Reality {Larry Stylinson}

Tears

My anger raised as soon as the words left this bastards mouth. I wiggled out of his grasp on my upper arm, and basically threw myself at him. No one fucks with my little sister besides me. And definitely no one is allowed to fucking kill her.

"You fucking bastard!" I shouted while shoving his shoulders back. I raised my fist and quickly and repeatedly, punched him in the stomach.

"How dare you fucking-"

"Tomlinson!" I heard someone shout. I didn't give a flying fuck who was calling my name, this asshole needs to rot in hell. I moved my hands from hitting his gut, to hitting his face. I threw punch after punch, each and every single one of them hitting him in the jaw.

After about an estimated 5 punches, someone was pulling me back, obviously trying to make me stop. I struggled, trying to hit him again.

"This bastard killed my sister! He killed my fucking sister!" I shouted, starring at "Niall" dead in the eyes. I noticed his facial expression towards the guy who was pulling me, basically saying he has no idea what I'm talking about. I left a bruise and a cut in his jaw, hopefully giving him the message that I'm pissed, and I'm going to fucking get him back one way or a-fucking-nother.

"Louis, shut up." the guard told me. I listened, but I still had anger inside my veins. That fucking bastard.

He opened the bars for me, letting me enter my jail cell once again. Closing it behind me, he began to walk away.

"He killed my fucking sister! None of you will fucking believe me but he killed my fucking sister!" I had tears evident in my eyes when I turned back to Harry, who was starring at me cautiously, probably thinking that I'll snap at him.

Sighing, I walked to the bunk and climbed the latter until I made it to the top. Curling up in the highly uncomfortable covers they provided, I let the tears fall.

"Louis?" Harry said calmly, peeking up at the side of the bunk.

"What, Harry?" I asked, trying to act as calm as he was.

"Who killed your sister?" He questioned me, being careful to not burst my bubble.

"The fucking asshole of a cop. Thats who." I said, a tear falling down my cheek. Harry looked surprised. I would too. Since when do cops murder people? This world is a fucked up place.

"I am so sorry, Louis." He apologized, I nodded, and turned my body around and began hugging my pillow.

I know one thing for sure, that damn cop wont live to see his next birthday.