Posts by LarryStylinson

Harry smiled his broken smile, staring down at the newest addition to his scars. He thre the bloodied razor back into the box and slide it back under his bed. His phone buzzed, but he ignored it. He couldn't stand being sober-he thought to much about the pain he felt. So he decided to go out to a bar again. Harry wasnt going to touch anyone like usual, since he had Niall, but he just wanted to forgot. Why couldn't he just forget? Why couldn't he block out the memories? He didn't understand. He whimpered and headed ou towards the bar, his curls falling in front of his eyes as he hung his head.

Harry paused a his phone buzzed in his pocket. Oh yes, Niall, how could he have forgotten to text him back? He read over Niall's text, and rolled his eyes, but responded anyways. A living hell. He sent, before he put his phone back into his pocket and heading into the bar that was becoming like his second home. He sat himself on the stool, getting himself a drink and then chugging it down as quickly as he found possible. He wanted to get wasted and fast, as he needed the memories to fade right then and there, or he'd break from the pain everything caused him.

I mean, I'm stuck in this living hell called life, Niall. Don't you understand? Harry sent, then ordered himself another drink. He finished three within the next few minutes, already getting a little past tipsy. Just a few more drinks and he'd probably be wasted. He was a lightweight. Then he would forget. A slightly drunken smile came to his lips, his happiness influenced by the alcohol. He got himself his fourth or fifth drink, and began to drink that one too, his thoughts in Niall. What was he doing now? Was he happier than Harry was? How could he loved someone as disgusting as Harry? But most importantly: why did he ever leave the boy for vacation anyways? It sucked. He sighed and closed his eyes, taking in the blissful feeling of being drunk. He was a happy drunk, so being drunk was the only time he ever really felt anything similar to such emotions, most of all happiness.

Bar… Was all he sent back. If he had been sober he wouldn't have too him, but he felt a bit tipsy and silly. He covered his mouth and giggled as he even fell out of his seat and he got up, dusted himself off, and then got another drink. He sighed softly to himself as he drank the drink as fast as he could, and it all went straight to his head. He felt a bit dizzy, but it was a good, familiar feeling to him now. His green eyes locked on something as he sighed faintly as his mind began to get clouded, and the memories were growing hazy, which was what he wanted.

"Nothin'. I'm fine okay? Just leave it alone." Harry murmurd, his words slightly slurred as he turned away from Niall. He had forgotten about the bruises that littered his face that were visible. "I' fine I just um… fell." He lied with a shrug, his gaze turning back to Niall, who stood beside him. "And you look lovely, as always, Horan." He murmured, hoping to get th attention off of him. He flashed him a slight drunken, but mostly reassuring smile as he shifted in the stool he was sat on, sipping his beer as he spoke.

Harry sighed a bit and put his drink down, his gaze lingering on Niall. "It's pretty late out, Niall. Didn think you'd be up this late. Could you not sleep or something?" He asked, hoping to start casual conversation either he focus off himself and his endless gallery of bruises displayed upon his arms and legs, as well as his face. His fingers ran trough his hair and he bit down on his lower lip.

Harry nodded slowly, chewing his cheek. "I don't think alcohol is going to help you with your headache.." He murmured, eyebrows furrowed as he looked Niall over silently. He sighed and propped his head up with his elbow, his green eyed gaze flickering around the bar. It was the usual: People sweating and dancing, others getting so hysterically drunk that they had either passed out on the floor or they couldn't even sit down right anymore. He sighed and shook his head. He had been that drunk before....every night he had been, actually. They had even refused to give him drinks here for days because he always drank too much and either ended up passing out on their floor or puking...either way, it didn't leave them very happy.

Zayn glanced up at Louis, then moved his gaze to the contents of the bowl in his hand as he shoveled it down into his throat slowly, as not to once again upset his stomach. He shifted from where he sat. He knew what Louis was feeling. He felt the same way with Harry every time he caught that lad staring at him longingly. It was a bit odd...having your friend like you in a way that you didn't like that. If only Harry didn't like him...Larry could be real then, right? And then Louis would be happy. Who would care if Zayn wasn't? He wasn't happy now and he lived with it. He could live with it then as well.

Zayn curled up on his bed, letting his eyes fall to a close.

"Tell you what?" Harry asked, trying to play it off. "You need another?" He asked quietly, glancing over at him expectantly. He still loved Robin and Anne, an he didn't want Niall to call the police on them or something. So he forced a smile, his dimples denting his cheeks as he stared over at him softly.

"I-I can't tell you Niall. Please don't be mad I just… it's personal, okay? I-I'm not ready for anyone to know. I'm sorry." Harry whispered. The older boy was obviously getting frustrated, and that made Harry anxious. He hated it when Niall was upset with him, it made guilt bubble up inside of him, even if it wasn't his fault. "I-I'm sorry…I just can't tell you."

