27 Minutes -Larry Stylinson-

Unimaginable.

I'm YorkshirePerrie. All credits go to Happinessintime for she is the person who wrote this book. I'll try to update weekly so it can be open to fully read for everyone soon.

For those new to this book and get confused on how the story goes; pay attention to what year the chapter starts with because everything below 2013 is a flashback

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Harry's POV.

Monday July 15th, 2013 7:45 p.m.

I stumble into the doorway of my apartment, lips locked onto a beautiful girl. Not a girl that I can remember the name of but beautiful non the less. Blonde, tan with a body to die for, it was all I could do to keep my mouth from dropping open.

I didn't notice or take in my surroundings as I kicked the door shut and pushed the beautiful girl in my arms against the wall. I kissed her with all I could considering I was already drunk and it wasn't even 8 p.m. But this was my usual routine. On some days I just wanted to let got or to get away from the pressing things of everyday life. I would find someone to put in my bed. It wasn't an every night thing but tonight it was needed.

It all started with that stupid party our label had thrown for us today. It was an anniversary party for the boys and I on how long our group had been together. All the big names of the label were there and they didn't mind that all of us tried to let loose. Sadly they didn't realize that for us to let loose is nearly impossible, especially when they were there. The hairs on our necks always stood when they were around. Afraid they would tell us we were doing something wrong or threaten us. It wouldn't be a new thing if they did, but still not something I like to enjoy.

It was an afternoon of drinks and bullshit. Talk about the upcoming record later this year, our current tour and everything happening with us now. Boring discussion after boring discussion. I had just wanted to escape all night but couldn't imagine the lecture I'd get for that one. So instead I started drinking it away. Something that was a usual for me but not something to worry about. I was just so sick and tired of hearing the same old things:

"To close Mr. Styles."

"Watch where you're looking Mr. Styles."

"Do we need to have the discussion again Mr. Styles?"

They never stopped, so I drowned them out. Although they never minded because with my head spinning from drinks they could make me do whatever they want. Including the girl in my arms now.

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Two hours, a quick fuck and a door slammed later I was finally alone.

My head was still spinning from the alcohol consumed earlier and I wasn't ready for the haze to end. I stumbled down to the kitchen and found a bottle of Jack in the cupboards. I kept it stock in case of times like these. I grabbed a can of coke and mixed it with the Jack into a small glass. Leaning my back against the counter I sighed in relief as the cool liquid made its way down my throat.

Another night alone, great.

I hated feeling this way; dark, alone and depressed. But it seemed to be the only emotions I could feel lately. I was a cold person, never letting anyone in and never letting those already there out. But tonight was different, tonight I was angry.

Hurt and angry. Two emotions I don't let myself feel very often but when they're shoved in your face what can you do?

It took everything in me to keep my cool today. My attitude showed I was not happy but I couldn't be.. and I haven't been.