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To Be Loved (Larry Stylinson)

To Be Loved (Larry Stylinson)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Oct 19, 2015
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I've never understood how people can hate so deeply. I was raised to embrace the differences of those around me. Skin color, religious beliefs, sexual preferences -- my siblings and I were taught to look beyond that. This has allowed me to see people for who they are -- not what they are. It fascinates me that, regardless of "differences," everyone shares the same desire: to be loved. Sadly, we live in a world where the concept of true love has traditionally been defined as that between a man and a woman It's crippling. But it's life. And I hated everything about it. *MATURE ONLY*
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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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