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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Liam_Payne/Harry_Styles, Niall_Horan/Harry_Styles, Perrie_Edwards/Zayn
      Malik
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Liam_Payne, Niall_Horan, Original_Female_Character(s), Zayn
      Malik, Louis_Tomlinson, Perrie_Edwards
  Additional Tags:
      Blood, Rape, Murder, Gore, Psychological_Horror, Horror, adult!Harry,
      psycho!Harry, murderer!Harry, child!Liam, Alternate_Universe_-_1950s,
      Dead_Body, Russian_Roulette, Pedophilia, 1950s, Subspace, Anal_Sex,
      Sexual_Content, Body_Part_Kinks, sub!Harry, Light_BDSM, dom!Niall,
      Physical_Abuse, Verbal_Abuse, Light_Angst, Self-Resurrection, Minor
      Character_Death
  Series:
      Part 2 of 1D_Horror
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-02-26 Completed: 2014-03-27 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 9839
****** The Red Lollipop Man ******
by Legna
Summary
     In the town called Claxton, located in Georgia, there resides a man
     who love lollipops with a certain flavor.
Notes
     THIS IS ANOTHER HORROR FIC.....HORROR HORROR HORROR. Gross,
     disgusting...with blood and gore and horrific shit. It's not a walk
     in the park or contains unicorns and roses and shit.
     Read the tags, yeah?
     You've been warned and if you choose to still READ it then call me a
     sick fuck or twisted freak.......like seriously?
See the end of the work for more notes
***** All You Have To Do is Dream, Dream, Dream *****
Claxton, Georgia. Spring 1959.
Harry turns the knob on the radio to increase the volume of his favorite song.
Even though it's two years old, it's still a great song and he sings along.
"Everyday, it's a-gettin' closer. Goin' faster than a rollercoaster. Love like
yours will surely come my waayy. A-hey, a-hey-hey!"
He sings the rest of the song while making a batch of his favorite lollipop,
stirring the dissolved sugar, water and corn syrup then adding the best
ingredient.
Mrs. Harvey.
Golly, she was a struggle. It took minutes to try snapping her neck. Mrs.
Harvey attempted fighting for her life, and managed to scratch Harry in the
face. That only made him angrier. So he used the rest of his strength, twisting
her head to the side and feeling a heavy 'pop'.
"It's okay, Mrs. Harvey. You did good. You did...so well." He caresses her dead
face with his hand then brushed off the blond strand of hair out of her brown
eyes. "You have no idea....how much you means to me...and others." He giggles,
standing from the floor, staring at the dead body. Mrs. Harvey is still warm so
this is an opportunity that he have to take advantage of.
Harry hums, leaving Mrs. Harvey's bedroom to go into the kitchen. After
searching and observing which knife to use, he chose a long, thick one which
can be used to cut fruit, veggies and light meat. Oh, it's perfect.
He continues to hum, walking back to her bedroom. Her body is still there,
slowly rotting. Who knows where her soul is....
"You're a good one, Mrs. Harvey." He shares to the corpse, rising the knife up
then stabbing every part of her body.
First, the stomach.
Squish.
Then the chest,
Crack. Squish.
Her arms and legs too.
Crack, crack, squish.
Harry really enjoys the sounds. The look on his face is intense and focused;
his lips are tensed up together and he's breathing as calm he could be,
ignoring small splatters of blood on his face and hair.
Another stab in the stomach, close to her intestines. Squish, squelch.
Such beautiful sounds and a beautiful sight of blood leaking out and spraying
all over the floor and on Harry's hands. He quickly grabs a tupperware bowl,
placing the edge against her stomach and watches the blood leaking into the
bowl.
"Mm." He moans, imagining the frothy taste hitting his taste buds.
But instead.....he poured it in the lollipop mixture.
The song ends, transitioning to an Elvis song. He smiles because, well, he love
Elvis Presley. He sings along with Elvis, pouring the lollipop mixture into the
sphere shaped molds and waits for it to cool down from the heat.
