Remember Me? [Larry Stylinson] - Sequel - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 40

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Chapter 40

Harry’s POV

“Coming!” Grimmy call out as the weight on the other side of the couch shifted, and I was jolted awake, yet again, from my dreamless sleep. But, this time, it wasn’t because of me; something was going on.

My lazy, sleep filled eyes peered around the room slowly, unable to register my surroundings. All I could see was it was still dark, the TV was still on, and Grimmy wasn’t beside me anymore.

 Suddenly, the sharp sound of an iced door being opened filled my ears, making my head turn to it. The back of the couch was somewhat covering the doorway, and my neck strained as I pulled myself up to get a better look.

“Where is he!?” I heard a frantic, yet soft voice exclaim as feet shuffled around me. I blinked a few times, trying desperately to match a face to the voice, as I heard Grimmy speak up again.

“On the couch, asleep. Why?”

My stomach dropped as soon as I heard his words. That person was looking for me.

I was about to speak up when body failed again, letting my back fall onto the couch. My eyes shut, and I slowly began to drift off again, forgetting the urge to even stay awake at all.

But, I was soon forced awake by the same unknown voice.

“Harry, c’mon wake up!” They pleaded, as my shoulder was shaken back and forth. My eye shot open after a few moments.

“What..” I moaned as my head turned towards the sound and I raised my hands up to my eyes, attempting to wipe the sleep out of them. Once I pulled away though, my breath hitched in my throat quite roughly. Now that I was a little more awake, my eyes could finally began to register the dark shadows of the face before me, ultimately allowing me to realize just who my disturber was.

Liam.

“Go away,” I whimpered breathlessly as I threw my arms before me, lightly pressing them to the cold material of his jacket. I ignored my failed attempt to act angry and shove him away, and began to focus on the rapid beating of his heart. He was terrified and even I knew it.

“No Harry, listen to me!” He cried, and I shook my head, pulling my hands away. Even through my weakened state, I remembered, very vividly, what he had done to me and I made myself promise that I wasn’t doing anything for him anymore. I attempted to roll back over.

“Harry please!” Liam begged as he placed both of his hands around me, pulling my to sit up.  My head rolled around heavily, adjusting to the new position. I was about to protest, and complain again, when a set of legs stepped up beside the crouching boy. 

“GOD DAMMIT HAZ LISTEN TO LIAM!” Grimmy ordered and I jumped, rather noticeably. His words knocked the immature thoughts clear out of my head, and made me focus on what was going on. Maybe I just wasn’t expecting him to jump in, I don’t know. 

“Grimmy I-”

“Shut up Haz, just go!”

“Go wher-”