Then It All Goes To Hell (Larry Stylinson Trilogy)

Chapter 1: Pilot

(These will be short snippets in chronological order of what was happening in Louis life at the same time as Harry's life after FPIBKS, in Until the Truth is Exposed.)

********* -means scene/time change.

"He's not here, Louis."

"I know he's here, just let me see him please. It was a mistake. I need him to know I never meant to hurt him. Just let me see him please."

The boy tried to push against the woman, and failed miserably, two body guards standing in front of the entrance who successfully prevented him from moving any further. Louis dropped his duffel bag on the pavement and shoved again with more force, only being slammed down to the ground, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"P-Please. Let me see him."

"He's not here Louis, I'm not lying to you. I came here to pack his belongings. Go home."

"Pack? Where is he going? Where are you going ? Cynthia please, I'm sorry I hurt you and I'm sorry I hurt him. I need to see him please. I need to speak to him."

"Louis, you're not thinking straight."

"But I love him."

One of the men, grabbing him from his collar, placed him on his feet and shook his head. The boy looked alternatively between the security and the assistant, but found himself defeated. He wiped his face away with his sleeves and picked his belongings off the floor, shaking his head.

"Please."

"Just go home, Louis. It's over."

The woman snapped her fingers and a men in a tailored suit immediately stepped out a limousine parked on the left hand side of the road, waving at the woman.

"He can take you. Have a good night Louis."

"It wasn't my plan Cynthia. I didn't want to do this."

"Goodnight Louis."

The woman pointed at the vehicle and the boy sniffled louder, turning away from the home he had grown to love. He looked up at the building and was disappointed to see, no one stared back at him from the window.

*********

"How could you do such a thing! You lied to me! You made me believe he was a horrible monster but it was all you! You're horrible! You're horrible! I hate you. I-I hate you. I-I hate you so.... m-much. so much"

Louis threw his bag at the woman and she stood in the middle of the living room with her fingers clutching the bridge of her nose, shaking her head.

"Stop overreacting Louis, for heavens sake! Instead of worrying what happened to Mr.Styles, why don't you worry about Lillian! They've taken her, do you not care for her at all?"

"You mean the second monster who lied to me too?! No! You both are equally wicked, I-I cant believe you used me like that! I would have done anything for your well being, mother. All you had to do was ask. But not this. Not this."

The boy threw himself on the living room sofa and wrapped his arms around his knees, continuing to cry. Doors were open and shut, and Louis peeked his head from underneath in curiosity. Looking up, he observed as Nick shook his head and dropped a blanket and a pillow into the couch across from the boy. He was glaring at the woman next to the coffee table, and too many events happening at once began to make the younger one feel sick.