"I've been so lonely, baby.. I've been so lonely, I could die."
For a moment, he think about the lyrics of the song then compares it to his
current situation. Yeah, it's sad and depressing but it's a catchy tune. It's
relatable, accurately relatable to Harry and he tried not to get sad about it.
There's no time to be sad.
****
He was only minding his business, walking down a street in town to pick up art
supplies until a young boy, probably eight or nine or ten years old, had
accidentally bumped into him. Harry nearly choked on his lollipop; he was
finishing it and the sudden impact of the young boy not being careful, caused
the lollipop to lodge down his throat.
Thanks to reflexes from adrenaline, he grabs the candy on time, taking it out.
"Gee whiz! Sorry, Mister!" The young boy exclaims, blushing from embarassment.
The boy was carrying a couple of books, which are now on the ground. Harry
decides to be the nice man that he is, helping the boy with the books. He bent
down, picking them up as the boy is still standing, speechless.
"It's a'ight, sport. Gotta pay attention to where ya goin', right?" Harry
smiles at him, handling the books to the boy. "Are you okay, by the way? I
didn't hurt you?"
The boy shakes his head, retrieving his books for school. Harry stands, looking
down at the small human.
He look cute. Well, he's pudgy...the kid had one too many donuts or didn't care
about attending gym class. "Good. What's your name? I'm Harry."
"I'm Liam. Excuse me, mister, but I have to go to school. I'm gonna be late."
Liam tries to manuever around Harry, avoiding eye contact but Harry stopped
him.
"Wait, Liam. You forgot somethin'." Harry holds up a pencil, which is Liam's.
The boy didn't even realise that he dropped it along with the books. He reach
out for it, thanking Harry.
There's something about the adult that is...alluring. Liam can feel it. Harry
is a handsome guy, for sure. He's tall and lean, wearing a white tee, black
pants and a gray leather jacket. His hair is slicked back with way too much
grease but it works for him. He look like he could be a backup dancer for Elvis
Presley.
Harry licks his lips, taking a chance, just for the hell of it. "You like
lollipops, Liam?" The boys beams, hearing that question. He loves candy. His
personal favorite candy is gummy bears. Lollipops aren't so bad.
"Yes, please. Where is it?"
Harry finds it cute on how polite Liam is. He pats his hands on his pants then
on his jacket, pretending to try finding a lollipop for Liam. He already knew
he didn't have one on him.....he got this all planned out. "Oh darn, I don't
have any left on me. They're all at my house."
Liam frowns, dropping his eyes at the ground and skips a foot alleviate the
awkwardness.
Harry spoke again. "But...my house is down the block. If we quickly walk there,
I can give you a lollipop then you'll be on your way to school. Sounds good?"
The frown on Liam's face disappears, and he nodded, following Harry to the
home.
****
Somehow, Liam finds himself tied to a bed that he isn't familiar with. He's
completely naked and he feels woozy even though he's lying down in the bed.
This isn't supposed to happen. Liam should be in school now, learning new
mathematics. He was supposed to get a lollipop then go on his way to school.
The young boy recalls to the moment when he entered Harry's home.
It was clean and comfortable with a scent of raspberries in the atmosphere and
music playing somewhere in a room. Both Harry and Liam hums to the Everly
Brothers song as Liam got comfy, sitting on Harry's couch and Harry goes to the
kitchen for some lollipops.
He comes back, smiling and without his jacket on. "Here ya go."
Liam gratefully takes it, observing the state of the candy on a stick. The
color is deep red and has a weird smell. "What flavor is it? Cherry? I like
cherry." He's used to transparent hard candy....so this lollipop looks odd.
Harry is already sucking on his lolly, enjoying the taste of blood and sugar.
He shook his head, popping his dimples in a smirk. "Nope, it's not cherry. Try
it. You'll like it."
And Liam sticks his tongue out, licking the circular, sweet ball from bottom to
the top then all around. Then he puts it in his mouth, letting the very
different flavor hit his taste buds.
