Incredibly Loud, And Extremely Close (larry stylinson)

Hi! So I've written a few other fics before, but I finally think I'm getting the hang of this. Hope you guys like it!

Prologue

Harry POV

My mum always used to tell me weird stories about me from when I was little, and before I was born.

I remember, when I was around twelve, she just sat me down at a desk and said I was old enough to know what was up with me.

The first story she ever told me, was about how before I was born when she was pregnant with me.

She was hanging out with her friends on a normal afternoon in December, two months before I was born.

They were talking about things. Then suddenly, one of her friends Ronnie noticed a strange glow that was over her head. Everyone else noticed it too, and she told me that they all got so scared that they all went running out of the house.

The doctors saw the same thing on February 1st, 1994, when my mother had me. They thought it was probably because it was late at night, and they thought there eyes were playing tricks on them.

My mum said that the night before I was born, she had dreamed that a man had come to her door and said that she was going to have child, that was going to get very sick and then recover.

I got cancer when I was ten, almost died, and then recovered miraculously and unexpectedly when I was eleven.

My mum also told me a story about when I was three or four. I would talk to things that weren't even their. Of course she could have thought that it was just imaginary friends, but I remembered all those people being so real and vivid to me.

By the time I turned nine, she took me to a psychiatrist who couldn't do anything about it. I knew exactly who the people I spoke to were, and I knew they existed.

I don't talk to them very much anymore, but I know they exist.

I used to think I was supernatural or something, because it seemed like someone was trying really hard to keep me alive and happy. Whenever I needed anything, or even thought of it like stared at a wall for a long time, I would get it. If I got a cut it would heal the next day, no matter how big or small it was.

But then I started to have dreams, filled with angels, who gave me small tasks for things I needed to do, and I always did them.

Whenever people saw me or met me, they always said how important I was and how I'm going to do great things one day.

I am an angel.

Louis POV

Faggot

Nobody likes you

Kill yourself

Fat.

These are the words that the voice in my head keep on telling me. It never goes away. The voice.

Cut yourself

"No, go away." I cried. The voice was like a black hole, she wouldn't go away no matter how many times I tried to escape her.

It was always so loud.

It was even louder as the blade cut into my skin.

Deeper

You're worthless.

It seemed to scream now. I watch the blood seep out of my skin. The pain felt good, because as soon as I was hurting the voice would go away for a little while.

I sat in the corner of my room, with my knees drawn to my chest. All my thoughts were calmed now, but I knew they would return soon. I just wanted to kill the voice inside of my head.

But the only way to kill the voice, was to kill myself.