Guns & Roses (Larry Stylinson)

Milk and Cookies

Here's an update for you guys! I hope you enjoy it.

Also, you do get a glimpse into Louis' life when he was younger here. Just remember that his parents in this story are going to be completely different people.

Chapter 11:

      "I can't believe I hit the tree!" Harry gushed as we drove back down the road toward the town. He seemed unable to contain his excitement as he bounced around in his seat. It was the most free I've ever seen him act.

      Truth be told, shooting a sitting target was the easiest thing to do. A moving target, especially ones that were shooting back at you, that was the real challenge. It was one of the first things I had to learn as a child, and it was one of the only things I appreciated my father teaching me.

      "Who did you imagine?" I questioned, noticing Harry's whole demeanor change as soon as I asked the question.

     I remembered the fierce look in his eyes back in the woods. He was clearly imaging someone who must have treated him terribly. I had my suspicions about just who he was thinking of, but I couldn't be completely sure what sorts of things Harry has experienced in his life. I mean, I assumed he was nothing but the nice boy-next-door type of guy, but after seeing him stitch my hand up so expertly, I had my doubts about that stereotype.

     "It... doesn't matter. It was a mistake," Harry mumbled out. I could tell he was feeling slightly ashamed of himself. He was something like a pacifist-- always wanting to spread nothing but joy and kindness. It was those characteristics that made him weak. Why couldn't he understand that?

      "Well, not everyone deserves kindness? There are some terrible people in this world," I said, knowing very well that I was one of them. Still, that didn't matter very much to me-- other people's opinions.

     When Harry asked me if I have ever hurt anyone, I shrugged off the question, but I knew what he really wanted to know. Have I ever shot anyone. Have I ever wounded someone physically. Have I ever killed. Those were the questions he truly wanted to ask of me.

    The answer would have been too much for him to handle. He was like a lion cub; he was so vulnerable to predators, even another male lion. If he didn't toughen up soon, his chances of survival would be minimal.

     "Everyone deserves kindness. Even if they do something horrible to you. The least you could do is forgive them for their actions."

    I wanted to scoff as my hands tightened on the steering wheel. He didn't seem to understand that some things-- some actions-- were just unforgivable. How could I ever forgive something that lingered with me for the rest of my life? How could I forgive the things that ruined my life? The things that took away my childhood, or any chance of having one? How could I forgive the monster of a man that groomed me to be just like him?

     "Not everyone," I muttered before finally reaching our houses. I parked in my driveway before immediately climbing out of the car. I grabbed my bag out of the car before closing the door and walking away. I heard Harry follow suit, and he stood awkwardly by the car as I jogged up to my front door.

    "So... um, thanks? That was fun," Harry called to me, and I just shrugged my shoulders.

    "Don't forget to take your smoothies out of my car."

      I turned, opening up my front door and walking inside without another word. I peeked out of my window, watching as Harry did exactly as I said. He took out the two bottles he brought for us, and I saw a confused look on his face before he frowned a bit. He walked over to his house, stopping to smell one of his roses-- a peaceful and serene look taking over his features. And he smiled, but it was a forlorn smile.