He can't....tell what it is. Cherry is out of the question. It is definitely
not strawberry and any type of fruit....but he like it. Harry watches in awe at
Liam enjoying the lollipop, licking it over and over, sucking in and hollowing
his cheeks.
The kid doesn't know it but he's giving a fucking blowjob to a blood lollipop.
And darn, darn, darn.....Harry is hard in his pants. "I see that you like it. I
have more. There's grape flavor." Harry announces, already going to the
kitchen.
Unbeknowst to Liam, the grape flavored lollipops are full of different drugs.
After finishing the red lollipop, he moves onto the grape one, licking and
licking. A few minutes later, he felt funny and kind of sleepy. He took a look
at Harry and the image of him is blurry. Actually, everything around him is
blurry.
For some reason, he can't stop giggling. "Harry...ha ha. Oh, Harry, mister. I
feel.....good! And weird. Why....why do I feel like this?"
Harry sat closer to Liam. The hunger and lust was basically radiating off of
the man; Liam was too drugged to notice. He remembers Harry kissing him on the
lips and Liam giggled so hard like a school girl. It didn't take that long for
Liam to pass out.
Now...
He's finding himself naked and scared....trapped to a stranger's bed. He notice
that his butthole feels painful with a burning sensation; as if something had
went inside of it. Or he had took a massive crap.
"Harry?! Harry, are you there? Help me, please!"
There's heavy footsteps, coming closer to the bedroom then it stops. Liam is
breathing harder because he's nervous and he doesn't know what to expect. Those
few seconds of waiting, felt like forever before the door finally opened and
Harry shows up with a wide grin on face and a small syringe in his hand.
He's also naked too. Liam blushes at seeing another man's penis. He thought, it
is so much bigger than his own and why is he naked anyway? Why are they both
naked? What's going on?
"Hey, Liam buddy." Harry crawls on the bed and on top of Liam, meeting face to
face. He had Liam's limbs tied with ropes to the edges of the bed set. While
Liam was out of it, he prepared the tiny asshole...only with saliva.
Liam starts crying, begging for Harry to let him go. "Please, mister. I need to
get to school. My friends and my teachers.....my parents too. They all will
worry about me." His brown eyes shines with tears and his face is flushed. God,
it make him look pretty.
"Shh, shh....it's okay, baby. This will be over soon. Just..." Harry coos to
the boy, sticks the needle on Liam's arm and pushing the substance into Liam's
veins. "Just go to sleep....you're gonna sleep.....and have a nice dream. A
beautiful dream."
Harry figured, if he is going to do something like this, then the kid oughta
not see it or experience it. It's best to send a kid to a happy place when
something awful is being done to 'em. Harry is not that heartless.
The drug worked at a fast pace, making Liam unconscious again. His eyes slowly
closes and the tension in his body goes away. Harry sighed a breath of relief,
placing the syringe on the table. "Good sport." He mumbles, kissing Liam's
small lips.
Several thoughts ran through Harry's mind as he fucked the boy, snapping his
hips against the smaller body.
Hmm....should I preserve him? Or make a big dinner tonight? Will he taste good
with salt and pepper only? Or maybe use his meat to make a nice burger?
So many options...
For now, he enjoys making love to the boy instead of already making a decision
on what to do with him for later.
***** Home *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
He spun it around and around...and around. He spun it for hours, just gazing at
the silver end, knowing that there's only one round inside. He didn't even
think about food or water or going to the bathroom. How can anyone think about
that shit when you have a revolver in front of you?
Luckily, he isn't alone.
"You wanna play with me, Liam?" Harry asks, his voice dry and with no emotion.
Of course, the fat kid starts crying again. "No, no, no. Please, mister. I
don't want to! I just want to go home!" He squirms slightly, scared to move
from the chair. For some reason, Harry decided to keep the kid alive for a
while. He made sure to nourish him and to give him a fresh change of clothes.
Again, he's not that heartless.
He just made sure that the little asshole won't escape.
"Liam, it's just a game. Everyone plays it. No one will get hurt." Harry
encourages in a soft voice, bending closer to Liam so the kid could understand.
