Look After Me. [Larry Stylinson]

Look After Me. [Larry Stylinson]

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"Who are you?" The younger version of me says. His eyes are wide and I can see the disbelief in his deep green eyes. "I'm you." I replied flatly. I cringed at how crazy I just sounded. I probably wouldn't be able to convince him that I was actually him.. or that he was me. If that happened, then my plan would be ruined. "Do you mean like... Me from the future?" He says, stepping closer to me. Now that he was in the stream of moonlight that shown through the wide window I could finally see all of my, I mean his face better. I smiled at how young I was and I tried desperately not to let any tears fall. "Something like that." "Why do you have wings?" "I don't know." "How do you not?" "I just don't!" I whisper yell even though he is the only one who can hear me. I immediately apologize for snapping and run my ringed fingers through my curls as I walk over to the bed and sit. "Is this a dream?" he says in a small voice as he looks out the window. "No I'm afraid not" I reply, feeling bad for my younger self. "Why are you here?" He says, turning to look into my eyes. Why am I here? Oh yeah because I am selfish and I am trying to fix things that are basically impossible to fix but I am going to try anyways because I am a selfish bastard. "To look after you."
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"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.

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