Troubled Child (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 10

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-Piano
-Cello
-Outside of school orchestra
-Studying
-homework
-housework
-teaching mentally disabled kids to play soccer
-and finally, not neglecting the few friends I have.


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Chapter 10:




Harry's POV



"Don't let me!

Don't let me!

Don't let me go!

Cause I'm tired of feeling alone.

Don't let me!

Don't! Let! Me! Go!


Cause I'm tired of sleeping alone..."


The piano fades out and I let out a breath as I finish recording. I've been working on the song since the night I agreed to record for Louis. Today was my first day to be in the actual recording studio. My nerves are eating me up alive. I'm surprised my voice didn't tremble like my body was before I started singing.

Louis reassured me that I would do great but that lingering doubt never faded. But he of course, was right. When I started singing, I poured my heart and soul into that song. Letting all the anguish and terror of losing Louis and being beaten again flow through me and into the lyrics. Each word more powerful than the last.


"Great job Harry lets take a five."

I look up and give Louis a half hearted smile when he said that. I set the headphones down and walk to him, sitting in his lap and sighing softly when his arms snake around my waist.

His hands grip my own and he starts soothingly stroking small circles in my palms with his thumbs.

"You're voice startles me with its raw emotion and power every single time I hear it. It's so heartbreakingly beautiful." He whispers, pressing feather light kisses to my neck. I can't help but slump back completely against him and let my eyes flutter closed; nothing but a grunt of acknowledgement escapes my lips.

I have never been so relaxed in my entire life. But Louis promised to protect me and I believe him. He's the only one who I can trust.

He is my lifeline.

When I first entered the studio, I was greeted by the smell of coffee and desperation. Wow they really needed new people. The place was bustling with people including some celebrities. I met one who was actually really nice. He says he's part of a band.

I think his name was Ashton. He's a drummer. Seems like a nice lad, but he hasn't really seen me yet. Louis suggested I wear cover up to hide my scars. I honestly felt ashamed. I never his my scars. They are who I am. But if Louis says I should do it, then I won't be the one to argue with him.


"Haz. Haz. Hazzzzzz" I'm jostled out of my thoughts by Louis calling my name softly.

"Oh sorry.." I mumble sheepishly. He chuckles and just presses me closer. I feel his body heat radiate off him and I just curl up impossibly closer. He's just so warm and comfy!

"What were you thinking so hard about?" He asks, his lips pressed to the top if my head.

I sigh and chew on my bottom lip nervously. "I feel like you're ashamed of me... Ashamed of my scars. You say to keep them hidden in fear that people will hurt me and judge me because of it. But I've been through hell and back. I could handle it... But are you ashamed of them? Having a client so broken like I am?"

His face is full of shock and disbelief. Also a hint of anger.

"Harold Edward Styles." He says through gritted teeth. "How could you even THINK that I would be ashamed of you?! I took you in! I have done everything in my power to show you love and comfort and that not everyone is out to hurt you! I opened my heart and soul to you and just when I think we are making progress, we are back to square one! Well I'm tired of it. You are on the couch tonight."

And just like that, the warmth is gone. His voice held so much venom. His eyes were bright with pain and anger. He roughly shoves me off him and storms out of the recording studio. I can't help but flinch at the sound of the door slamming.

He's really gone.


Tears come to my eyes and I'm instantly out the door. I sneak passed the many working people and just sprint back to the one place that was safe. The one place that I didn't have to worry about people being part of my life and hurting me.


All I need is the physical pain. What Louis just did hurts worse than anything my dad could've done.

This was the pain of betrayal.


I run and run until I arrive at the club. I head to the basement and shake out my curls as I breathe in the terrible stench.

Blood, sweat, anger, and agony.


Welcome to the illegal fighting ring. I call it cage fighting. Basically the only rules are to not kill the opponent, and the first one unconscious loses.


I won't let that be me. I take a deep breath then step forward to the manager and speak with him about fighting. I wipe the cover up off and shake out my curls, letting my eyes return back to being desolate and cold just like they were before I met Louis.


"Alright! First fight of the night is the return champion Harry Styles! And his challenger, Andy Samuels. Remember the rules boys." We both nod then get in the cage. It gets locked behind us and I take a deep breath.


Let the fight begin.




*Sorry if it's short! It's really late at night where I am so yeah I need to get to sleep. I will update when I can my lovelies!!*