"Play with me....please. Then we can eat and I'll let you go." He gives a small
smile, which came off as creepy to Liam. Harry thought he was being charming.
"You promise? To let me go?"
Harry puts on his hand on his chest. "May God strikes me down if I'm lying."
Harry chuckles in his head at that phrase because Harry does not believe in
God. Liam, being the ignorant child that he is, believes Harry and moves closer
to the small, black table in between both of them. "How do you play?"
"You spin it. When it stops and points at a player, that player have to take
the gun, stick it in his mouth, and pull the trigger. There's one bullet in
there. I don't know where exactly it is. I might die. You might die. Or we
won't die. But...if I die, you will definitely be free to go. If you die....I
get to...have my fun." Harry explained with the same creepy smile and with lust
in his eyes.
Liam thinks this is too dangerous. He doesn't want to die. He's only a kid and
he have so much to accomplish in his ongoing lifetime.
"I don't feel good about this. I don't..." He sighs, looking down. "I don't
want to die."
Something snapped in Harry, causing him to grab the knife from behind his back
and brings it so dangerously close to Liam's throat, threatening him. "Listen
here, kid. You're gonna fuckin' play. Whether you like it or not. Don't be such
a fuckin' IDIOT. YOU have an opportunity to go home. We play this game and what
if I die? Huh? What if I get the damn bullet? For goodness' sake, Liam...do you
know what that means? A guy like me.....a sadistic, sick, killing bastard, will
be gone forever and you get to live and no longer experience traumatic shit,
growing up to be deranged and damaged. Do you understand? Do you? DO YOU?!"
Liam has never been so confused in his young life. It's like...either Harry
want to hurt him or help him. Liam can't tell which.
"Okay, okay. I understand, mister. I'll p-play."
Harry calms down, placing the knife besides him, just in case. He takes a
couple of deep breaths and smiles again. "Then let's play. I'll go first, since
I'm older." He hold his right index finger under the small barrel, moving
upward, letting the gun spin. It spins and spins....over and over. The spinning
slows by each second; Liam is scared, and he can feel his heart urging to
burst. The same feeling is in Harry. Shit, he might actually die tonight.
The guns stops, pointing at Liam.
The man and the boy stares at it then at each other, with lips parted and fear
of death growing.
"Alright....Liam. Pick it up." Harry orders, sitting back comfortably, watching
the kid trembles. Liam really, really hoped that the gun would point at Harry
and the bullet would be close so that...he could go home. His hopes and prayers
just got shattered. He slowly grasps the gun, his tiny, pudgy fingers wrapping
around it and points the end in his face. He opens his mouth, sticking the end
of the barrel down his throat.
Liam never cries so quickly. He look at Harry with a gun in his own mouth, with
his finger on the trigger of the revolver. Hot tears runs down his face and his
hand is shaking. Harry nods, giving the go to pull the trigger.
He pulls.
Click.
So, he didn't die. Liam cries tears of joy, putting the gun back on the table.
"It's your turn to spin it." Harry says, and Liam spins it like the way Harry
did. The gun spins and spins, not as fast as Harry had spun it. But it already
starts to slows and Liam prays again that it doesn't points to him....again.
The guns slows and stops at Harry. Relief floods all over Liam. Harry nods,
understanding that this is the moment where he'll die or not. It's 50/50. He
hopes that he doesn't.. he would love to do more to the little, fat kid. But
deep down inside, he deserves what's coming to him and he really want Liam to
survive and go home.
Harry picks up the gun, putting the barrel in his mouth, the same notion as
Liam's, and slowly wraps his finger on the trigger. His face didn't change,
showing no emotion, no fear or regret. Whatever happen, happens.
He pulls the trigger and....
Click.
Harry survives. He closes his eyes, embracing that his life didn't end right
then and there. Liam is sad because his torturing rapist gets to live. At
least, he'll go home, like Harry promised.
"Mister? Are we done? Are we gonna eat and I can go home? Like you said? I
played! I did what you asked. Please, please let me go."
