Stockholm Syndrome // Larry c.s

TWELVE

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Biting my nails had never felt more nerve racking than at this moment. I heard Harry cry throughout the night in his room, but I did nothing. I knew I had fractured his arm, but what was I supposed to do? Take him to the hospital?

I grabbed my camera and looked through the footage, wondering if I should post the last bit.

I set it down carefully and looked out the window for a second. Harry was a very confusing person and maybe he did love me, but that didn't change anything.

I took a deep breath and grabbed it again, uploading the footage and editing it to where it looked staged. As it began to upload, my eyes began to water as it played over and over again as it did.

What was I doing? I was just as bad as him. No.. he was worse. He was doing it because he didn't want to love me. What fault did I have that he couldnt accept that?

Once it was finsihed I went to the kitchen where I had stocked up for at least a week, grabbing materials to make a sandwhich.

For some reason I found myself making two. Walking down the small hall with both in hand, opening the door to Harrys room. He looked up at me, tear stained eyes and ugly bruises on his arm and leg. "I made you something to eat."

"I don't want it."

"You have to eat." I said through gritted teeth.

"For what? So I can keep living so that you can torture me?"

"Just fucking eat before I regret even offering." Louis was setting it infront of him watching him intently, but Harry didn't move. "For fucks sakes eat."

"You know.. I liked it better when you didnt speak." Louis was punching his face, his nose bleeding almost on impact, the red substance trickling down to his lips.

"I hope you die fast cause I can't stand to fucking look at you."

"Really. Im glad were finally on the same page, you're so fucking ugly." Louis was scrunching up his face in anger.

"Watch it."

"What are you going to do about it, pal?" He smirked. Louis was taking a bite of his sandwich angrily and throwing it to the side and staring down at Harry as if he wanted to kill him, but then again he did.

He was leaving the room and slamming the door. Harry thought that he had gotten under his skin so much he couldn't stand to see him anymore, but then the door was slamming open and a gun at hand.

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👀 hehe . Sorry its short guys ! But i hope it keeps you on edge :p . Im working on a lengthy fic inspired by two ghosts and meet me in the hallway so watch out for it ! Pls x - also make sure to bring tissues cause its a sad one 😢 heres some words from it .

"IM DOING THIS FOR YOU!"

"NO , youre doing this for yourself."

"What?"

"Did it ever occur to you that youre only doing this because you wanna hide the fact that you might be gay?"