Posts by LarryStylinson

"That's good." Zayn murmured with a nod of his head. "It's cold in here." He suddenly murmured, shivering as he felt goosebumps forming up and down his arms and legs, which caused him to curl into a tighter ball. He sneezed a bit, and wrinkled his nose.

"Thanks.." Zayn murmured as he wrapped the blanket around him, and then his gaze glued itself to the movie. He had no idea as to what was going on in it, as he had only woken up, nor did he even know what movie they were watching, but he didn't mind. At least it was some form of entertainment.

"Great! You may tell no one though, and if you do, just remember I know where you live, so don't test me." Harry joked, rolling his eyes playfully and laughed. "Alright, so I didn't really kill someone, but I almost hit a bird on the way here. Almost, it was fine. I think. But no wait, I actually needed to get home now. Mum and Robin will be looking for me." He had been living with his parents since the trip, as he had lost his flat a few weeks before. He never looked forward to going home though, and when he did he was usually drunk or miserable, or both. His smile grew sheepish as he still held his stomach from the pain that Will had caused him. "I'll see you later then, yeah?" He asked, his bright green eyes wide and hopeful.

Zayn glanced back at Louis as he came back from that bathroom, and he bit his lower lip, his expression unreadable, just how he liked it. He hated it when people could read him like a book, so he practiced keeping his expressions unreadable, which was probably why he came off so 'mysterious.' A sigh left his parted lips as he watched the two in silence. He had always been the quietest out of the three, not really saying much unless he was spoken to.

Harry hadn't meant to, but he winced as Niall said 'be careful.' He had actually gotten better at keeping his true expressions off his face thanks to some drama classes he had taken, but as he was drunk, it was harder to do so. Oh, if only Niall knew what he went through at home. "I well." He whispered despite that, and pecked Niall's lips. "And thank you! I know I'm definitely weird. But we all know that." He managed a soft chuckle as he turned on his heels and began to leave, pulling down his sleeves, but if you looked closely a small, fading scar was noticeable on his wrist as he turned on the corner that lead to his house.

Harry arrived at his parent's flat and stepped in, a slight scowl on his face as he was greeted by the familiar look of two cold, dark eyes filled with hatred. He didn't even flinch as Robin slapped him across the face, he had been expecting as much. "You're late." Robin growled darkly. "And drunk. You were supposed to make us dinner, remember, faggot?" He hissed out to the curly haired boy. He rolled his emerald eyes, and he just shrugged. "You have two hands. Do it yourself." Harry slurred, leaning back against the doorframe, watching as Anne sighed and shook her head in disappointment. Her only son was basically gay, as most of his crushes were guys. Harry knew she thought it was wrong, disgusting...a sin. She had told him herself many times. They even put him into therapy to try and 'fix' him. He was sick and tired of it. Robin's eyes narrowed into two angry slits and he punched Harry in the face as hard as he could, and he let out a whine of pain as a drop of blood dripped from his nose, and he felt his lower lip already beginning to swell. He held his hands up to his bloodied nose, as Robin kneed him in the stomach just as Will had, making him bend over in pain and fall to the floor, which gave Robin the chance to shove his food up Harry's ribcage. "S-stop...your hurting me." Harry croaked out in pain. "I'll make you dinner just...don't, please."

Harry had been sent up to the store to buy his parents something to eat. His lower lip was swollen, eyes glazed over and glistening with tears, his nose turning purple in a giant bruise, and his stomach had a dark bluish-purple bruise. He walked painfully to the store, a small sniffing sound coming from as he did. He just wanted to go back to the good old days, where people loved him and didn't hate him..at least to the time before his parents hated him. He actually used to have a good, nice relationship with Robin, and Anne had been his best friend since he was a kid. Now their relationship went down the drain, and all because he liked boys just a little more than he did girls.

Zayn had always known Louis liked Harry, it wasn't hard to see. Seeing the two snuggle together still bothered him though. They had each other, and he was alone. Maybe it was always supposed to be this way though. Larry would thrive and Zayn could just find someone else...or just die along, as long as his friends were happy, he'd be okay with it. It was all about them and their happiness, not his.

Zayn's eyes were glued on the screen, which caused him to jump as something scary came over and pounced on the screen. He didn't make a sound, however, just cuddled under the blanket and shudder, still feeling cold. Another sneeze sounded from him, and he bit back a whimper.

