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Hand in hand, with passion and love in their eyes, they slow danced in just their fuzzy matching slippers, nothing more-nothing less. She would often glance at his smug expression, eyes diverting down at his willy standing proud in air between them, then she would burst into laughter, interrupting their love dance. "Whaaa?"He'd ask with a small smile playing on his cherry and slightly chapped lips, moments like these his mind would wonder as he'd stare at her face while she laughs, holding his hand still firmly in her little one.
The low light emitting from their fireplace adding more glow to her face, making her eyes twinkle and slightly crinkle at the edges and that's when he'd decide, he wants to smother her in kisses- she was just too cute. Giggles erupting from both of them as he pushes her onto the plush couch decorated in soft cushions, his hands wondering to her bare sides to tickle her skin making her laugh more.
She thrashes around, trying to get away from under him, but he's strong and boy would he take advantage from that. Her brown locks-his favourite, sprawls over the cushions, eyes fill with water due to the intensity of the moment. Her weak hand laying gently on his tatted muscular arm probably to try and stop him, he assumes. Soft puffs of air drawing out of her mouth as she pants looking up at him with a warning look in her eyes. "I love you moppet!"He cooes Just before ducking down and attaching his lips to the smooth skin of her face.
She smiles soothingly as he decorates her skin with delicate little kisses, some moist ones she'll "eww harryyyy" on, but he'd just giggle and continue with them. Delicate kisses turn into violent ones and soon he'll be marking her as his aggressively with a pout on his face he'd stare at her, his marks decorating her skin, red and bruisey... "you're mine!"he'd whisper against her lips, staring Deep in her soul, searching for a satisfactory reaction that will comfort him in lonely cold nights where she'd be just a memory.
. "I'm yours chubby!"she calls out, the sweet nickname she had given him years ago, rolling off her lips familiarly and smoothly. "Promise me you'll stay!"he requests again, more like demands, with his bottom lip jut out, eyes slightly glossed over-
and with sure uncertainty in her eyes, she decides to lie, just for the sake of him and his health, little did she know he'll be a wreck without her when she won't be there for him.
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"YOU PROMISED!!!!!!" He screamed, hatred and betrayal filled in his bloodshot eyes- should've seen this coming. His hands jiggled the heavy metal chains that he was strapped by, as he screamed at the top of his lungs at this ungodly hour of the night.
"I LOVED YOU WITH ALL I HAD! SAID YOU'LL NEVER LEAVE!! COME BACK!!"He screamed with all he had in himself, tears streamed down his face but he couldn't care less.
"That shit's up with that again!"Dylan-his roommate, the only person he knows, muttered under his breath before pressing the red button to call the doctor. Soon the doctors were coming in with all anaesthesia medicines to calm him down, or prolly to drug him. Harry Edward styles had unfortunately become one of the major aggressive psychotic patients in the whole ward....after her death.
The doctors stepped in his white room where his body was strapped with chains to keep him from hurting people or himself, he couldn't be trusted anymore after several dangerous encounters with hospital staff and after several times of him trying to bite or scratch his skin off.
His skin paler than ever, sweat dripping down his chest and forehead, eyes blood shot and lower lip bitten so hard, blood oozing at the surface. His eyes shot up as the doctors stepped in, terror filling his irises. His body kept shaking at their arrival, face turning right and left, "NO Y/N! THEY'VE COME AGAIN!! Y/N!!! SAVE ME PLEASE THEY ARE GOING TO HURT YOUR CHUBBY!!! NO Y/N!!"He screamed, eyes all blown out and light, there was no green sweet colour left in his eyes that he used to have before.
"Harry she's dead!"Dylan snickered, annoyed by his actions.
A shitty friend he was, but harry had no one beside him. A loud piercing scream was heard by him that had all of the people in the room covering their ears. He screamed and screamed until they got finished drugging him with heavy dozes. After some time he slowed down with his actions, his screams died down to silent whimpers and whispers.
"Liar....Dylan's a liar....you're a liar, y/n is a liar, everyone lies....such a shitty world full of liars nagging about how loyal and truthful they are....but she'll come back!! I know she would!"he kept murmuring to himself, head hung low.
Dylan shook his head at his fucked up friend, before turning on his heel and exiting the room leaving the depressed boy alone in the room with a broken heavy heart and a racing mind.
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