Identity || Larry Stylinson (A.U)

t h i r t y - f i v e

           

Harry's car pulls out of the driveway as I walk back into the house. Liam and Niall have already left an hour before Harry.

I run back down the corridor and throw myself onto my bed. My leg cramps a bit because I've been running around a little too much today without drinking enough water. A very dumb move.

I turn to my drawer and pull my phone off it, seeing another phone lying next to it. I furrow my eyebrows, looking over at it, realising that it's Harry's.

I quickly turn on my phone, texting Harry a quick 'You left your phone here,' but then I realise my mistake when his phone starts buzzing.

Wow, I am an idiot.

I decide that since everyone has left, I might as well text my anonymous friend.

I turn on kik and click his username, since I deleted our chat because it was using way too much of my phone space.

You: Merry Christmas!!!!!

A ding beside me scares me, when I realise it's Harry's phone. I decide not to touch it, since it must be personal.

Styles1993 doesn't reply for a few minutes, usually he would, so I decide to spam him.

You: HORTON

Harry's phone goes off again but I decide to ignore it again.

You: WAKE UP

His phone buzzes again and I get suspicious.

Maybe I should spam him and see if Harry's phone goes off too, before assuming things and scrolling through his maybe private texts.

You: HORTON

You: THIS

You: IS

You: A

You: TEST

You: Fuck

Every time I type in a text, Harry's notification tone goes off. I frown, walking over to his phone and checking the texts.

9 New Kik Messages From: stginhw69

My heart drops.

Harry was Horton? I told him everything. I told him absolutely fucking everything. We've been dating for 2 months and he didn't tell me. He knew it was me, I told him my full name, how I look like and everything. He kept the secret from me from the day we met, nearly 6 months ago.

6 months ago.

And he couldn't even tell me? He didn't grow the balls to tell me? He told me he loved me, did he lie about that too?

I told him everything and he kept his biggest secret from me. Did he think I would never find out?

I'm mad. Fuck that, I'm beyond mad. How else would I feel if someone who said they loved me kept this secret from me for so long?

I mean, I would be fine if he just told me. What else did he lie about? His love, that  he actually likes being around me, that he's not planning something against me? Was this all just some stupid ass prank?

I can't take it, so I take my anger out by punching the wall really hard. I know my knuckles are going to bruise tomorrow, but I don't care. I don't fucking care anymore.

A tear rolls down my cheek, followed by another and another, until I'm full out bawling my eyes out.

"How could you do this?" I talk to myself. "Was I not good enough?"

I take out my phone, deciding to text 'Horton' a huge paragraph for him to see tomorrow.

You: Hey Horton, how are you? Good? That's great? Well, so am I! I'm just fucking peachy, never felt better! Guess what! Harry loves me too! And guess what? I know you do too, because newsflash, you're the same person! Oh my god! Who would have guessed?! Did you think I would never find out, that you could keep it from me for the rest of your life? Because, fuck, I loved you so much, I was planning a future and everything with you, you were perfect. I don't know what to think anymore.

You: Why would you do it? What did you think? Oh, look at this poor vulnerable kid in my school, let's pretend. Let's fucking fake everything that ever happened. Who gives a fuck what he thinks, let's lie to him for 6 fucking months. And let's have a backup online! So we can know everything about how much he likes Harry and everything. What a great idea. I told you everything Harry, absolutely everything.

You: I must have been oblivious as fuck not to realise it already, you must have laughed at that fact. And to think, we were going to move in together, go to the same college. Remember how sad I was when I figured out you were on the other side of the college so we wouldn't see each other during the day? I'm so fucking glad for that now, because thank the heavens, I don't have to see your lying face again.

You: Just forget about everything, you had the chance for my love, but you blew it and you're not getting another. We're over, don't even try and come back to me, fuck off and never speak to me again.

I press send for the last message and throw my phone across the room. It hits the wall and the screen cracks as it falls to the floor, but I really don't care right now.

I don't fucking care anymore.

And with that, I forget about holding back any tears and just let them fall and fall, wondering if they ever will stop.

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this is the most emotional ive ever been writing a book ;-;