Death Is My Love (Larry Stylinson AU Killer!Louis) {Mpreg}

Chapter 6

Meh. I’m sorry I suck. I blame my fucked up life.

Since Friday I ship Lashton and I am more or less a fan of 5SOS. Because I can.

I also changed my bio because I didn’t like it and I do what I want.

Did you ever have a day like this … like, you’re angry, snapping at everything and every tiny thing annoys you? I had a day like that since Saturday. But, anyways, everything’s shit to you, but then your phone says you’ve got a WhatsApp message and you are like “What do you want!?” but then you see that it’s from the person who makes you smile every day, and you’re just like “Hi, Sunshine.” This is what I have. Everyone annoys me … but this one person always manages to make me smile, to calm me down, no matter how angry or down I am … and no matter how broken they are.

My shout out goes to this person, and if they read this, I know they’ll know it’s them. I love you, Sunshine.

Enough. Okay, so here.

Enjoy.

Harry sat smiling on the couch. He still couldn’t believe that Louis had managed to rent a room here under a name of some old celebrity who was already dead since god knows when.

Niall spent most time with Liam. Harry chuckled whenever Liam gave Niall heart eyes when the blonde boy wasn’t looking. Too cute.

Perrie and Zayn were close. Very close. They always cuddled when it was evening and the six of them would watch a movie.

Louis and Harry did the most stuff together. Harry thought that Louis wasn’t that bad … Louis was actually really sweet, had a cute laugh and everything. But he always remembered his hard voice and his cold eyes when he had killed the lady.

Louis was dangerous, no doubt. Harry assumed that Louis either had really heavy mood swings or was bipolar … or he just acted like that.

Harry knew that something had happened to Louis once. Because, Harry had found a picture of him and a girl, and when he had asked Louis about it, he looked like flipping. He had ripped the picture out of Harry’s hand and in a flash he had been outside.

Harry knew that Louis wasn’t like this from the start. Someone caused him this. And Harry was determined to find out what it was … more importantly, he wanted to fix Louis again.

So, here Harry sat, watching as his best friends fell in love with people who positively loved them back. And Harry was in love with someone who would probably never love him back. Why should he? Louis was perfect and Harry … Harry was nothing.

Later, Harry and Louis sat on the balcony and Harry still wondered how no-one recognized the three Tomlinson’s. They were known all over the UK, so why did nobody realize it was them when they checked into hotels or something? Weird world.

The sun was setting beautifully. The sky was a cold blue, as well as the clouds, but around the sun the sky was glowing orange and the underside of the clouds was also colored golden orange. It was beautiful. Or I’m just hopelessly romantic. Or both. Probably both.

“Quite the pretty dusk,” I said.

“Oh, please don’t tell me you’re one of those romantics,” Louis groaned playfully.

“Guilty.”

Louis shook his head. “Romantic isn’t even a real thing. Everyone has a different view of romantic. Or love.”

“What’s yours?” Harry asked.

“Tell me yours first, then I’ll tell you mine,” Louis said, but there was an edge in his voice that Harry couldn’t interpret.

“Uhm … I think love is quite beautiful … well, I think you can love several people, but you can only be in love with the one person. I also think that everyone has the “one” that is meant to be with them. And as long you don’t find them, you only love but you’re never in love. Love is beautiful.”

“No, it’s not,” Louis said. “Love breaks you, Harry. Love leaves nothing but broken hearts and tears and you need years to pick up the pieces and fix everything again. Love is shit! You think you found the “one”, you think you’re genuinely think you’re in love. But then there comes the truth and – surprise! – she’s cheating on you. And – bigger surprise! – she had been for several months. And before you even know it, you stand in front of her with a bleeding bullet hole through her chest that you caused. And you can’t stop afterwards! Love breaks you, Harry! Love breaks you …” His voice cracked at the last sentence.

“N-not every love is like that …” Harry tried.

“But most!” Louis replied.

The blue eyed boy stood up and walked towards the doors. As his hand lay on the handle, he turned around to look at Harry.

“Love brings nothing but pain, Harry. If you love someone and they don’t love you back. If you end up heartbroken because the relationship doesn’t work, no matter how much you put into it. I found my love in what I’m doing. I don’t need a person to love me. Only the death is my love.”

And with that, Louis left the balcony, leaving Harry alone outside where the curly haired boy broke down in tears. He knew it. Louis would never love him back no matter what he would do.

Louis didn’t come to Harry’s bed to say good night or cuddle with him this night, and it broke Harry’s heat. It was like Louis knew that Harry loved him and the killer was trying to prove his point.

Harry lay awake, tears streaming down his face. Sometimes, he thought to hear another person’s sobs through the door, but he assumed it was the echo of his own sobs.

He cried himself to sleep this night, pitying himself for falling in love with someone who was so far out of reach for Harry, and would never see how much Harry loved him … how much Harry could give him. But Louis was a killer, and Harry should’ve known that Louis only loved the death.

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Sorry that this is short.

Oopsie.

#sorrynotsorry I guess. Because this is my story and I do what I want.

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Kisses, Vic :*