Remember Me? [Larry Stylinson] - Sequel - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 28

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Hello everyone! How are you all? Hopefully well(:



Here's chapter 28! I hope you enjoy!



Bywe loves,





~Ashley .xx













***WARNING! SELF HARM LATER IN THE CHAPTER***



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Chapter 28





Harry's POV





I sighed; my fingers tracing the label of the half empty bottle. I watched as the clear liquid swished from side to side rapidly, in response to my touch. My eyes fell lazily away from the bottle, put then quickly returned as I craved more. Slowly, I wrapped my hand around the bottle and lifted it up from beside me; my arms straining just too even pick it up off of the hardwood floor which I was sitting on. I couldn't be bothered with the couch, the floor was closer. Plus, I was a bit wobbly... because I was pretty drunk.

As the smooth circular glass rim made contact with my quivering lips, I took another long sigh; the strong sent filling my nose quite intrusively. I gulped down another sip forcefully; the liquor burning my throat all the way down. But, I didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. I wished the harsh liquid would just burn my insides so bad that I couldn't feel my pain anymore. I wasn't even a big drinker. Yeah, maybe from time to time I would go out for a beer with the lads, but beer was pretty much all I enjoyed to drink. Let alone straight vodka. But, I deserved the pain that I was feeling. I had left Louis, three times now.

One; when I had attempted. Two; when I passed out on that stupid highway before I could get to him, and save him. And now three; when I let Liam trick me into leaving that stupid hospital without a fight. Louis was right there. So painfully close, and I was wheeled right by him. Who should I be more mad at? Liam or myself?

Myself.





"Shit." I cursed as a few drops of liquor fell from my mouth and onto the teal material of my hospital gown. I tossed the bottle aside quickly and then began to rub at the small stain. I stopped after my fingers ran over it; eyeing my odd clothing that I had still hadn't changed out of.



I groaned and the rose to my feet; my hands clawing at the wall for support. Once upright, I took a small step forward. The cool hardwood against my bare feet made me shiver. My tears and stuffed up nose racked heavily in my chest, making it harder and harder to breathe. I trekked on towards the opening of the hallway, and then jumped slightly when my foot was engulfed by an even colder puddle. My eyes then fell lazily to the floor once again; realizing what I had done. When I tossed the bottle away, it had tipped over and spilt out onto the floor.

"Oh well. I have more." I mumbled as I continued on again.

I stood in the mouth of the hallway; my eyes trailing up and down the long channel of darkness, and then back again. Do I really want to go down there? Of course you do Harry. You look like a goddamn girl. I then reached forward and clicked on the dim hallway light, so I wouldn't bump into something.

As I approached the set of doors at the end of the hall I stopped; squinting my eyes and placing my hand on my room's doorknob. The low hum of notes rang through my silenced ears rather loudly. It sounded like music.. and that it was coming from inside my room. Curiosity got the best of my weakened state, and with fear of the unknown set aside, I forced the door open quite quickly.

"WHO'S THER-"

I started, but I shut my mouth abruptly. There was nothing but darkness and the faint outlines of my unfamiliar furniture. My hand ran up the wall uneasily as I waited in silence; taking a few deep breaths. I was about to go and interrogate my own furniture for the previous noise. What the hell was that?





I am actually going insane.





God dammit.





Just forget it Harry.

I stepped into my room, ignoring the light switch; my eyes were pretty much adjusted to the darkness by now. My foot butted against a small pile of clothes, and I reached down to them. I didn't care what these articles were, it wasn't a dress. I pulled the dark wash jeans away from the dark tee and then proceeded to put them on; sliding the cool material up my legs and then over the hot skin of my stomach. I stopped when about half my stomach was covered, and eyed myself in the mirror above my dresser. Purples and blues sprinkled my chest. I groaned and then pulled my shirt all the way down; my cold fingers not helping either. I tossed the teal material away; somewhere in the darkness ahead of me.

All of a sudden the faint notes began again; forming into a very familiar sound. I stopped; fiddling around with my bunched up sleeve and listened. I swear I have heard this before. It was almost like a ringtone.. or a notification alar-

It was a notification alarm! It was my notification alarm. Coming from my phone.

I quickly rushed over to my dresser, and then slid my forearm along the top in one quick swoop; tossing all of the contents onto the floor. Each hit with a light thud, because it was mostly clothes, but one thing hit with a piercing cracking sound. My phone.



