Behind Blue Eyes ~ Larry Stylinson

Introduction

Louis' POV

So If your wondering, my name is Louis Tomlinson, I am 21, and I'm a criminal. Now I bet your wondering , how did you become a criminal at such a young age? Well this is how my story goes.

*flashback*

"Why the fuck did you get me dragged into this shit Lou?" Zayn said, obviously pissed. "Who else am I gonna call. My mum?" I retorted sassily. Zayn just chuckled. "But seriously. Couldn't you handle this yourself? You did do this, Lou" I thought about that for a second. I always called on Zayn. No matter what. "Well, I couldn't handle it though, so I called you, coz I always call you. No matter what, remember" I said shooting a innocent looking glance at Zayn. "Don't give that innocent look Louis. Seeing what you just did." I could tell Zayn was getting pissed. He didn't want to apart of this. And I dragged him into it anyways. He can't back out now. And if he tries, I'll make sure he doesn't. "But Zayn, this wasn't my fault!" I tried to tell him. Even thought we both knew it was my fault. "Ok then, how is it not your fault?" Zayn said with an irritated tone. I opened my mouth to speak. But I had nothing to say. It was my fault. There was nothing to back me up. I looked done at my feet, feeling defeated by him. "But just tell me one thing," I nodded as a response, "Did you do this by accident?" He looked at me with a questioning look plastered on his face. I wanted to to say yes, but I don't like lying.

*End flashback*

So that, is how my story unfolds. 21 years old, and having someone's murder on your conscious. But that wasn't the end of my criminal acts. Oh, it was far from it. Me and Zayn had many more sprees. But surprisingly no one knew who it was. People started to call us 'The Doncaster Dodgers' seeing that we lived in Doncaster and we always managed to dodge the police. I was thankful of that. Because we were able to walk on the streets without the police being called. Zayn taught me to keep my emotions inside, and how not to break from the guilt. He always was the best at covering up. But that is only the beginning of what seems to be a life time of struggle.

Harry POV

So uh, my name is Harry Styles, I'm 19. I guess you could say I'm a normal teenage boy. But I'm not normal, in a way. I was known as the 'party boy'. But I changed my ways. I don't want to get back into that again. After I realised what I was doing, I just... Kind of changed, like something clicked. I went from a C-D average, to a B-A average in school. From having to sell myself on the street to girls, and guys just to have enough money to live, to having a good paying job. My life is starting to get back on track. But I'm going to share with you a part of my past.

*flashback*

I groaned as the morning light hit my face. I sat up holding my head. I had a killer headache. I sat up, taking in my surroundings. There were people passed out, drunk everywhere, cups and bottles littered the house, the highlights of the night before replayed in my mind. People were slowly getting up and leaving. Until there was only me, Niall, and whoever lived the the house. I walked out with Niall. We walked until I reached my street, we said our goodbyes, not really being in the mood for conversation. I walked up to my house, praying my parents were asleep. But of course they weren't. And they were mad. "HAROLD EDWARD STYLES." My mother yelled at me, making me cringe from my hangover. "WERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL NIGHT!" She yells again. "Mum, can we please have this conversation later? I have a massive headache, and I just wan-" I'm cut off by my mother yelling... Again. "NO, WE ARE HAVING THIS CONVERSATION NOW! I Can't have my son leaving, no SNEAKING, out of the house at all hours of the night to go to some party, only to come back in the morning hungover!" I just groaned, not wanting to have this conversation right this very second. I just ignore my mother screaming and my dad trying to calm her down, and telling her wait for me to get better. I locked my door, and headed into the bathroom. I needed to have a shower, I stunk of alcohol. I stripped down to only my boxers and looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't see Harry. I saw a boy, hung the fuck over, and looking pathetic and lost. I punched the mirror. Watching as it shattered around my fist, breaking into tiny fragments, never to be fixed. Right then and there I knew, that I needed to change my ways, if I ever wanted to do good in life.

So that was part of my past. I've changed, and I never want to go back.

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A/N

So this wasn't really a chapter. It was more of their backgrounds. I should have chapter 2 up tomorrow. So if you have any ideas, let me know :) so yeah. It's currently 12:30 AM and I'm writing this... No shame

Anyways enjoy guys :) <3

~T