Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson)

Crumbling

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Chapter 29:

LOUIS

He walked away. How the hell did he find out? I turned to Niall and glared at him. "What the hell did you do!? What did you tell him?" I yelled at him as I walked closer to him. He backed away a bit with wide eyes and said "I didn't do anything! It was you who decided to not tell him where you were last night." He said.

"He didn't have to know." I replied. "Now, how did he find out?" Niall just looked at me in silence before he just shook his head and looked to the side with his arms crossed. I wasn't in the mood to deal with this. I was beyind pissed right now, and I could tell Niall was enjoying it.

"HOW THE HELL DID HE FIND OUT!?" I yelled, slamming my fist against the wall right by his face. He flinched and turned to me with wide eyes. He was obviously terrified of me, and I loved that fact. He needed to know that he should answer me when I ask a question.

"Louis, maybe you should just calm down a little and-"

"Shut the fuck up, Zayn!" I said, not even taking my eyes off of Niall. His blue eyes were staring right into mine with terror. "Now, I'll ask again, and you'll answer me. How. Did. Harry. Find. Out?" I asked between clenched teeth, trying to control my anger and not lash out on everyone here.

"He saw the news. They said they saw a man with brown hair and a tan coat." He said, looking down at what I was wearing. I cursed under my breath and pushed myself away from Niall so that I wouldn't hit him if I did lash out.

"You know, you brought this on yourself. I mean, you lied to Harry when he asked you where you were going. You lied to him when he asked you if everything was okay. You probably even lied to him about loving him." He said, hatred being clear in his voice. I already knew he despised me. It wasn't hard to tell. But that one little comment set me off.

"I DO FUCKING LOVE HARRY!" I said, quickly walking towards him, but Zayn caught me by my arm and pulled me back, Liam standing between us. I wanted to punch his fucking face in!

He glared at me as I glared at him, but I saw the true fear in his eyes. "You should stop being a cry baby over the fact that Harry just doesn't love you like you love him! Just be happy that he actually does love someone!" I said, knowing I hit home with Niall by the way that he growled at me, making Liam hold him back by his chest.

"He doesn't love you! You deluded him into thinking he does! That's why your so scared of losing him! Because you know very well that if he happened to leave, he probably wouldn't come back." He said, a smirk on his lips. I hated him. I fucking hated every little thing about him. He wasn't good enough for Harry, and he needed to know that.

"You know what, you're not even good enough for Harry. You're not good enough to be his friend, let alone anything above that. You're never happy or supportive to him, yet you think you're some fucking saint! You shouldn't even be around him!" I declared, but he bit right back at me.

"You're not good enough for him! You took him from his home, held his hostage for money, you even hurt him because we all heard that on the phone! And you have the nerve to tell me that I'm not good enough for him!?" He asked with such an angry face, but that wouldn't scare me. I still knew I could beat his ass up if I needed to.

"See?" I said with a small chuckle, and he looked a bit confused as to why I was laughing. "If you knew Harry like I did, you would know that he hated being at home alone. He hated the fact that people praised the ground he walked on because he was rich and good-looking. He hated himself. Before me." I said, trying my best not to cry at the thought of Harry breaking down and trying to hurt himself. He was too beautiful and kind for that. He was my whole world.