⚓Sad Larry Stylinson Imagines⚓

Never Forget Me

Warning: Contains mild violence, swearing, suicide of major character.

Song while writing: One Direction - Little Things

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"I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU!" Harry roared, storming into the  bedroom. Louis was sat on their bed on his laptop, looking perplexed and scared when he acknowledged Harry's unnecessarily livid tone.

"W-What did I do?" He squeaked, closing the lid of his computer and scooting to the edge of the bed. Harry violently shoved a newspaper into Louis' hands, and Louis looked at the front page and headline with furrowed eyebrows and a thudding heart.

'ONE DIRECTION'S LOUIS TOMLINSON ENJOYS PASSIONATE EVENING WITH BEST MATE: STAN'.

Louis' eyes basically popped from his skull and he stood to his feet, dropping the newspaper.

"Harry, I promise it isn't what it looks like..."

"THEN WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?! HOW CAN YOU FUCKING EXPLAIN YOURSELF?!" Harry demanded, moving up to Louis so he stood tall and dominant before him.

"W-We were drunk! We didn't even do anything!" Louis' voice broke as he looked up at his boyfriend, whose eyes were virtually black with anger. "I'm sorry." Louis squeaked.

"I don't believe you." Harry growled, staring down at Louis with a disgusted glare that made Louis' heart break. Harry hated him. Louis knew that now Harry was angry, it would be almost impossible to calm him down again.

"I promise, Harry. Listen to me!" Louis begged in a sobbing, sorry tone. But Harry's anger soon turned to rage, and he grabbed the newspaper from where Louis had dropped it, scrunching it up with his large hands.

"YOU'RE TALKING SHIT, LOUIS!" He screamed, tossing the paper across the room. Louis was frightened - extremely frightened - as Harry stood before him.

"Harry, p-please believe me." Louis piped but Harry just stared down at him, pure anger filling his eyes.

"AND WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I?!" he demanded, pushing Louis' chest slightly. Louis' eyes clouded with tears as he stumbled back a bit, catching himself on the edge of the desk on his left.

"Harry... I love you!" Louis whimpered, but Harry wasn't convinced.

"WELL IF YOU LOVED ME THEN YOU'D FUCKING RESPECT ME!" Harry backed Louis towards the wall. "AND STAY WITH ME ALL THE TIME!" Louis was pressed against the wall as Harry stared down on him. "AND YOU'D MAKE TIME FOR ME INSTEAD OF THAT FUCKING PRICK, STAN!" He lost all control, slapping Louis with all of his strength across the face. Louis cried out in pain, falling to the floor, clutching his face.

Harry was breathing heavily above him into the silence, staring down as his dilated pupils slowly shrunk back to their original size. He realised what he had done.

"L-Louis, I'm sorry... I..." Louis cut him off by standing shakily to his feet, shoving Harry away and running into the ensuite bathroom, locking the door behind him. He slid down the door to the tiled flooring, tears flooding from his eyes as Harry desperately banged on the door.

"Louis, I didn't mean to do that... I'm so sorry, I completely lost control..." Harry apologised softly through the wood. Louis rocked slowly, ignoring Harry's words.

"Please?" Harry whispered, voice cracking at the end.

"Go away." Louis said flatly, placing his head in his knees. The last thing he heard was soft sobs before the crying got quieter, and then he heard a door slam. Louis inhaled slowly then exhaled into the still air. The only sound that he could hear was the subtle buzzing of the bathroom light and the occasional drip from the tap of the sink on his right. Harry had really let himself go this time. He had gotten angry before, but never this angry; never angry enough to actually physically hurt Louis.