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I Know Why The Sky Cries (Larry)

British-1D-Irish

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Parts 6
Time 1h 20m

Reads 449
Votes 42
Parts 6
Time 1h 20m

British-1D-Irish

Mature

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"I don't even know who I was before, so how can I miss that person? Everything's just so grey. So cold. Numbing. And everyone wants me to face what happened, but if I even try to talk about it, I know I'll break. I'll lose whatever pieces are left, dangling together inside of me. I'll overflow and rain down, just like those clouds outside. There is no sunlight in my skies. There can't be anymore."

"There can," He replied firmly. Determined. "The sky can't cry forever."All Rights Reserved

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Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson) by British-1D-Irish

My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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Silence

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