It's Like Screaming {1D, Larry Stylinson, Ziall}

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

•Harry's Pov•

Louis turned around, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone. I don't know when he's coming back. I don't even know if he's coming back.

All I do know is that right before he left, his heart broke. I could see it on his face. His eyes, the perfect shade of blue, were filled with heartbroken tears. Good. He deserved to have his heart broken. That's what he did to me, and guess what? He doesn't seem to give a shit about me or my feelings.

I sent off a quick text to Liam, quickly telling him to look at Louis' twitter. Didn't want the boys to have any surprises. Just because I'm pissed at Louis, doesn't mean I hate the boys.

I sigh internally though. Louis is probably going to tell them and they're going to yell at me. Say that I "overreacted". Whatever. I'm done. I'm done with everything. With Louis and his bullshit, with the boys and their stupid drama. I. Am just. DONE.

I can feel my broken heart being replaced with anger. No. Not anger. Pure red, hot Rage. Fine, Louis doesn't want to be my friend? I'm okay with that.

I can feel my heartbeat picking up, it's beating so fast, that in any other circumstance, I would be worried. But not now. It's like I'm being taken over by something angry, and mean. It's like my blood is burning through my veins, burning me.

I suddenly lose control of my body, my legs moving me across the room. Suddenly I'm standing in front of the full length mirror, and I almost gasp when I see my reflection. My normally warm green eyes are now bright, almost a neon green. That's not right?

I'm known for my eyes. My nice, warm, friendly eyes. Eyes that, when you look into them, you instantly feel better, no matter now bad everything is. Now they're not mine. They're mean. Cold. Empty.

I suddenly realize that Zayn has no idea that I'm moving into his place tomorrow. I take out my phone to call him, my hands shaking so bad that I drop it twice before closing my eyes and taking a few deep breaths.

Zayn picks up on the second ring, and I explain what happened. He seems fine with me moving in, but I hear something in the background. It's quite, but there's no mistaking it.

Someone is crying in the background. Soft, heart wrenching sobs. It's almost heartbreaking. Almost. But by the words mixed in with the sobs, I can tell it's Louis. Somehow, this makes me angrier. I hang up, throwing the phone on my bed softly and look back to my reflection.

I don't look like me. I look scary. Angry. Dangerous. A scowl plants itself on my face and my hands clench into fists so hard that my knuckles turn white. My scowl turns into a smirk, and my fist flies forward, shattering the mirror into tiny pieces, but more importantly, my reflection.

I go back to throwing all of my things into boxes and bags. Every now and then, I growl in frustration. Eventually I get all my stuff packed and ready. And hour later, my life with Louis is all packed away and in the trunk and backseat of my car.

"What now?" I say to myself, lounging on the couch. I take a look around the flat. This was my home for three years with Louis. Now I'm going to move in with Zayn. I almost tear up at the thought, but my dark side takes over again. I know. I laugh darkly and head over to Louis' room and shut the door behind me.

•2 Hours Later•

I walk out of Louis' room, dusting off my hands and mentally applauding myself. Now he'll never forget what he did to me. He'll never forget how much he hurt me. Never.

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•Louis' Pov•

The boys took me to the mall and we went shopping all day. Zayn got some black skinny jeans and some hair wax. Liam got a pair of Supras and stayed by my side while we followed Zayn around. He was constantly trying to get my mind off of Harry, but the green eyed boy was all I could think of. Everntually Liam gave up and told Zayn it's time to go home.

Walking back to the car, dark grey clouds covered to sun and it started to rain. As thunder rumbled, I smirked. The weather represents exactly how I feel.

Dark.

Cold.

Hurt.

On the drive home, Zayn sat in the back with me. His tattooed arm was around my shoulders and he was murmuring comforting words into my ear. Or at least, he was trying to be comforting. Eventually he also gave up and settled for playing with my hair while chatting with Liam.

When we finally pulled up to my flat, Liam looked back at me and Zayn with a worried expression.

"Lou?" He asked, his eyes searching mine carefully.

"Yeah Liam?" I pretended not to notice his searching gaze, and looked out the window instead.

"Do you want me and Zayn to come in with you...?"

I was about to refuse, when I looked into Zayn's eyes and saw that they mirrored Liam's concern. I sighed, and accepted. Might as well let them, or they might worry themselves to death.

We got out of Liam's car and the boys followed me up the steps and into my apartment.

I'm walking toward my room, when I realize the boys are still following me. They probably just want to make sure I get to bed okay? I never know with them.

Slowly, I turn the doorknob to my room, and open the door. I immediately freeze, and gasp loudly. Tears fill my eyes and run down my face in thick, fast streams.

I hear two separate gasps behind me, and a sob escapes my mouth. In an instant, Liam is on my right, and Zayn on my left. They both have matching expressions of shock, sadness, and anger.

On my walls were words. But as I looked closer, I realized it was just one word. Written over and over again. In different sizes and styles. I couldn't even see my wall anymore, that's how many times it was written.

BULLSHIT.

I took one step in my room and as I got a closer look, I broke. I felt two pairs of hands on me, trying to comfort me, but it was no use.

The words were written in blood. Dark, dripping blood. There was a large, bloody knife on my table, and a small puddle of the crimson liquid next to it.

But worst of all, on my bed, was Harry's bracelet. I bought it that last year, as I promise that we would be friends forever. It symbolized that, no matter how bad things got, no matter how often we fought, we would be friends forever.

Now, the gleaming silver was covered in blood.

Harry's blood.

Because of my mistake.

Because of Me.

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