Melody (A Larry Stylinson Fanfic)

Melody (A Larry Stylinson Fanfic)

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"I see.. I'm going to die." Harry softly stated as two Soul's Guardians invaded his room one night. "Eh, n-no need to be sad about it. You still have a year to spend with!" One of the Soul's Guardians exclaimed feeling guilty by looking at the sad innocent face of Harry. "Can you shut up now? You just making it worse." The other Guardians groaned at his partner before turning his attention to Harry. "And you're here for?" Harry asked looking away to the two. "We're here to ensure that it will happen." The not-so friendly Guardian answered,making chills run down to Harry body.
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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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