Sure enough it was, because the glowing screen light up most of my room and made my eyes almost sting. I fell to my knees and reached towards the light, taking it in my hands and sitting up against the dresser.



Twitter: Ding!

Twitter: Ding!

Twitter: Ding!



It was one after the other, and even dated all the way back to last night; the last time I had used my phone. ..just before Louis and I left for our anniversary surprise. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration, tears threatening to spill over again. I ran my hand up and down the length of my arm, cradling myself. When I ran over the rough... cross-hatched... ugly patches, my soft fingertips turned into harsh nails. My eyes saw red. I wanted to just rip the already damaged skin apart! It aggravated me to see the peach tone. I wanted to see red! And lots of it!



No Harry! What are you thinking?





I sighed. Maybe I am going insane.. I am arguing with myself. But.. I wanted to so bad.



Go ahead. Bathroom's right there.





My eyes bounced back and forth between the empty door way and my phone; tauntingly. All my better judgement had been thrown out the window. I was right; I could if I wanted too. No one was watching me. Why shouldn't I? It's a great idea. I deserve it.

No Harry! What would Liam say when he found out?



"He doesn't give a shit about me." I spat in return, as I pushed myself up from the floor and shoved my phone into my back pocket. I jogged over to the bathroom and shoved the door open rather roughly. My hands continued on; scrambling frantically to find my blade. Once I had tossed everything out of the drawer, I layed my eyes upon the tiny silver surface. The razor sharp surface. I snatched it up, and then yanked up my sleeve; falling against the cabinet doors and sliding down them.

By now the tears were pouring down my cheeks. Thoughts of Louis, and our mangled car, Liam, and even my own shaking hands, flashed in my mind faster than lightning. I placed the corner of the blade up to my skin, and then shut my eyes. Okay... one.. two..







But wait... what would Louis say?







And that's when it hit me; almost like Louis was standing right in front of me with his hands wrapped around mine; pulling the blade away. I could see his acute features, and tearful eyes. He wouldn't want me to do it. He would have probably slapped me right there and then for even thinking of it.

Desperate for a distraction, I leaned to one side and pulled out my phone again. The rings and dings continued on, but I ignored them. I went straight to my mentions, to see what all the commotion was about.



At Harry_styles: REALLY AGAIN HARRY? WHAT THE HELL!

At Harry_styles: So.. I guess refunds again..?


At Harry_styles: Are you okay?!


At Harry_styles: HARRRRRY







I squinted my eyes at the tiny screen and then attempted to wipe my tears away. What were they talking about..? Refunds? I pushed my thoughts away and scrolled.





At Harry_styles: THE TOURS CANCELED AGAIN? MY MOM IS GOING TO KILL ME! I BEGGED FOR THESE TICKETS!

At Harry_styles: What happened to you? did you get hurt?

At Harry_styles: HARRY!







Oh shit. Did management honestly cancel the tour again? No! The fans had just got One Direction back! How could I ever explain it to them? Or even apologize? I'm pathetic. I had just let down millions of fans, again. But, there was still a part of me that wondered who had announced it; and then I saw it.





Tweet from @onedirection:

Due to another event, the tour has been, unfortunately, postponed again. Please contact your ticket dealers. We will give more details tomorrow. IDHQ x

Tweeted at 7:10 pm




So five minutes ago. That's why I have millions of tweets coming in per second. My finger slowly trailed up the screen, leading my eyes into the reply section. My jaw dropped open in disgust instantly as I ran across the words of one reply tweet in particular.




At onedirection: When Louis dies, I call dibs on Harry! ahaha




Anger coursed through me, faster than ever. I didn't even bother checking the account username. The words burned into my mind, striking many soft spots all at once. Even if it was a sick joke, it hurt. I shoved Louis's saving image away, and the dragged the blade across my skin. Not thinking at all. Yet, I smiled in content as the blood dripped down into my palm; creating small drops around me.




"Oh sorry I can't make you happy love, I'll be dead too." I muttered as the blade was pulled across again, and again.











Heeey..



Sorry about that. Poor Harry :( Just to clear things up, all the phrases in italics, (Italics is slanted writing), are tweets okay? Like tweets sent to Harry! or in reply to the One Direction page. Hopefully that makes sense!

But, I hope you enjoyed it somehow! I'll hopefully update soon!(:



Bywe loves,



~Ashley .xx