Reality {Larry Stylinson}

Okay.

"Louis," Harry breathed as I slowly bobbed my head up and down his big cock while using my hand to slowly stroke what my mouth couldn't reach.

"Ugh, faster, jesus babe, fuuuuck, please?" he begged repeatedly. I looked up at him and gave him a small devilish smile, which he couldn't handle and tilted his head backwards with his eyes squeezed shut.

After feeling accomplished for a couple of seconds, I did as I was told and moved my head faster. Harry let out a couple of sharp breaths before he reached his high and came inside my mouth. We stared at each other as he watched me swallow the white and salty substance.

I crawled up beside him and slid my arm underneath his neck. He curled up into my chest and the only noises we could hear were the sounds of his breathing.

"You think this is fucking funny don't you?" He screamed at the top of his lungs. I stared down at him, wondering what the fuck he was talking about.

He was sleeping, but his face looked incredibly angry. What the hell?

"Fucking asshole cops!" Harry yelled. My eyes opened to see him yelling out our jail cell. Well, that would explain a lot.

"Fucking bastards! Let me out of here!" He screamed as he held on the jail bars with all his might. His yellow knuckles just kept getting brighter as his grip tightened, while using his beautiful, beautiful biceps to shake the bars.

"You know that isn't going to work, right?" I told him while wiping my eyes so I could get a better view of what was going on.

I jumped down from the top of the bunk and stood beside it with my arms crossed while leaning on my left hip.

With one last yell, "Let me the fuck out!" and a harsh shake against the bars, Harry turned around to face me.

"How do you do it, man?" he asked defeatedly. I gave him a questioning look because I honestly have no fucking clue what the hell he's talking about.

He sighed, "I just fucking got here yesterday, and I honestly can't stand it. How the fuck have you put up with it for 2 years already?"

I chuckled at his question, moving my head to the side and raising it back at up him moments later. His face was full of curiosity, so I walked over to his bottom bunk and sat down. He looked at me like I had two heads attached to my body. Smiling, I patted a spot beside me for him to have a seat. The look left his face as he made his way to the bed and took the seat where my hand was.

Why didn't I just keep my hand there?

"Look man," I started while staring at the back of his head. He was seated with his elbows on his knees and his hands folded in front of his face. I was sitting up straight so all I could see was the back of his head. I placed my hand on the centre of his back and rubbed it, just to comfort him.

"If the idea in your head is that I love it here, then you're wrong." I chuckled, "I hate it here probably more than you do. But begging to be let out of here isn't going to change jack shit. The policeman don't give a flying fuck if you're bored to tears, it's called punishment. And as long as you act like you don't give a fuck, they can't win." I explained to him.

"So, banging on the jar cell, calling them names and complaining is just wasting your god damn time."

I heard him sigh, "Then what the hell am I suppose to do in here for a year?"

Fuck me.

"Well, honestly, I think that they have us in cells with another person for 2 reasons. One, they don't have a big enough station for all of us to have our own. Two, so we all have someone to talk to every once in a while."

I watched as his head move downwards, probably wishing he was anywhere but in here. He nodded quickly before looking up at me, "Thanks mate."

I smiled, "Now let's talk." I turned to face him, and sat a way where my feet were tucked underneath my thighs. He looked at me for a moment, then he gave me a "what the fuck are you doing?" kind of stare. Again, I chuckled, and motioned him to sit like I am so we could have a little talk. He listened, and once he did it, I began to speak.

"I know you're probably not ready for this yet, but you need to get it off your chest man." I told him. He instantly knew what I was talking about and his eyes began to tear up.

Letting out a shaky sigh, "I don't know mate."

"Well, how about I walk you threw it, yeah?" I asked, placing my hand on his knee for comfort.

"Okay."

I understand how hard this must be for him, I mean, he put his mom in a coma, because she killed his boyfriend. But he needs to know that I'm here for him for the next year that he's going to be here for. And maybe, my plan can go as thought of and he'll wait for me to get out of here so we can be together.

"Well, why did your mom hate him so much?" I spoke with a low, soothing voice while moving my hand in circles on his knee.

He sniffled, "When we met in school, he was the bad ass that everyone feared," his voice cracked, "but somehow, I managed to fall in love with him. He got me into stealing, smoking pot, cigarettes and he took away my virginity." I watched as a tear came down his cheek. Automatic reaction I assume, I reached up and wiped the tear away. When I was done, he slammed his eyes shut and wiped his chin on his shoulder.

"My mom however, she hated the way he changed me, which made her hate him more than anything."

I nodded my head in understanding.

"How did she..you know?"

He let out another shaky sigh, and ran both his hands down his face before answering my question.

"Me and him were in the bedroom having sex, before she barged in the room with a shot gun. Where she got it from, I have no idea. I asked her what she was doing, and she told me that she was sick and tired of his bullshit. Before I could say another word, she shot him. Right in the heart." his voice cracked at the end. I feel bad for Harry actually, in the middle of making love with someone and he gets shot. Thats fucked up.

"Wow.. I'm so sorry Harry." I told him. He nodded began to full on cry.

"Harry.." I soothed. I crawled closer to him and gave him a side hug to make him feel most likely 1% better. His muscles tightened as he tried to "man up" and get himself together.

"I'm fine." he told me sternly.

"I have one more question though, if that's okay?" I asked. He looked at me, motioning with his eyes to go on. "What was his name?"

What? Im curious.

Sighing, he told me.

"Liam. Liam Payne."

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A/N; please dont kill me for killing liam in this story. i needed to choose one of the boys for the part and trust me when i say it was an incredibly hard decision for me *_* but yeah. hope you enjoyed chapter two!

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