My Life For Hire (Larry Stylinson AU)[ON HOLD INDEFINITELY]

Chapter 4

Harry's POV

I feel like there was something important for me to remember, but I couldn't quite place my finger on it. I was getting frustated, I knew if I were to keep thinking about it I'd get even more angry and destroy everything around me.

I lay on my bed looking at the ceiling. I was getting hungry, but I was too lazy to get up and eat. I've reached a new level of laziness if I don't even want to get up for food...

I groaned and rolled over in my bed. My head was pounding and I wanted food, but I also didn't want to get up.

I heard yelling from downstairs, it was Zayn and Simon. They were yelling, but it was in a different language. The language sounded familiar, very familiar but I just couldn't quite place my finger on it. It was going to drive me insane trying to figure out what language they were speaking.

Ugh what was it!? See!? See what curiousity and familiarity does to me!? GOD I HATE LIFE!

I sat up, and shook my head, I set my feet on the floor and chills ran down my spine. My toes touched something wet and I quickly looked down at it. On the floor was a red spot, about the size of my hand. I glared down at it. Now my foot was kind of wet and it got in between my toes. No, this just won't do.

I sighed aloud and grabbed a dirty shirt from the corner of my room. I sat myself on the floor and cleaned off my foot and in between my toes. I smiled to myself and wiggled my toes with happiness. No more wet stuff between my toes! But I was curious about that red spot.

I walked over to it, and got on my knees and looked at it closely. I was so close to it, I could smell it. It had this metallic smell to it, it made me kind of want to gag. I cautiously prodded it with my fingers, I looked down at my fingers to see they were momentarily stained red before it began to dry. The red stuff dried and cracked upon my fingers before it turned into an ugly brown.

Why had it dried so fast? Curiously and like an idiot, I prodded it once more with my fingers and brought it to my mouth. I took in a deep breath before I licked my finger. I immediatly spat it out when I realised, being the taste on my tongue, that it was blood. But whose blood was it?

My aching head suddenly got worse, there was this ringing noise that made my head suddenly feel like it was splitting in half. I groaned in pain and fell onto my side clutching my head.

An image flashed. An image of me holding my arm and wailing like a girl dramatically. A scream had escaped my mouth in the image. Suddenly, as if it as being taken by a camera or a video recorder, it zoomed in. It zoomed in onto a red trail leaving a cut in my arm and wrapping it way around my arm before it dripped off my wrist and into the grass.

The agonising pain in my head vanished and I opened my eyes. I took in a deep breath quickly before I let it out as realisation hit me. The red blood spot on the floor was mine. It was my blood. But why was it there, I mean, shouldn't my blood be in my body? And I know it wasn't my blood from the image because that happened a few months ago... and last I check, this room doesn't have grass and trees... and it didn't have Susan.

I sat up and looked around confused. Very, very confused. Did I have a bloody accident that I didn't remember about? Did I have a bloody nose? Yeah, I had a bloody nose. Let's just go with that, makes me feel good and I don't have to strain my memory as to where the blood had come from.

"Harry, come downstairs! Louis is going to help you with your homework!" Simon called from down stairs. I sighed and hopped to my feet.

"I'm coming!" I called and I walked out my room.  I closed my door behind me.