The last thing Louis was expecting is for his big sister's boyfriend to show up at the strip club he works at.
⚣ Boyxboy, Larry Stylinson
✎ Original story by Stylinson_Larryxx
Cover by: @Stylinson_Larryxx
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❝MYSTERY❞
-DOUBLE UPDATE-
Harry leaves the house, he is running but everything seems in slow motion. He wants to scream, but his mind is not processing anything right now.
He gets into the car and slams the door shut, only now noticing he is hyperventilating as he grabs ahold of the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. Harry knows too little, but too much at the same time. He needs answers and he needs them now.
He shoves the keys into the car as a sob falls from his lips. Rain is falling down the windscreen, blurring his vision furthermore as he starts the engine and takes off quickly down the street. He is going over the limit, but he doesn't care. It doesn't matter.
Harry keeps replaying the call in his mind, her shaky breaths as she tries to explain. Her sobbing. The muttering of his name and the "please get here as soon as you can." He knows she can't handle it. Neither could he. If it is...
He only now gains concentration, swerving quickly to his own side of the road, the car he just nearly hits horn blaring as they drive past, spraying puddles of water against Harry's already saturated windscreen.
He quickly pulls over, the tires skidding against the wet road. He is parked illegally, but he can't think about that. He can't breathe.
Harry hits his head against the wheel, wailing in pain, but not hating it either. At least it wasn't the numb feeling he has had since the call.
After struggling to breathe still, Harry gets out of the car, immediately plummeted with raindrops and strong winds, a shiver trembling through him.
He leans against the car and covers his eyes in sorrow, screaming loudly. He feels sick and his chest aches, it seems to he tightening with every second. How could this have happened?
He combs through his hair and then uses his hands to wipe his tear-stained cheeks, laughing at the patheticness of that action. The rain will wet them again, or his tears.
He tries to calm himself and take deep breaths, just like Zayn and Liam had taught him in college. They'd hold his hand and encourage him softly that everything will be okay when he was breaking down to them about his professor. They looked after him, they were the glue that helped repair him. That saved him.
But at this moment, Harry truly believes he will be broken forever. Shattered beyond repair, because nobody could save him if he didn't want to be saved.
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