He Killed My Mother ➳ L.S

- "Tell me that it's not what I think!" I practically beg, getting closer to him, eyes welling up with tears.

He steps back slowly, gazing down, still not saying any word. I feel weaker. I don't understand. What's happening? Why is he like this?

"Answer.." I put my hand on my chest, trying to calm down my anguish. "Answer me."

This conversation is becoming a torture. I get no answers, he leaves me in this pain and this calvary.

"Will you just answer me already!" I almost yell.

I hear him letting out a breath, and he looks at me again, hands clenched in fists.

"This is really the eyes of a killer, Louis," He replies lowly, "It's exactly what you think.."

And that was all it took me to collapse on the ground. I can't believe this, he doesn't come to reassure me, he just confirms my doubts; it's him.. It's the one who killed mum.

My mum. -

This is the English version of "He Killed My Mother." French and original one is available here: https://www.wattpad.com/user/HalineStyles

A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction // Trigger: death, blood, suicidal thoughts..// Read at your own risk.

All rights, and credits return to the original author, @HalineStyles.

Translated by, @Katarina_Pendragon.