Gone but never forgotten ll Larry Stylinson || #WATTYS2016

27

Niall

Two eyes.

Two hands.

Shaking.

Badly.

Watching closely.

Seeing one another in pain.

"Niall, please?" Louis cried.

Sighing.

Deep thinking.

"Shut up!" I hissed.

Cringing.

Head falling back.

Groaning in annoyance.

"Please let me go. I'll disappear. I'll never come back." Louis pleaded.

Thinking.

Contemplating.

Accepting.

"You'll never come back?" I ask.

Nodding.

Gulping.

"No contact whatsoever?"

"No contact. It will be as if I never existed." Louis speaks.

Nodding and accepting the fact that I can be with Harry without any interruptions of any kind by Louis the asshole, I accept his offer and slapped him across the face.

"What was that for?!"

"Your hand wasn't open for shaking so I slapped you instead." I smirked.

"Fuck you."

"Nope. I prefer Harry."

Harry

Place it to your mouth.

Close your lips.

Hold up the lighter.

Light it up.

Put lighter away.

Take a deep breath.

Open mouth.

Remove cigarette.

Blow out smoke.

"You shouldn't be doing that you know." A voice speaks.

"Leave me alone." I lowly speak as I take another drag of my cigarette.

"It will kill you."

"So will walking, so can breathing, so can riding in a car, so can flying on a plane." I say rolling my eyes.

"Touché."

Place cigarette in mouth.

Slide up sleeve.

Tap arm twice.

Grabs needle.

Make sure are is wrapped and ready to go.

Slide needle in skin.

Inject into vain.

Close eyes.

Take drag of cigarette.

Let out smoke.

Sigh in relaxation.

"Don't do this to yourself."

"Fuck off Kandy."

"Seriously, you'll kill yourself doing this."

"That's the plan. Do it enough I'll kill myself."

Grab blade.

Look at wrist.

Full.

Look at thighs.

Full.

Look at stomach.

Full.

Look for open space.

Decides to reuse wrist.

Tries to find an open space.

Sees a small space.

Places blade onto area.

Presses down.

Hisses in pain and pleasure.

Drags hand to the left.

Pulls away.

Watches red droplets fall.

Smiles.

"How can something so bad, feel so damn good?"

Louis

Wiggling in the chair, I try to untie myself.

Doesn't work.

Huffs in annoyance.

Groans.

Tries again.

Gives up.

"You're not getting out of those any time soon."

Rolls eyes.

Flicks them off in my head.

"I wonder how good Harry would feel around my dick?" Niall speaks.

My head had fallen to my chest and when I hear him  say that, I look up at him through my lashes.

"Just imagine him riding my dick with me. My hands placed on his delicate waist, helping him lift himself up and down as he let's his head fall back and moans out my name loudly, because he misses you. Flipping us over and holding myself up above him and mercilessly pounds into him, feeling every inch of his beautiful pink hole." Niall smirks.

"Shut up." I whisper.

"Soon afterwards pulling out after he has hit his climax and is partially wrecked, I flip him on his stomach and lick a wet strip up and over his hope, making him shudder in pleasure and grips the sides of the bed trying to keep himself under control. My tongue slowly pushing its self inside and out of his wondrous pink hole, him whimpering and moaning for more."

"Shut the fuck up." I growled lowly.

"Me getting him off. Me pleasuring him. Me making him cum three times in a row. My name he is screaming." Niall taunts as he gets close.

Screaming.

Scratching.

Pain.

Getting loose.

Taking off the rope.

Angry yelling.

More pain.

Going blind.

Blurry vision.

Darkness.

Silence.

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Okay this chapter is short for a reason. If you read my last authors note, you would know until 30 and the epilogue the chapters will be short.

I hope you like it.

Its a little different and weird and I hope it makes sense.

Anyway.

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