I Hate You (Larry Stylinson MPREG)

Chapter 31: Why do you make me so happy?

As I took a step closer to the guy, he thrashed the knife at me, with my quick reflexes I dodged him. Then, with literally only one hand, I swiftly hit his arm and grabbed his wrist tightly. The guy started groaning in pain from my tight hold on him.

"Drop the knife," I said, crushing his wrist in my hand.

He groaned again, then reluctantly dropped the knife.

"Good boy," I cooed and kicked the knife away from us.

"Please, let go," the guy begged pathetically.

"Okay," I decided to let go because either way this asshole was going to die.

"Thank you," he said as he clutched his arm to his chest.

"Now, I want you to apologize to my beloved over there."

"I'm not apologizing to that fucking slutty ass twink, he fucking wanted to suck my cock! Didn't you, baby?" This sick fuck said while licking his lips and looking at Louis hungrily.

I literally burst out laughing. This guy really has a death wish. He must be suicidal.

"Okay, I'm done talking," I said after I stopped laughing. "It's time for you to go."

"The fuck are you on mate? I'm out of here," he said and started walking past me and headed towards the closed restroom door.

"Not so fast," I grabbed his shoulder to stop him, then pushed him back.

"Don't fucking touch me!" He said as he pushed my hand off of his shoulder.

"Oh, but it's okay for you to touch my boyfriend. You sick fuck."

"Go to hell!" He took me by surprise by punching me in the jaw.

Once again I double over with laughter. I probably look so crazy right now. His puny punch honestly didn't hurt. I just felt pressure on my face. I swear drugs make me feel even more inhuman than I already feel while sober. If I jumped off the top of a high rise building right now I know I'll live.

"I kind of liked that! Do it again!" I said with a wide smile on my face.

"What the fuck? Are you insane or something?" The guy looked at me with utter confusion.

"I said do it again! Hit me!" I said with a crazed look.

The guy tries to punch me again, but this time I catch his fist in my hand and bend his arm back. He yelps in pain which only makes my crazy ass smile harder.

"You're breaking my arm!" He shouts and groans in pain.

"No I'm not," I chuckle, "this is what it feels like to break your arm," I smirk, then bend his arm back, hearing it crunch and crack. Then, I decide to knee him in the gut, making him bend over and hold his stomach with the arm that I didn't break. This position gives me the perfect opportunity to push him down onto the floor.

Now what happened next, I really couldn't exactly tell you because I sort of blacked out. All I know is I'm repeatedly kicking and punching the fuck out of the guy. All I hear are my grunts and his weak ass pleas for me to give him mercy. I hear the sound of his bones breaking and blood splattering on the floor and walls. Red. All I see is red. Red, red, red. So much red.

"Harry! Harry stop you're going to kill him! Harry!" I hear the angelic voice of my love, but it's like I'm not really here right now. His voice sounded far away, like it was echoing through a tunnel. All I am focused on is beating the life out of this guy. The world around me has stopped until I feel satisfied enough with the beating I'm giving him.

I know I said I don't kill, but I don't think I want to stop. I don't think I can. The scene I walked in on moments ago keeps playing in my mind, making me feel angrier and angrier. The image of Louis crying with a knife to his neck is fueling me to end this guy's life. I hear Louis shouting at me to stop but I ignore him and continue with my assault. I suddenly feel a hand rest on my shoulder and attempt to pull me off of the guy.