Guardian Angel: Larry Stylinson

Chapter 2: A Broken Home

Zayn's Pov.

I opened my eyes and closed them, instantly, when the sun's sharp rays hit my face; I must've forgot to close the drapes. Then again, I wasn't expecting any sun, any time soon. I heard a melody, though it was kind of low. It was almost as if it was playing in secrecy. I turned around and found Niall on his laptop, with his earphones on, watching one of our old performances from earlier this year. The title indicated that it was a performance of 'More Than This.' "Niall, stop!" I closed his laptop shut, quickly. My tone was very sharp and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes.

He took his earphones off and shot me an upsetting look, as if I deprived him from some sort of fix. "You're not the boss of me, Zayn. I can listen to whatever I want." His usual, relaxed face was now tense; a few veins stuck out near his temples.

"You can listen to whatever you want, but watching it is another thing. We have the album, so just stop torturing yourself!" I threw the blankets off my lower body and stood up. Niall launched off the bed as well, standing on the opposing side.

"I just wanted to see him. Is that too much to ask for?"

"He's gone!" My anger got the best of me; I had lost it and my voice echoed throughout, what I assume, the entire flat. He looked devastated, jaw hanging. Water was beginning to form in his eyes and I knew I would regret what was coming next.

"What's going on?" Louis and Harry ran into the room and stood at the door's frame. They looked at me for answers and I was beyond ashamed to let them know what had just happened.

"I hate you." As those last words escaped Niall's mouth, he ran out the room.

"Niall!" Louis ran after him, leaving me with Harry. He was half-naked, revealing all the tattoos that coated his body. He ran his hands through his curls and let out a sigh.

"I-I'm sorry, Harry. It was a misunderstanding." I sat on the bed and Harry joined me. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "I caught him looking at another performance video."

"Shit." I heard Harry mumble. This wasn't the first time we've caught him in the act. It's not that we had a problems with him watching our own performances; however, we knew he did it for his own beneficial reasons. He thought it was the only way to feel like Liam's presence was still legit, though it wasn't. Niall's not strong enough, mentally, and it's torture to see him torturing himself by doing that. We try to refrain from using the words "dead" or "gone," but the filter on my mouth had met its' end. We all had our special bonds with Liam, but, clearly, Niall and him were a bit closer.

"I slipped up. I don't think he'll keep forgiving me each and every time I deprive him of the things he need the most."

"Zayn, you don't have to keep blaming yourself for this situation. It's not your fault, so, please, stop saying that."

"Harry, I admire your strength and ability to try to see things at a bright point of view, but it will never excuse the fact that he's no longer here." Harry shot up, gave me a death-staring glare, then exited the room. I opened my mouth to call for him; but the words wouldn't escape.

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Louis' Pov.

Niall sat in one of the chairs at the table with his head resting on the glass surface. I reached in the fridge, grabbing the essentials to prepare him a sandwich. I chose not to speak, allowing him to speak when he was ready. I finished preparing the course, poured him a glass of water, then placed it in front of him. His head lifted up off the table and he analyzed his sandwich for a while. "I'm not sure if you were hungry, Ni, but I made it just incase."