Troubled Child (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 11

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Chapter 11:

Harry's POV

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

My heart is beating erratically. Though it sounds like a slow drum.

Beating away life.

I hear the blood rushing in my ears.

My breathing is coming out in short gasps.

I've done 4 fights so far. I've own them all but I have never done this many.

It's dangerous to do more than two.

But that's what I was craving.

Danger.

Adrenaline.

Physical pain to block out the pain of losing Louis.

Right now I'm walking, well limping, back to my original 'home.'

The alley.

The place I've spent so long at just staring...

Staring at the people who walk by happily, completely content with their lives.

The envy creeps up in my system as if I had never left the alley in the first place.

But I did. I left, went with Louis, and he showed me love. But I guess it was all some big joke to him. I was his charity case.

I get to the alley then collapse right then and there.

Thump...

Thump....

My heart is slowing. My eyes flutter closed and the last thing I remember is a broken voice calling my name and something wet hitting my face.

Then everything goes black.....

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Louis' POV

Why would Harry think such a thing?! I LOVE HIM! How dare he think that I would be ashamed of him!

I thought we were finally getting somewhere.... I thought he was starting to really learn to love me and trust me.

I just didn't want him to be harassed by everyone.

People in show business are so stuck up and complete assholes who only care about getting the most attention.

And don't even get me started on the paparazzi.

They would eat Hazza alive. MY Hazza!

I refuse to let that happen. But then again, I already hurt him. The betrayal in his eyes when I screamed breaks my heart every single time I relive it.

Since I left the studio, I've been at a bar drinking away my sorrows.

This is bullshit! I should be going after Harry!

Very tipsy, I stumble out of the bar and start wandering around the town. My feet blindly lead me to Harry's old alley and I see a slumped figure against the wall. A head of curls is peeking out and I can just barely make out the burn on his face.

"Harry!"

I scream then run over to him. It's safe to say I'm sober now. I crouch down and tears start rolling down my cheeks, a few landing on his now unmoving face.