Suicide Attempt • Larry Stylinson

• Chapter 11 •

''What the hell are you doing here?!'' Louis screamed furiously.

''Louis, l-listen to me,'' Harry tried telling him while slowly making his way towards Louis and Niall.

''No, get the fuck out of my house!'' Louis ordered sharply. He then started to walk towards Harry. This was his house and he was going to protect it, himself and Niall. Louis would not let Harry push him down in his own home, his mother already did a pretty good job with that. So Louis made his way to Harry. He pushed out his chest like strong boys did on movies and then stood on his tiptoes to be the same height as Harry.

Louis position was awkward. He looked like a little baby compared to Harry but Louis was not going to let Harry win or whatever he wanted.

''Your gang is probably outside my house right now, having their guns ready if I make a move on you?'' Louis stated, though, it came out more as a question.

''No love, that only happens in movies," the taller boy simply answered. Niall let out a quiet laugh at Louis dumbness but stayed in his position by the kitchen counter.

Wait, did Harry just call Louis love? What the hell.

''Did you just call me your fucking love?'' Louis asked, screaming. Harry had no right to go into Louis home and call him that. No way.

A look of regret quickly crept its way over Harry's face and he started. . . blushing?

Okay, what the hell is going on? Louis asked himself because honestly, he had no idea what he was doing.

''You know,'' Louis started ''I can call the police for trespassing on you.''

Harry looked scared by that, frighten. ''No don't do t-that, I won't hurt you.''

Louis mind was everywhere, he didn't understand what was going on.

Neither did Niall. He was scared shitless if he was being truly honest. Ever since that day he stood up for Louis had he been receiving glances and hateful looks from Harry and his gang. People would whisper things about Niall and point at him when he passed someone in the school halls, but it hadn't been nice and good whispers, and the pointing hadn't been because of any good reason. He had been receiving these things for standing up for Louis and being his friend. Never in a million years had Niall thought he'd be harassed for helping someone. This was a fucked up world they lived in.

''Then what are you doing here?'' Louis asked, shocked. What was Harry doing there if it wasn't to hurt Louis?

''Louis- okay. . .uh.'' Harry started but didn't get anything else out. He was scared and didn't know what to say. He didn't even know why he was there, he just felt the urge to get over to Louis, and that was weird since they weren't even friends to start with.

''Just spit it out!'' Louis demanded.

''Uh,'' Harry started, ''I was scared, okay?'' He said awkwardly.

Louis snorted, such a wimp Harry was. Scared of what? That Niall was going to kill him or something so Harry couldn't use Louis as a punching bag anymore? Pfft. Stupid Harry with his stupid cute dimples and stupid dumb hair and stupid dumb stunning face. Not to mention his abs and ugh, Harry is the definition of perfect.

''Scared of what?'' Niall asked.

Wait, so now Niall is in this conversation too? Okay, that's totally ok with Louis. He could always use some kind of backup help.

Harry sighed and looked down at his feet. Why was he here? He had no idea himself either. Was it to protect Louis? But from what? Niall wasn't going to hurt him. Maybe it was out o jealousy? He had no clue.

''I don't know," Harry weakly admitted.

''So, basically you storm into my house, I repeat, my house -which I by the way have no idea how you found- without even knocking on the door. You interrupt whatever me and Niall was doing, then you just stand there like a fucking lost puppy without an explanation, for //nothing//?!'' Louis stated. He was so lost right now, so so lost. He asked himself many times whatever was going on but he never came up with a good answer, because honestly, there wasn't a good explanation or answer to all of this.

''Yeah, I guess. . .'' Harry shrugged.

''You guess?!'' Louis screamed fiercely. ''You fucking guess? Oh my fucking God I can't believe I even liked you in the first place. . .'' He muttered.

''You like Harry?'' Niall asked shocked.

Louis realized his slip up and quickly recovered it, ''I mean, before he started hating me.''

''You don't like me anymore?'' Harry asked shyly and brought his gaze towards his big feet.

''Oh I- fuck you Styles!'' Louis exclaimed. Of course he still liked Harry, why wouldn't he? He had no idea why he had said those words and if he were being completely honest he liked Harry even more when he showed this innocent side of him.

''Okay, my place 8 o'clock. No one can know.'' Harry ordered happily and smirked.

''What?'' The brown haired boy asked shocked.

''You wanted to fuck me?'' Harry stated even though it came out more like a question.

''You fucking asshole!'' Louis screamed and ran towards Harry.

Then in like some kind of movie, everything happened in slow motion. Louis brought his fist up to Harry's face and smacked him, hard. He then showed his knee into Harry's stomach so that he fell down lifeless on the ground.

''Stop!'' He pleaded, but Louis wasn't going to do any of that. He was actually going to take out all of his anger on Harry, because this was a perfect opportunity, just him, Harry and Niall in his own house.

Louis knotted his fist and smacked it onto Harry's chest and then kicked his legs. ''You fucking stupid human being,'' Louis spat, ''how does it feel lying on the ground while having people hurt you, huh?'' He continued to kick him wherever he could find an empty space, ''I said, HOW DOES IT FUCKING FEEL?''

Harry didn't respond, he just took all the punches and kicks because deep down inside he knew that he deserved this. He deserved every dumb word, he deserved every kick, every punch, every slap. He deserved it all.

''Louis, s-stop!'' Niall said calmly.

''No way!'' Louis screamed in response.

He watched as Niall ran up to one of the bathrooms to probably get a first aid kit, Harry would defiantly need it after this.

Harry tried to form words in his mouth but it was hard, so so hard, ''Louis I beg you, stop.''

''No you deserve this you little slut!'' Louis shrieked before he broke out in tears and his kicking and slaps became weaker for every second that passed, ''y-you deserve thi-is. . .'' He hiccuped.

''I know love, I know,'' Harry smoothed, ''I deserve this so much.''

''Y-yes you d-do,'' the smaller boy whispered, he was so weak by now.

Harry held him in his arms as they both cried together, ''I'm so so sorry Louis.'' He confessed.

''I-I hate you, but I-I love you so so much!'' Louis stated shyly.

''Shhh, baby,'' Harry whispered before he gently placed his own lips on Louis.