Broken │Larry Stylinson│(MAJOR EDITING)

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I was sprawled out on my twin bed that I use to sleep in while I was a teenager. The bed isn't as comfy as the one I had back with Louis. Speaking of Louis, I wonder if Louis calmed down and what he's doing. I tossed and turned in bed and stared at the blue wallpaper that was slightly peeling at the bottom. I sat up on my bed and looked around the room.

"Honey? Are you awake?" Mom softly spoke. She opened the door slowly and looked at me. "You want to tell me what happend back there?"

I sighed and motioned for her to sit beside me. At first she didn't so she crossed her arms over her chest but gave in. She sat down right next to me and wrapped her arm around me. She pushed my hair back and pressed a kiss on my forehead. 

"I don't know. I'm just really tired of how things are going in my life. I had envisioned something different than how things were going." I spoke really softly. She began to run her hands through my hair and nodded. 

"I understand. How did you want things to go? What did you envision?" She asked curious to what my answer was. I tried to think of what I really wanted but Louis came to mind. I shook my head which caused her to stop playing with my hair. 

"Well, I had envisioned myself married? I don't know I want to be successful." She only nodded and listened to everything I was saying until Robin came in interrupting us.

"Anne, I'm getting hungry and the oven keeps beeping." He complained. She removed her arm from me and got up. 

"I'll be back honey, I'm glad you told me what's been happening lately." She hugged me then moved her hand to my wrist. She stared at the band aids and looked into my eyes. 

"Anne!" Robin yelled. Her mouth was wide open as she released a gasp. Crap.  My mind was racing with thoughts. Did she know? What is she thinking?

"Harry, tell me why there are band aides. Don't tell my it was a cat because you weren't near a cat yesterday. Are you hurting yourself?" She said trying to keep calm. My eyes were holding back tears as I thought of what I was going to say. I managed to loosen the grip she had on my hands and pulled them back and put them in my pockets. I looked at the ground ignoring her stare. 

"I-I" I began to stutter. Robin walked into the room interrupting us. I took this is my chance and walked past Robin and rushed down the stairs and out the door. I looked at my bare feet and began to walk down he cold sidewalk that had cracks in it.  

My heart was still beating really fast and I had to calm down. I looked at the band aides that covered the cuts I made yesterday. I really had to put a band aide and make it very noticeable.  I was almost at the end the of street when I heard my mom scream my name telling me to come back. 

I ignored it and walked to the nearest bar. I hope they don't question my bare feet or my bed head because this isn't the time. 

"Harry? Is that you?" The voice sounded somewhat familiar but nothing clicked. I looked at the tall girl with a blonde bob and skimpy clothes. "It's me Tracy"

"Oh Yeah, Tracy from.... high school?" I played along. She laughed and the shook her head. 

"No silly, we were neighbors. I dropped out of high school early and now I'm a waitress at a shitty bar." She turned serious. 

"I'm sorry? Listen, I need a drink. Maybe the whole bottle." I told her. She nodded and took a seat on a bar stool and waited for her to serve me. She came back with a bottle of whisky and a glass cup. She began to pour the liquid into the glass filling it. 

"I remember you with more of a squeaky voice the last time I saw you." I could tell she wanted to have a conversation with me but I honestly didn't want to talk.