dedicated to EVERY single one of you!! :D Enjoy!....and don't hate me.-

"Hello?"

"Are you alone, Blade?"

I gulped, and smiled at the boys, letting them know I was taking the call elsewhere. Once I was far enough away that the boys wouldn't hear me, I growled into the phone.

"Who is this and how do you know that name?"

"Oh, c'mon now. Did you forget an old friend that easily?"

"An old friend?" I asked, confused.

"Hmmm." He hummed. "Think about it long and hard, Louis. Wait, that is your REAL name, right?"

I scoffed and ignored his question as I began to think. An old friend? And one that knows that name? But there's only a handful of people who have ever known that name. And I made sure to get rid of them or at least pay them all off. Who in the world could there still be that would know that name and knows how to get ahold of me? Who in the hell would - fuck, no! There's no fucking way he's still around. He was sentence to life in prison! There's no way he could be calling! There's just no bloody way!

"No..." I breathed out.

"Ah," He said in satisfaction. "There you go, sunny boy. You're catching on."

"Ray? But...you're in..."

"Prison? Yeah, no."

"But I made sure...?"

"That I was in Prison? Yeah, crappy job, mate."

"But...that's impossible." This just doesn't make any sense. I saw him get taken away; with my own two eyes! And they put him in complete lock down. This...this is just impossible.

"Ah, but that is where you're wrong. I am the impossible, you know that better than anyone."

"But...?"

"Oh, that's a lot of but's, mate. You must really fancy them." He paused.  "Speaking of that, how's you're new 'friend'?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said, plainly.

"Oh, c'mon now, Louis. I know you better than anyone. I even know that you fancy him. Does the little whore know yet? Or do you watch him from afar? Just hoping that one day he'll just jump into your arms and confess his undying love to you."

"Shut up! Just shut up! You don't know what you're talking about." I growled, trying my hardest to keep my voice down, but failing.

"Oh, but I do, Louis. I know exactly what I'm talking about. I know how much you crave that boy. I know how much you want him, but you know you can't have him. I know how even the smallest things he does or says makes you fall head over heals. I even know how many times you've had a wet dream about the poor boy. You're love for him is quiet obvious, my friend."

"I am not your friend." I huffed. "And it has nothing to do with you."

"And that's where you're wrong again. You see, it has everything to do with me."

"How so?"

"Because when you sent me to prison, you pissed off a lot of people. including myself, and your little whore friend is just the beginning of my plan."