Remember Me? [Larry Stylinson] - Sequel - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 60

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Chapter 60

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Harry's POV

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Louis' plead was instantly washed away as the large man's body made rough contact with the ground.

I stumbled into his crouched frame a bit - as my feet were moving faster than my mind could stop them - but I managed to grab a hold of the tree he was previously leaning on, so that I could steady myself.

He began to moan in pain, rolling over onto his side, as one of his hands was shakily brought up to his nose. I pried my eyes from him - completely ignoring the blood cascading out in between his fingers - and then feverishly scanned around for the expensive looking camera.

My anger only intensified when I laid eyes on it, sprawled out and lying upside down beside him.

Undeniably, I had no control over my movements now.

"I SAID DELETE THEM!" I bellowed as I jumped forward and snatched up the device - popping out the memory card and aggressively snapping it into two before carelessly tossing the parts behind me.

I then turned back towards him, towering over his crouched frame, before aggressively grabbing the collar of his worn-out grey jacket to pull his face closer to mine.

"NOW WAS THAT SO FUC-"

Suddenly a small hand was forcefully wrapped around my wrist, stopping my mind from spinning, and pulling me from the blur of rage.

My breathing immediately turned shallow, my limbs losing feeling, as my mouth hung open, eyeing the man as he laid practically lifeless before me.

His hands had fallen from his nose, leaving small amounts of blood to trail down his shirt, and his head was now back. His chest was still, and his eyes were shut. He looked entirely different from a few seconds ago.

The frantic shaking of my forearm shattered my thoughts.

"HARRY STOP! IS HE BREATHING?!" Louis gasped shakily, as my eyes darted over to him. His eyes were wide, and his knuckles white from the grip on my wrist.

My silence set Louis off again, cursing under his breath as he released my arm, pushing me backwards lightly, so that he could stumble frantically towards the man.

I hit the ground rather hard for already being bent over, and then stared at Louis as he tossed aside his crutches, and then placed his ear to the man's chest.

I tried to speak, but no sound would come out. I was simply left to around incredulously at the once peaceful park, hearing nothing but the sound of my violently beating heart.

I slowly placed my hand over my mouth.

what the hell did I just do

"I-I think you just knocked him out..." Louis mumbled finally, sighing in relief subtly, as he pulled away. But, by the permanent look of fear striking his features, I knew that the news didn't make the situation any less frantic.