Reality {Larry Stylinson}

Boy toys

What the fuck is he doing here?

Zayn's wearing a leather un-zipped jacket, I can't see his legs because he's sitting down with a table ahead of him, and a head band to keep his hair out of his face. This boy needs a hair cut.

I sit down in the stool in front of him, with a window to separate us. I notice Zayn's lips moving, but I can't hear him. Seems like his lips move for another 2 minutes, until he looks up at me. I yell, "What?!", which he suddenly looks so confused.

He moves his lips once more, and once again, I shout, "What?!".

We sit there and think for a moment, until I look to my left, and see a phone sitting there. I reach my hand out and grasp it, gesturing for him to do the same.

"Hello?" I hear Zayn say into the phone. Thats better.

"Hi." I reply. I'm actually pretty pissed at him. I've been in here for 2 years, and not once did he decide to visit me. I didn't do this. Why the fuck would I kill my own sister? Are these cops, and the jury, fucked in the head?

"As I said before when you couldnt hear me; Listen, mate. I'm so sorry this had to happen to you. I've been trying to find a way to get you out, ever since the first day you got in here. But for the past two years, I found nothing. There is no trace of the guy who did that. Not at all. But I'm trying man, I promise you, I'm fucking trying." He explained to me. Well that is a pretty good excuse for not visiting me, I suppose.

I sighed, "Thanks, mate. Do me a favour though?" I asked him.

"Anything," he said, completely interested in what I had to say next.

"Find the mother fucking bastard, yeah?" I told him. He let out a small chuckle before agreeing.

"So, how has live been for you in there?" he asked me, a small smirk evident on his face. Little shit.

"Complete and other bullshit, to be honest with you. The food is fucking mush, and every roommate that I have ever had is an asshole. Well, maybe not all..." I staggered off, most likely blushing. Fuck you easily blushing cheeks.

"Louis.. why are you blushing?" Zayn questioned me. I nervously chuckled before saying, "Uh, gotta go, bye."

I almost hang up the phone before Zayn shouted, "Louis!!".

"Ugh," I grunted, putting the phone back to my ear.

"Okay fine, his name is Harry. He's so indescribably beautiful. His pink & plump lips, his curly hair curled to perfection, and his ass. Oh my fucking god. I'd tap that shit."

Zayn laughed, "Have you made a move on him yet?" he questioned me.

"Err, no not yet. I can't for a while either." I told him.

"Why not?"

"Because his mother killed his boyfriend...I'm just waiting until he feels a little better about it." I explained, which he nodded in understanding.

"TIMES UP!" A guard said, walking closer to me.

"Zayn, don't stop trying, ok? Please. I beg you." I, like I said, begged.

"Gotcha mate." He replied and we both hung up the phone. The guard grabbed my upper arm and practically dragged me away from the phone.

"Slow down, will ya?" I told the guard, making him smirk back at me.

"How much do you want to bet you don't know who I am?" he asked me. Wait, what?

"Nothing, because I have no fucking clue who the hell you are."

"Well, I'm Niall, a police man."

"Well thats great. I give a fuck why?"

"Because I'm the one that killed your precious little slut of a sister and her boy toys."

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{ A/N; so theres chapter four!! and now all 5 of the boys are in it :) unfortunately liam dies and niall killed people... but thats how im planning it in my head.

hope your enjoying it though!! please dont forget to vote & comment (: ilysm :* }