Harry opens his eyes; the green irises are vivid and big, appearing to be
innocent. "No. You were never going home. I lied."
Well, that is the truth. Liam couldn't go home except for probably his funeral.
Unfortunately, Liam died from an overdose while Harry was fucking him. His body
started rotting over a week ago.
Harry stares at the dead body decomposing and staining on the chair. He don't
mind because he needed company, dead or alive, to help him play russian
roulette by himself. He hoped and prayed, that he would die. Putting the gun in
his mouth twice and making it out alive, astonished him.
Pretending that Liam was still living, helped calmed him. He talks in a small
voice, imitating Liam. "Oh, mister, please. You have to let me go! Please,
please!"
Harry responds to himself, in his normal voice. "I'm sorry, Liam. I can't.
Look, how about we dance? Can you dance with me?" He stands, turning on the
radio and one of the best and ironic songs starts to play.
"Lollipop, lollipop... oh lolli, lolli, lolli. Lollipop, lollipop. Call my baby
lollipop. Tell you why. His kiss is sweeter than an apple pie...."
Harry sings along, picking up and holding Liam's body against himself, waltzing
around the living room. "Oh, lolli lolli! Lollipop! Lollipop!" He tries to
ignore the sounds of Liam's organs swishing and the head almost falling off.
"'Mister, I don't want to dance. I'm not a good dancer! I want to go home!"
Harry says in a childish voice. Then he laughs, still dancing with the dead
body, resisting Liam's pleas.
"Liam, babe. This is your home. You're at home....with me."
Chapter End Notes
     I'm so giddy at that plot twist. Ahh..
***** Let Me Tell You Something About My Best Friend *****
Chapter Notes
     Even crazy murderers have soft spots...
     There's also some narry booty sex going on in here.
It is absolutely lovely and swell to visit Lenny's soda fountain shop. Lenny
makes the best milkshakes in all of Claxton. Whenever Harry gets the chance, he
goes by Lenny's and orders an extra thick, chocolate milkshake with little whip
and too many drizzles of chocolate syrup on top. It's heaven in a glass cup.
It's one of those days. Rainy, gloomy and boring. Not much of news besides a
little, fat boy who had gone missing and an older lady being murdered, sliced
up in her own home and her blood mysteriously drained. Harry sighs, sipping his
milkshake through a long, blue straw and quietly listens to slow songs playing
from the jukebox.
He doesn't have to work today. It's his day off....and there isn't anybody
around to give him some fun. He considered strangling Lenny but....goddamn it,
Lenny makes some really good milkshakes.
Harry may be a murdering, crazy bastard but he's still human. He have human
aspects. He didn't mean to but he showed one of those aspects when someone
suddenly put their hands on Harry's shoulders, scaring the shit out of him.
"Holy, cow!" He exclaims, almost knocking over the milkshake. He turns around
then rolls his eyes, returning to his initial position and drinks more of his
milkshake. "Fuckin' asshole. Don't ever pull that shit again. I'll fuckin' kill
you and your mother and your father and everyone else you loves."
"Not if I kill you first." The guy sat besides Harry, laughing. "Come on, bro.
That's how you act when seeing your best friend of many years?"
Harry couldn't stay mad, not at his best friend for sure. "Yeah, yeah,
whatever. Come here." Harry hugs him, smiling and remembering everything that
they both have been through together.
"I missed you, Niall." Harry stated, with a smile but his voice came out as
vulnerable.
Niall can see the fondness literally shining out of the man with the greasy,
brown hair. It's genuine and strong. Even though Harry almost killed him more
than once when they was kids, Niall still loves the crazy bastard. "I missed
you too. I brought a friend with me. She's coming later but uh, are you busy
for now? Besides slurping down that shake?"
Harry shakes his head, grinning because he have an idea of what Niall wants to
do. "Nope. I have a day off. Don't have shit to do." He shrugs, feeling giddy
inside when a smile appears wider on Niall's face.
