Insane (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

       As Harry drove away he couldn't stop himself from muttering and cursing underneath his breath. God damnit, he's going to change everything. Damn you Louis Tomlinson, he thought in his head. He stormed up the stairs leading to his apartment, slamming the door as he went inside. It hadn't even been twenty minutes since he had seen Louis and he was already regretting the decision.

       Ah shit, I told him 'bout the pills to... Harry glanced nervously at the half full bottle of pills sitting on the living room table.

       You should be taking those

       But I'm normal, I don't need pills

       Yes you do, your psychotic. You are crazy Harry, you are insane, mentally unwell.

       Harry rubbed his head, falling back on his couch, trying to make the voices inside his head go away. His jaw was clenched, small beads of sweat dripped down his neck, he was angry. The pills should help with that, but he wasn't taking the pills, he hasn't been taking the pills for a couple weeks. Harry felt like he didn't need to rely on them, this is who he was and he didn't want medication affecting that.

       But your dangerous when your not on your pills

       I'm not dangerous

       Tell that to the man you killed

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       The next day, Harry awoke on the couch in his living room. He grabbed his phone, immediately going to text Louis.

       You should just leave him now, your going to hurt him in the end anyways

       Maybe that's the point, to hurt him

       No Harry, you like him, a lot

       Harry debated putting down the phone but settled on sending him a quick good morning text. The text was responded to quickly, when Louis typed back a response in less than thirty second after receiving it.

After a few texts had been exchanged, Harry found himself asking Louis to go out with him once again.

You shouldn't have done that Harry

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Not more than a couple days later, Louis found himself going through the same routine with Harry. However, when he came home around midnight from his night with Harry, he found Niall sitting on his couch, awaiting Louis return.

"Um hey." Louis shot him a confused look.

"You weren't answering your phone and I wanted to see how things are with you and Harry, but I can see that they must be pretty good," Niall said while raising his eyebrows. Louis blushed, recalling the kiss he shared with Harry a few minutes before.

"Anyways, I didn't just come cause of that... I was wondering if I, uh, could stay the night? I kinda ran away."

"Oh my god! Of course you can stay but what happened?" Louis asked, feeling concerned for his friend.

"I took some money from my parents, without them knowing and uh we got in a huge argument 'bout it. But I've been thinking that I should probably find an apartment or something anyways, I mean I am twenty two!"

Louis winced, "sounds bad bro." Niall nodded and looked down. The two guys went to bed soon after their conversation, both falling into a deep slumber extremely quickly from exhaustion.

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       Niall was awoken by the sound of a doorbell and looked over at Louis who was still sleeping on the couch. Niall groaned as he stood up and dragged his half dead body to the door.

       "Where's Louis?" A demanding, annoyed voice immediately greeted Niall.

       "Ah you must be Harry, I've heard a lot about you. I'm Niall," he greeted with his hand out.

       "Cool, now where's Louis?" Harry asked impatiently,completely ignoring Niall's greeting.

       "Well, um, he's asleep right now. But can I leave a message for him?"

       "No. Just tell him I came by." With that Harry turned and walked away, but not without rolling his eyes. Niall closed the door in shock, he was surprised how rude he was.

        "Who was that?" Louis asked in a raspy, morning voice when he found Niall looking confused by the door.

       "That was Harry... He wanted to talk to you."

       "Hm ok, I'll stop by his place when I go to work."