Broken Repair (Larry Stylinson)

Nightmares and Parties

"What the fuck have you done to your chest?" A voice shouts at me. His voice is far too familiar, and the usual shame runs through my body, and I turn. Jack? "Are you stupid? Answer me."

"Jack?" I question. I thought we weren't together. He huffs, crossing his arms.

"What do you mean 'Jack?'?" He asks, exasperated. I've pissed him off. I hate making him angry. He walks towards me and I back off.

"Sorry," I say, I always say sorry. "It's a tattoo."

He laughs spitefully.

"I know what it is, idiot," He spits. "Why have you ruined your chest?"

Ruined it? I loved these tattoos.

"I like these." I reply, quietly. He laughs. Don't laugh at me, please.

"You look horrible," He laughs. No, don't. "You've ruined yourself. Don't you care what I think?"

"Of course I do, I-," I try to say before he cuts me off.

"Shut up, Louis," He shouts and I know I'm in trouble. He never calls me Louis. "Don't fucking lie." I curl in on myself.

"I'm not lying," I barely whisper. He gets right in my face and I feel so small.

"You know what? I'm done," He says, and my heart shatters. "I can't do this anymore."

What? No! We've been together 3 years. What do you mean you can't...

"No," I cry out, trying to grab him but somehow I can't get a hold. He moves away. "No, no, no! I love you. Please don't do this." I shout.

He's not listening!

"No, you can't do this!" I desperately shout. "Don't go. You can't leave!"

This is torture. I'm sure he's already left me.

Suddenly, I'm roused awake, and unusual darkness surrounds me. I'm in somebody's arms, tears drenching my face.

"Louis," A voice calls. I hear a dreadful sob, and I realise it was me. "Louis, wake up."

Harry. I turn, looking at him, bewildered. Oh, God. Why is he here? Taking in the room, I realise I'm in his bed.

"Louis," He says, sounding relieved. He hugs me, and I take a second to feel comfort before I stiffen. That dream was the reason you don't let anyone in.

"No," I whimper and he loosens his hold. "Please, I can't. I can't." A fresh wave of tears get released.

"I can't just leave you like this, Lou," He coddles me, sounding upset.

"Please." I beg him. He moves onto his back, and I feel horribly cold. I have two options. Curl in on myself and torture Harry, or leave. Leave.

I push up, unable to ground myself in this room. How embarrassing. Having a meltdown in Harry's room. After having wild shower sex with Harry. I swing my legs out, noticing I'm still naked. A small sob leaves my chest. I have never been so humiliated in my life. I spot the jumper from yesterday, throwing it on in haste to try and cover some part of me.

"Louis," Harry says, and I flinch. "I'm sorry he hurt you."

I look round at him, he's sat up with his chest bare, eyes full of sadness. I don't move.

"It's not your fault," I manage, rubbing my eyes.

"No one should ever feel like this, Lou," He says. "It's not okay, whatever he did."