Harry smiled weakly and nodded, relieved at that. "Alright. Thank you, and there's nothing to forgive. I'm worse than you when it comes to getting frustrated, I'm willing to let it slid." He pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, and another smile lit up his face. "Now lets enjoy this time together while it lasts. My mum and Robin will want me home in time to make 'em breakfast. I love them but they are as lazy as lazy can be!"

Harry smiled and sighed in content. "I'm sorry… Robin and A-I mean, mum are really controlling over what O do nowadays. I guess they just really like my cooking, eh?" He chuckled, nuzzling Niall's cheek gently with his nose. "I-I love you Niall…"

Harry smiled as he stared at Niall, and smiled softly. "I love you too Ni." He whispered softly. He glanced back over his shoulder, meeting with the glare of Gemma as she pushed through the crowd. Gemma didn't tear Harry much different. She found it now to be able to talk about boys with we brother, though she didn't like him drinking so much. Gemma sat next to him as huffed. "Again Harry? Why are you always getting drunk?! I mean I know why and I'm sorry this is going in but getting drunk every waking moment isn't the answer!" Harry huffe at his sisters words and turned his head away.

"Whatever." Harry mumbled with a small sigh as he wrapped an arm around Niall. "I don't care! Just leave me alone…"

"Robin is looking for you! He'll…" Gemma glanced back at Niall, lowering her voice in hopes he wouldn't hear. "He'll hurt you again if you keep disappearing like this. I ant protect you and you won't let me get help! Please… stop this okay? You can get drunk sometimes, heck I'd join you but… not the way you have been. You can hardly remember the past two weeks!"

Harry wince at her words, his gaze moving from her to Niall. "My life, my choice. If sometimes happens to me because of them it's my problem…"

"Great, you scared my date." Harry sighed softly. "I'll be fine Gem, okay? Robin's not going to Dow nything to me. Why does it matter if I go out tonight anyways?"

"You'll be hungover in the morning, idiot. I'mll make breakfast for you tomorrow, but no more dinner after this. Please? And you need to do something about your bruises. Trying using make up. Makes then less visible." She turned her head to Niall. "I'll be back Haz." She walked over to Niall and sat down, staring at him intently. "Hey, how are you?"

"Look, I really just came over here to give you the 'my little brother likes you alot, break his eart and I'll kill you' talk. But I'm sure you know how it goes down! You break him, I break you, yeah?" Gemma murmured, tapping her fingers knthe table softly. "And try to Leo him quit deeming if he knows what's good for him. He'll probabaly and only listen to you…"

Gemma chewed her cheek and glanced over at him. "Um...just, stuff at home..." She replied slowly, her gaze falling to the table. "It's no big deal, really. He just...fell. He tripped and got hurt..." She lied, though no one in the Styles family had ever been much of an actor or actress. She hated lying but...Harry would kill her if she told anyone, especially Niall of all people.

I'll rp Louis, Niall and Zayn. You rp Liam and Harry.

IC: Louis sighed, lounging around in the flat he called home. He hadn't moved in a month or today, maybe?....Yes, it's been two months since the breakup and Louis still refused to go outside. He was just depressed. Eleanor left him for his best friend, Stan, practically breaking his heart to pieces and just leaving without another word. She had been cheating on him with his best friend for a month and he had been too stupid to notice. He should have seen the signs. He sighed again. Liam and Niall said he also had a date that day. Fun, another one of his set up dates from his friends...which never ended well. He didn't want to go, but they had insisted. They said his name was Harry, he was nineteen and he was cute, and he'd be picking Louis up around seven. So Louis had taken his first shower in two weeks, combed his hair, and basically got himself looking good. He didn't dress very fancy but not too casual either, as he hadn't a clue as to where the two were going. Hopefully it wasn't anything stupid like a kiddy park like one of the dates thought it'd be fun to go...don't even ask. He glanced around the flat, which was still covered with pictures of him and Eleanor. He did need to get over her, maybe, but he couldn't. Nope. She was the only person he ever really loved and she broke his heart, and first loves were always the hardest to forget...as well as the first heartbreak. He sighed and his shoulders slumped. He couldn't wait for this date to end, and it hadn't even started yet.

Louis was getting uneasy. Harry (that was the name wasn't it?) was supposed to pick him up soon. It wa four minutes to seven and he could arrive at any giving second. The twenty-one year old felt a lump forming in his throat as he swallowed hard. God, he just wanted to go back to drowning in his miseries in peace. Was that too much to ask? Apparently, it was. Finally Louis had resorted to pacing, as e was nothing more than a nervous wreck at this point.