*This is a Larry Stylinson fanfiction* ~ The mirror cracked from side to side, Shattering, pattering, on the tide, The shards fell down, down to the ocean floor, What a shame that no one could help him anymore. ~ With the candles lit, and the lights off, the boy simply spun three times in front of the mirror. Spin one. "Bloody Harry." Spin two. "Bloody Harry." Spin three. "Bloody Harry." The mirror cracks, and well, you know the rest. ~ A.N. The poem at the top was written by ME. :3 EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY BELONGS TO ME EXCEPT FOR ANY CELEBRITIES I USE AND ANY BLOODY MARY MYTHS I USE. I hope you enjoy it! :)

I crouch down and my lip curls back. A snarl escapes my mouth. It sounds....threatening. I like it. I prounce of the floor and jump from wall to wall, towards the door. I need to get out of this basement and hurt someone. No, hunt someone. And that someone, is Louis Tomlinson. Because of him, I had my life taken away. So now he has to pay. I smirk. That little ******* is gonna have a sweet surprise ahead of him.