Lifeline (A Larry Stylinson Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 4 - Awkward Moments (Edited: 5/1/21)

***Louis' POV***

Supper consisted of random conversations and laughter. Niall ate all of his food - plus some of Liam's! I mean seriously that lad can eat! We all headed to the living room and I popped in 'Finding Nemo' while Harry made the popcorn. With the remote control in hand, I played the movie as Harry sat down next to me. It was quiet during the film (except for Niall's groaning from time to time), but I swear I feel like someone's watching me. I slowly turn to my left to see Harry staring at me with this odd expression I can't read, I give him a questioning look. He shrugs and turns back to the movie, but it's my turn to watch him. I think I stared at him for the rest of the movie.

Zayn switched the lights back on causing everyone to groan from the sudden brightness. Eleanor gave me a kiss on the cheek before she got up and walked to her car. I made my way to the kitchen to wash the popcorn bowl as everyone said their 'goodbyes.' Moments later, I was saying goodnight to Harry and walking to my room. I changed into my sleep attire and headed to my personal washroom to brush my teeth. When I was finished, I turned down my bed and pulled the covers on top of myself. I honestly don't remember falling asleep, but I found myself enveloped in a deep sleep.

***Harry's POV***

What is wrong with me lately? I know I haven't been myself these past few months, but it's just a phase...or at least I hope it's one. It just feels like something's missing and I don't know why...or what it is. I finally snapped out of my thoughts and realized that I've been sitting here for about 10 minutes. I decide to go to my room and checkout what's happening on twitter. I walk to my room and grab my laptop and sit on my bed. I scroll through the endless feeds. I see quite a bit of mean comments but I tried to shrug them off. That was working until I got to one that cut so deep.

Ironic, huh? I'm a "cutter" and I said that it 'cut so deep.' Okay, that was a very sad attempt at a joke.

I really wish that I didn't care so much about what others thought, because then I wouldn't let them make me feel this way. I never thought I'd end up like this, I mean I'm the famous "Harry Styles" and I'm hurting myself just to cope with the pain. Wow, I'm so pathetic.

I look back at the screen to see that same comment glaring back at me. "@Harry_Styles I hate you! I hate everything about you! You're nothing but a womanizing jerk and spoiled brat! I may not know you, but then again why would I want to?"

I couldn't stop the tears from running down my cheeks fast enough, they started to pour onto the keys of my laptop. What did I do to deserve this kind of treatment? I know that I date a lot, but I'm only looking for love. I just want to find that special person that I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. These same people would really give me grief if they knew that I was falling for my best friend that happens to be a guy. What am I going to do?

I couldn't take the pain anymore, so I made a beeline for my washroom and locked the door behind me. I don't want to be selfish because I know it will hurt the people I love most. 'Just end your worthless life already punk!' My subconscious hollered at me. 'Don't listen to him Harry. He just wants you to give up so he can rub it in my face, that I couldn't save you and fix you." I couldn't keep it all inside, so I grabbed my razor, a bottle of antiseptic, some bandages, and cotton swabs.

I started to clean my wrist and razor hurriedly so I could make the pain go away faster. I finally finished, and started to make short, deep incisions into my skin. It hurt so much but it felt so good at the same time. I slowly started to carve the word 'pain' into my wrist, and I was overcome by this feeling of intense pleasure. I don't know what happened to me, the old me. I never was a masochistic freak, in love with self-caused pain.

With every slice my skin craved more and more of the blade. When I finally stopped, there was a sum of 12 cuts on my wrist, some long and others short. I started to clean up the cuts and prepare for bed, suddenly feeling very lethargic. I got into bed and pulled the covers over myself and fell into a rather deep slumber.

***Louis' POV ***

I found myself in a very strange dream, there was no one around for miles. I stood in the middle of a barren forest, all alone and confused.

"Harry!?!" I screamed as loud as I could but there was no answer.

"Liam?" I yelled aloud and again received no response.

"Zayn?!?" I hollered out once more but yet again there was silence.

"Niall?" I shouted as loud as humanly possible.

"Anyone?!?" I raised my voice again.

This time instead of silence I received dark, psychotic laughing. Immediately, fear spread throughout my entire being. I've heard this laughter before...but it couldn't be him.

A/N: Sorry if it's short but I have to maintain some mystery! I have to ask you guys a question that is very vital to the story! *Sorry if I'm shouting.* Who do you want the person in Lou's dream to be? If you read the Author's note comment "Twerkmaster!" The best comment will receive a dedication! Otherwise vote, rate, and fan please!