Larry Stylinson Fanfictions

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What should I title this? Leave suggestions in the comments after you read it, please!

I have two more on the way, sorry it takes me so long to update these guys.... I have no excuse whatsoever other than pure laziness.

Thank you for waiting patiently, even though I am a complete bitch for not updating this any sooner.

WARNING: MAY CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT, MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM. DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERED EASILY OR IF UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THESE THINGS

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*Louis*

Blood dripped down my arm and onto the floor, the pain numbing everything else in my mind.

I press another cut into my skin, sighing as my thoughts drift away.

Green, cat-like eyes push through the fog that is my mind. I shake my head. That won't do. Time for another cut.

The eyes drift away again, and I sigh in contentment. Much better.

The front door opens and Harry's deep voice calls out, "Lou, I'm back!"

I fumble with the razor blade and quickly push it in my pocket.

"Lou?" Harry asks, his voice muffled by the bathroom door. "You in there?"

"Y-yeah," I say, praying he doesn't hear the false note in my voice. "Washing my hands." To prove my point, I turn on the faucet.

"Okay," he says, a little hesitantly. "After, can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, of course Hazz," I say, a bit surprised.

The next time he speaks, it sounds like he's smiling. "Thanks, Lou."

I smile to myself in the mirror and say, "No problem, Hazz."

When I get out of the bathroom, Harry's not in the hall. I walk to the living room to find him looking at my phone, eyes wide and body frozen with fear.

"Hazz?" I ask, a bit afraid.

He looks up, biting his lip. "Lou," he asks quietly, "what are these?"

He slowly walks over and shows me my phone. He'd finally found the pictures I take of my cuts after I cut.

I stand frozen, mouth dry. My eyes dart anywhere in the room but to Harry.

"Lou?"

My eyes snap back to him. He's staring at me pleadingly, his fingers cupping my chin. "Tell me why, Lou," he pleads. "Why would you do it?"

I stare into the wide green expanses that are his eyes and something inside of me snaps. I lean forward and press my lips to his, hearing his quiet gasp before he freezes. I keep moving my lips against his, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes as he doesn't respond.

I move to pull away, but his hands are suddenly on my waist and his lips are moving against mine, and he's pulling me closer to him and murmuring, "Finally," but I don't understand what he means.

My hands reach up to tangle in his hair, feeling the tears overflow on my cheeks. My eyes flutter shut, and my head tilts so I can kiss him deeper.

Harry pulls back and when I open my eyes, he's staring into them.

"That's why," I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut. "If you hate me, I understand."

Harry pulls me into his arms after a shocked gasp. "Lou, I could never hate you! I've.... I've actually been in love with you for a while."

I feel fresh tears overflow on my cheeks, and I sniffle quietly. Harry pulls back and wipes them away with his thumbs, whispering, "What's wrong, Lou?"