Fading // Larry Stylinson

Chapter 9:

My eyes began to flutter open and I wondered where I was. I could tell I was back in my room due to the familiar surroundings but I dont know how I got here. Maybe I must have gotten up and walked home only to pass out and forget everything that happened. I guess thats the only thing that could happen since no one knows where I live and how would they be able to get in? Only I have a key. Im just going to go with that since its the only reasonable explanation.

I try to sit up but the pain all around me soon comes back and I groan in pain. I had forgetten what happened yesterday and the memories came flooding in ; running away, the pain, and the sight of the clouds moving as the sky turned darker and darker.

I look at my body and I'm surprised when I see that im dressed in different clothes. My arms are wrapped in bandages and my head is pounding out of its skull. I finally manage to sit up and my mouth is completely dry, burning my throat as I breathe. I stand up as slow as possible and make my way to the door. I stumble my way to the bathroom and look in the dirty mirror.

"Disgusting." I think. Thats all I ever think about myself. Disgusting, a waste of space, and a burden. I can't even get my own parents to love me, how could anyone else?

I walk down the stairs, almost falling a couple times, and walk into the kitchen. I really need a drink. I suddenly gasp as I see a dark figure standing over the sink. Its wearing all black clothes with familiar tattoos covering its arms. The dark figure quickly turns around, revealing its identity.

"Harry?" I say slightly thrown off by his presence in my house. Why would he be in my house? How did he even get in? My instincts start to kick in and my first thought comes to mind.

"Please dont hurt me." I say as I back away and try to slowly make my way out the kitchen.

"Wait, I swear I wont hurt you." He says as he quickly makes his way over to me.

I'm taken back by his fast movements and my body acts before my brain can comprehend. I quickly step back, tripping over the uneven level of the floor. My head hits the floor with a hard thud and my mind is swarming. My pain quickly makes its way to my body only making me ache even more.

"Oh god, are you okay?" He asks as he tries to lend me his hand. I quickly reject his offer and scramble away from the not-so-hideous monster inside my house.

"Dont touch me!" I yell. I quickly make my way to my feet, a little too quick I might add, causing me to stumble and hit the floor again. I can't do anything but sit there, waiting for his explanation.

"What do you want from me? Why are you in my house? How did you get in? Why are you here?" I ask all at once. My mind has so many questions, I can't keep count of all the answers I need right now.

"Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. Let me help you up and we'll sit on the couch." He says as he tries to reach for my hand. His plush fingers touch my shakey hand, causing me to shiver under his touch. I felt this sudden shock of pleasure race through my body right when he touched me, leaving me in confusion as to why that just happened.

He slowly lifts me up and makes his way to the living room. There, he rests me on the couch, taking a seat next to me. I groan in pain while I try to adjust myself.

"Are you okay?" He absent mindedly asks.

"What the fuck do you think?" I ask slightly annoyed. Don't ask questions you know the answer to, right?

"I'm sorry." He says while looking down at his lap, shame in his eyes. He better be fucking ashamed. The twat fucking beat me in an alley with a group of assholes. Of fucking course he's going to be ashamed, but I kinda feel bad for him. I could tell he didnt really want to go through with it, but of course, he did and left me in that alley alone and afraid.

"You better fucking be you shit. I should call the fucking cops right now and have them arrest you for abuse and breaking and entering." I say slightly raising my voice with each word I speak. Hate soon fills my lungs and I have the sudden urge to slap him in the face.

"I swear to you I di-" He says right before my hand colliding with his face cuts him off. Damn that felt good.

"I deserve that." He says as he covers his now red face with his hand. I instantly feel bad, but I dont regret it.

"You really do." I reply with sass in my voice.

"I'm so sorry for what I did. I promise I never wanted to do it." He states, almost begging. Why is he acting so nice to me? We have never spoken before and now he's just apologizing for beating the shit out of me!

"I don't even know you! Why the fuck are you breaking into my house and telling me all this bullshit?" I yell. He's so confusing. We've never spoken to one another and now he's telling me he didn't want to physically abuse me! If he never wanted to do it, then he shouldn't have done it.

"Please, just hear me out!" He begs.

"No! Get out of my house before I call the cops!" I scream and point to the door. I whine at the pain in my body as I use all my strength to push him away.

"Please, you're hurting yourself." He says as he tries to hold me from almost passing out.

"Why do you care? You caused it!" I scream louder. It's taking almost every bit of energy in my body not to pass out. He finally gives up before making his way over to the door. He stops halfway through walking out. He turns to me and says, "I'm sorry," before walking out the door and slamming it shut.

I slightly whimper at the loud noise of the contact and curl up in a ball on the hard sofa. Tears spill from my eyes and I finally let the dark sensation take over my body. Right before I instantly pass out, I hear the sound of glass shattering from the kitchen window. I almost shoot up from the startling sound, but weakness takes over and I fall asleep on a cold sofa.

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Heyyyyy ! It's been sooooooo long since I've updated. Literally, last time I updated was 2014 so this is a shocker ! This story might or might not be on hold still. Who knows??

I've updated The Suicide Club if you want to check that out & I also started a new story called The Killer. Check those out if you'd like and remember, Harry loves Louis & Louis loves Harry.

- Oscar. Xx

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