THIS IS AN ALTERNATE ENDING TO CHAPTER 84: YOUR MIND WAS TWISTED (YOUR HEART WAS NO DIFFERENT) WHERE HARRY DOES NOT DIE. I THOUGHT I'D BETTER INCLUDE IT SINCE SO MANY OF YOU ARE UPSET AFTER READING THE ORIGINAL ENDING. HOWEVER, IT IS STILL REASONABLY SAD, SEEMS THERE'S NO HAPPILY EVER AFTER FOR THE LOUIS AND HARRY OF THIS PARTICULAR STORY.
SUMMARY: "All I want is for someone to care about me." Harry said, his voice so gentle towards the end that if Louis weren't listening so closely, he would've missed it. And his mind is an absolute wreck, because Harry is holding back tears; and Louis is holding a knife on his hip.
"They do, Harry." Louis doesn't stop his hand as it reaches across the table, grabbing hold of Harry's larger ones, and it's like a breath of fresh air was breathed into his lungs. Everything about Louis is so polluted and venomous, but he felt pure in the moment.
or the au where Louis is a notorious serial killer, who kills for the money. Harry has just inherited billions, and he is soft and gentle.
. . .
Louis just really wanted it to be tomorrow already, so that Harry would just be home.
He checked his phone again and again; each time with no avail. He hadn't heard from Harry, and honestly, he was starting to get really worried. It had been more than four hours since his departure, and he should definitely be there by now, but he said he'd call, didn't he? Louis sent out a quick text.
Don't reply if you're driving, but please let me know if you've gotten there okay, you know I'm going to worry until I hear from you, love. xx
After the message went through, he jumped into the shower, just a quick cleanse, and hopefully a couple minutes to distract him from everything. He let the hot water run over his skin, already clammy and splotched. But his mind never stopped, ears hyper aware of his phone sitting on the counter on the other side of the curtain. He listened for the familiar ringtone, but it stayed silent. The running water hitting the tile of the shower floor, and deep, controlled breaths.
Louis knew he was worrying for no reason at all, and Harry probably got there and went straight to see his family. This was the first time he'd seen them since the passing of his mother and sister, so he was probably giving them all his attention. Which was absolutely fine. Louis just wished he would fucking text him or call him to let him know he had gotten there safely.
A hot cup of tea, and a not-so-relaxing snuggling into the couch with a thick blanket, and Louis' heart was starting to pound harder. He raised his phone to his ear, listening to the call as it went through to Harry's phone, his teeth grinding against each other.
There was still no answer.
Worry was turning into panic.
It's been all day, and nothing, not a single indication from Harry, and that was very odd of him. Louis threw his phone to the other side of the couch, folding his arms over his stomach. His mind went to a thousand different tangents, what if Harry had taken off? What if he'd caught on to Louis' past, and he left? What if he was never planning to come back? And the worst possibility, what if Harry never made it down there?
His heart was stammering and his eyes were flicking to the dark screen, waiting for it to light up.
Fuck, he was so paranoid. Being in love fucking sucks.
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Just LARRY SMUT || (boyxboy)Fanfiction
A collection of Larry smut from Ao3. Featuring a mixture of top!louis, bottom!louis, top!harry and bottom!harry. No works are mine. Full credit given to the authors.