Gone but never forgotten ll Larry Stylinson || #WATTYS2016

28

Louis

The pain was too great.

Legs tied.

Arms tied behind my back.

Arms tied to my legs behind my back.

Rag tied and stuffed into my mouth.

Cuts and bruises litter my body.

Blood dripping down my forehead.

Broken ribs and blindfolded.

Dripping pipe is all I hear.

"Get up Louis." His voice calls.

I tense up and groan in pain.

Feeling him grab at my arm and lift me off the floor.

I hiss in pain as he punches me in the ribs.

"Umph." I noise out as I fall over onto my face.

Groaning, I try to push myself up but fail as my hands are restricted.

"You know. Getting rid of you right now doesn't seem like a bad idea. Its actually a better idea than leaving you alive." Niall smirks as he lifts my head by grabbing my hair.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." He snaps as he drops my head.

I let it fall on the ground and groan in pain.

Pulling off the blindfold, Niall kicks me in the stomach.

"You deserve all this. Everything that is happening to you, you deserve it." He says as he kicks me again.

I roll my eyes at him, which doesn't make me happy.

"Don't roll your eyes at me."

He pulls the blindfold off my face and looks me dead in the eyes. He had a look in his face that told me not to fuck with him, but he had already ruined my life so I don't care.

"Fuck you." I say after he pulls out the gag.

A slap is the result of that.

I close my eyes and open then to be looking down the barrel of a gun.

"Bye."

Darkness.

Silence.

Harry

"Stop." I tell Jackie -my younger cousin- as she pokes my dimples.

I was stuck at my moms house for the weekend.

She knows Louis is nowhere to be found.

But she also knows that I got a phone call from him.
She doesn't know where he is.

But she knows that he is alive.

"Jackie, stop it." I say again.

"No."

"Jackie." I warn.

"No."

"FUCKING STOP POKING ME OKAY?!" I yell loudly as I shove her off my lap and onto the floor.

"Harold!?" My mother yells looking at me like I have lost my mind.

"Everyone just stop fucking looking at me please. I can't breathe with you all looking at me." I snap as I stand up off the couch.

Running upstairs.

Slamming the door.

Locking the door.

Going to the bathroom.

Closing that door as well.

Locking it also.

Leaning on the counter.

Looking at my reflection.

I don't recognize him.

He isn't me.

I'm not him.

I'm not violent.

I love kids.

I love jokes.

I love smiling.

I love Louis.

I miss Louis.

I miss his smile.

I miss his sisters.

Reaching towards the drawer.

Pulling it open.

Pulling out a blade.

Walking over towards the bathtub.

Sitting down in it.

Grabbing the blade.

Placing it on my skin.

Pushing down.

Hissing in pain and pleasure.

Dragging it to the side.

Watching the blood droplets.

Smiling.

Make a few more cuts.

Legs.

Arms.

Stomach.

Thighs.

Smiling in pleasure.

Making a few deep cuts.

Two on my arms.

Two on my legs.

Three on my stomach.

Blurry vision.

Fuzzy objects.

Sliding my hand in my pocket.

Pulling my hand out.

Holding four Advil.

Two Aspirin.

Three Ecstasy.

Next to me.

A bottle of vodka.

I'm going to do this the right way.

If Louis doesn't live.

Neither do I.

Niall

Boom!

Blood covered my face and arms.

What did I just do?

Fuck!

•••

Here we go. This book is slowly coming to an end.

Hopefully you like it.

You might hate me for the end.

Idk yet.