The Black Rose (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 11-

A/N - So all my exams are over and I've finally finished school which means I have time to update whenever I feel like it! I had writer's block for a little block but thanks to Danni M for helping me out with that and giving me ideas for this chapter...lots of love!!! Btw this chapter is a few nights later...

*Harry's POV*

"Hello?" My mind was completely blank and I had no idea where I was.

"Anyone here?" The room I was in looked exactly the same as my living room, with a few changes. The pictures on the walls had all gone and there was no trace of my family even living there. Strange.

As my eyes wondered, I heard a noise coming from upstairs. It sounded like shouting, but screaming too. Without even thinking, almost like a reflex, I darted up the stairs and followed the sound to my room. Opening the door, my eyes fell on an almost lifeless Louis lying on the floor, drenched in blood.

"Louis!" My entire body was on the floor in seconds, gently cupping the face of the boy I love.

"Harry-" his voice was croaky, almost like he was using up all his energy to complete his sentence, "-run! He's here!"

"Who Louis? Who's here? Who hurt you?" I was ready to kill whoever it was that did this to him.

Suddenly my entire body froze as a familiar voice sounded from the door behind me, "Well if it isn't my fag of a son, coming to save him little faggy boyfriend!"

My heart was in the pit of my stomach, leaving me unable to breathe. Nothing I could do would stop him from killing me, or even Louis.

The thought of him hurting Louis became too much as I used all my force to push down the man I once called father. But my force was nowhere near enough, and before I knew what was happening, I was on the floor staring at the ceiling, my vision blurred.

"Before I do anything to you" he spat, "I think I'll finish off this one first!"

"NO!" I aimed to scream but it came out in almost a whisper.

Before I could grab hold of his ankle to pull him back, he pulled out a knife and drove it straight through Louis' heart. Louis' once warm, blue eyes, now dangerously cold. Open but unseeing. My whole world had just crumbled at the sight that lay before me.

I had no intensions of moving for the rest of my life as I scrambled up towards Louis' lifeless body, hoping that he'd wake up. But he didn't.

My 'father' then took a dive for me, all that I saw was the end of a knife coming towards me, slicing at my arm as he got to closer. The blood danced down my arm and dripped onto the lifeless boy that lay in my arms.

Before I could move or even breathe, there was a stinging sensation surrounding my face. The blood from my now broken nose, mingled with the tears as they slowly rolled down my face. All that I wanted now was to die myself.

My 'father' obeyed my wish. The shiny, blunt knife came down towards me, heading straight for where my heart lay. I screamed in protest. As the knife was about to collide with my skin, I heard the voice of a women that sounded like my mother, screaming my name, "Harry! Harry! HARRY!"

I sprung up in surprise, sitting up in my sweat covered bed. My mum was crying at the end of my bed, hands on my legs, shaking them in attempt to wake me up.

"Mum? What's wrong? What...what just happened?" My mind chased back to the nightmare I had just awoken from, the imagine of a lifeless Louis mkaing me feel sick to my stomach.