better than that [larry stylinson] ✔️

" looking for the golden life "

"HARRY, it's time for you to take your medicine now," said the nurse quietly as she poked her head into the room, only to frown when she saw that Harry lay on the floor with his knees drawn up to his chest. "Harry? Are you having those lucid imaginations again? They are not real, sweetie. Repeat after me—"

"He's here." Harry replied bluntly, then flinched at the sound of the nurse's heels clicking toward him in a leisure manner; like with one wrong move, Harry would snap and freak out. "I don't wanna take them. He comes back when I do."

Despite his plea, the nurse put the two pills in his hand and held out a water, and Harry knew that there was no way he could get out of this. If he had the male nurse, he would give him the pills and leave without watching him swallow, but this one wasn't gullible. With reluctance, Harry took the pills and carefully sat them on his tongue, then, without water, he swallowed them whole.

"I'll be back to check on you." the nurse said, then she was gone again. Harry was alone with just his wicked thoughts and he despised it, because — he can hear it already — he can hear his laughter.

Harry sat on his bed with shaky legs and lay down on top of the bed, which felt like bricks underneath him. He told himself that he'd get used to it — he's been here for almost a year now (he lost count after his parents stopped calling to check in on him) — the more he thought of it as marshmallows, but he didn't.

Just as Harry closed his eyes to dream once more of what was his past, he felt a dip in the bed. As an immediate response, Harry pulled the covers he had over his head and clenched his eyes shut tighter as if ridding of a monster. He kept repeating to himself in his head that he would go away, that it was a just a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.

"Bonjour, mon ange. Did you miss me?"

Louis' voice sounds way thicker and haunting than the many other times he visited Harry, and it's because Harry refused to think of what he had done. He didn't believe that he actually murdered Louis, despite the memories Louis had been poisoning him with during each visit. "You're not--not real."

"Is that what they're telling you now?" Louis asked amusedly, and laughed when Harry flinched at the feeling of a hand on his leg. "I mean, they're partially correct. I'm not alive ; you killed me. But in — demonic — spirit, I am here. You, of all people, should know what happened."

Harry slowly removed the covers from his face to get a good look at Louis, who sat at the edge of his bed with his eyes faced toward the wall. Black wings peeked out of Louis' back sinisterly, and the tips of it stand, pointed in different directions. Louis felt his gaze and turned around, allowing black eyes to meet green, and Harry believed that his heart stopped.

Harry shook his head and looked away. "I don't. I didn't kill you. I'm not a murderer. I'm not. I'm not!"

Louis hummed and swayed his head from side-to-side at his words, like he had listened to a song rather than a defense. "I'm not a murderer. You've also said that you weren't crazy . . . but then thought that you've seen dead boys. After telling all of the evidence to you, you would've thought that you wouldn't be so — in denial. Not that it would've stopped me from hurting you and becoming a fallen angel . . ."

"Being a demon isn't half bad. I mean, I get certain privileges that others do not have. I mean," Louis laughed and raised his hand in Harry's direction, then clenched his fist. Harry began to choke, and he furiously scraped at whatever held him by his neck, but touched only air, "I can do this. Jesus fucking Christ didn't give me this kind of power. In fact, told me that I'd never become a guardian after I pushed you down the stairs and found out about how I really died."

Harry wheezed until Louis let his hold go, then tried desperately to inhale what he could.

"I wasn't supposed to go looking for answers — especially since I was claimed to be a soul at rest . . . but, curious me. Curious, curious Louis, who tried getting help from a fucking killer such as yourself. How could I have been so blind?" Louis inquired in shock as he stood up. "What have I ever done to you?"

"I didn't k—"

"I swear to God, if you keep repeating that, I will end you." Louis meant it. "I want you to think back on that day on your own. I've done too much of the work. Look me in the eye."

Harry didn't want to. He didn't want to believe that this was real, so his attention remained on the wall and his expression remained grim. It was only when Louis gripped his chin with inhumane strength that he looked into those black eyes; he tried to keep himself from having a vision due to the hypnotization of Louis' eyes, but he wasn't strong enough.

He was being pulled in.

"I want you to think about that day. Remember it. Engrave it in your mind. I want you to remember that day for the rest of your life." Louis whispered against Harry's lips so quietly that it almost was silent. "Remember the day you took my life."

Before Harry is pulled into the vision, the door to his room opened to reveal the nurse, who walked inside with a warm smile when she saw that Harry was back in bed. "I'm back, Harry. How do you feel?"

Louis had vanished. He no longer hovered above Harry's body with his hands balled up into fists, but Harry still couldn't help but breathe quickly, only to break out into a full panic attack a beat later. The nurse rushed over and dropped the tray she had been holding, shouting for a nurse as Harry screamed and kicked at the air.

He wasn't a murderer. He didn't kill Louis. Why would he?

NOTE: HAHAHHAHA BITCH

didnt see that coming did u

anyways, this story wont be too long !! it was originally supposed to be like a short story, so dont really expect it to go to like 40 chapters or anything <3 love youuuuu soo much thank you for all the comments in the last chapter, they're appreciated.