Zayn's eyes had widened in alarm, but finally he just leaned back against Louis, his eyes on the screen as he blinked slowly. The raven haired boy didn't know what was up, but he felt a bit...weird today. His nose was stuffy and he had a bit of a headache, and he shivered despite the warmth around him. It was probably nothing, and even if it was something, he wouldn't tell. He didn't like others to fuss over him very much. Besides, they had their own problems to worry about.

Zayn rested his head sleepily on Louis's shoulder, sniffing again as he rubbed at his eyes with his fists the way a child would. He jumped at the movie again. Why did Louis always pick out the scary movies? Zayn would watch them from time to time, not every time they watched a movie liked Louis wanted to. Some of them were very realistic and once Zayn had even puked at the gore of it. He closed his eyes, fighting back another shiver. "Louis...why is it so cold in here? I know it's hot outside but it's not that hot out..."

"I-I am not..." Zayn paused, a sneeze sounding from him again and he sniffled again. "Not sick..." He finished as he curled up in the blankets even more, his gaze moving to the screen over to Louis. Great, they were already trying to take care of them. He appreciated it, but he didn't like it when people wasted their time fussing over him. He wasn't even worth it.

"I am not sick, Louis!" Zayn still protested, though he snuggled under the big, wooly blanket that had been wrapped around him. "Thanks for the blanket though." He added in a mumble, his expression once again unreadable as his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

Harry saw Niall walking down the sidewalk, obviously drunk. He didn't call out to him though. Even though he was drunk, he didn't want the Irish lad to see him the way he was. He paused and sat down on a bench, trying to clear up his still slightly fogged up mind. He needed to be just a little more sober to make dinner for Robin and Anne perfectly. He couldn't afford to make any mistakes. One mistake and he'd be locked in the closet again for the whole day to think about what he's done with any food or water, or anything of that sort. He was abused, he knew that, but he couldn't say anything. The nineteen year old still loved his mum, and he didn't want to get her in trouble. Not at all.

A pout came to Zayn's lips, and he opened his mouth to protest further but he clamped it shut, a sigh of defeat coming from him. "Fine." He finally groan out, his gaze locked on Louis, before it went over to Harry, who was heading upstairs. He didn't say anything about it, just assumed Harry wanted to be alone, just like Zayn did, and he respected that. Though the attention from Louis really wasn't all that bad. "Fine, take care of me if you want. But I really don't know why you would bother when there's better things you could be doing like...I don't know. Baking cookies for a orphans or something."

Zayn huffed, but did as told and shut up, laying his head down as he tried to sleep.

Harry sat at the bench for several more minutes, clearing his mind before he bought the food, made it, and then he just stalked off to bed. He fell onto his bed and curled up, his eyes sad and broken as he just laid there for the longest time, just waiting for his pain to come to an end, yet it never did. His physical pain was nothing to his emotional and mental pain. Why couldn't they just love him like they did before? He felt a small tear slid down his cheek as he silently began to sob, and fell asleep like that, his body exhausted from all the tears.

Harry had actually been awake at this time, listening to Robin complain about how Harry talked in his sleep. The curly haired boy just sat wide eyed and listened, his still half asleep mind struggling to comprehend what he was saying. A fist connected with his face and a squeal of pain came from his lips. As Robin left he glanced at the text, tears in his eyes. Fine. Was the four lettered word he typed in response. He didn't want Niall to know how he was abused. His mum would get in trouble. He didn't want her to get in trouble...she'd only hate him more. He put his phone on his bedside table and he laid down on his bed, staring blankly at the world, his vision blurred with unshed tears.

Just know I'll always love you Niall, okay? xxx Harry sent back. He couldn't do it anymore. He was only a burden to everyone. He just wanted the pain to go away. He glanced up into the mirror he had on his wall. He hardly even recognized himself. Bruises lined up and down almost every part of his body, and they all molded into one. His curls laid an untouched mess on top of his head, and they fell in front of his broken, glistening eyes. There was a hollow, dead look in his eyes, and scars laced his wrist. Dark bags circles his eyes, and his usual smirk was gone, replaced with a tight frown that looked permanently etched onto his face. A small sound of despair left his lips and he got to his feet, breaking the mirror into tiny pieces, his temper getting the better of him. I hate you, Styles. You should just do what Will said and kill yourself. Why do yo even stay? He thought bitterly to himself.

I just love you okay? I'm fine. Harry responded as he grabbed his razor from a box under his bed. He sat down on his bed crossed legged and made a deep cut along his vein. He closed his eyes at the feeling of the cold metal biting into his skin and he felt the blood drip down onto the floor. This was a nightly retinue for him now, why break it now, right? Besides, maybe he'd just bleed to death a die. That was what he hoped for everyday.