Niall leans closer to Harry, not caring what the other customers is thinking of
how close they are in public. "Good....great."
****
Harry pants, whining every time Niall hits his prostate with his cock. He got
his hands tied up behind his back and his face pushed down in the pillow. It
was Niall's idea because Niall is into that kind of stuff, dominating another
man. And Harry, he is surprisingly submissive.
"You've been a bad boy, right, Harry? Going around and killing people?" Niall
smacks one of Harry's ass cheeks, eliciting a groan from the man below him.
"Yesss, I've been a bad boy. Punish me, Niall. Give me what I deserve."
Niall wraps one of his hands around Harry's throat, choking him harder than he
wanted to. But Harry shouldn't mind; Harry has a kink of being on the verge of
death and he gets thrills from it.
Harry coughs, trying to speak. "Ch-choke me h-harder...come on, babe...."
That didn't sit right with Niall so he stops choking him. "Are you crazy? You
want me to crush your damn windpipes?" He leans closer to Harry's left ear,
almost whispering. "Does the thought of me killing you, gets you off, Harry?
Are you really that kinky? The thought and feel....of you dying by my own
hands....make you wanna bust? You sick, fucked up man..."
Harry comes hard, spurting his semen on the sheets of the his bed. His entire
upper body is pink and he can feel his heart throbbing in his chest. He never
had an orgasm like that. Niall never seen that either.
"Fuck's sake...Harry." He continues fucking into Harry, using his ass to catch
up and finish while Harry just lays there, still in his high and falling in and
out of a trance. His eyes open and closes......opens....then closes. The deeper
he falls into this trance, the lighter he feel.
"Harry! Harry? Are you okay?" Niall smacks Harry's face, pulling out of his
asshole after he finished coming. He had to slap Harry awake, leaving red marks
on Harry's face. "You good? You're not gonna die, are you? That's a weird way
to die.....being fucked to death? Ha."
Harry nods, opening his eyes again. 'Yeah, I'm good. I needed that.." He smiles
at Niall, to indicate that he's okay. "Untie me?" He asks meekly.
"Sure." Niall unties the rope off Harry's wrists, then throws them on the floor
beside the bed. "Who was your latest victim?"
They both lay in Harry's bed, side by side, gazing into each other's eyes.
Harry doesn't feel like getting up, at all but since Niall asked....
"Wanna meet him?" His tone is nonchalant but Niall is oblivious to that. The
blond haired man is up and excited for anything.
"Hell yes, of course! Where is he?"
****
Both men made a quick tour to Harry's dark basement, standing stark naked and
admiring every piece of Liam's body preserved in multiple jars. Before Liam
could seriously stink up the place, Harry thought it was the best idea to chop
the boy up, saving the best limbs and soaking them in vinegar. He spent so much
time and money, finding giant jars and they are well worth it.
On a tall shelf with four levels, the jars are arranged from largest to
smallest, going down each level. The jar that could catch anyone's eye is
Liam's peeled face, just floating up in the thick liquid. Harry had cut out the
lips and eyes. It looked better that way, like a mask.
Then you have the legs.
The hands.
The organs.
Liam's heart.
The brain and some bones.
Also, the penis.
They all looks absolutely beautiful, Harry thought. Just very unique, beautiful
pieces of a child. He points to a small jar containing Liam's eyes.
"This one is my favourite. They're pretty, aren't they? Pretty and brown."
Niall agrees. Personally, Niall likes the feet and hands. He don't know why; he
just do. "I like your collection, Harry Berry but uh, this is strange, coming
from you."
Harry looked at Niall as if he's an idiot. "Have you met me?"
Niall's laughter erupted, vibrating through the large room. "More than that.
It's strange but....yeah. Yeah, I like it. How old was he?" Harry shrugs. He
didn't care about the age of Liam. Niiall shrugs as well, looking at the
visible veins on Liam's skin hanging on the wall. "That would make a nice coat,
right?"
They both giggled like schoolgirls, and further embraced Harry's little
disgusting museum of a naive chid then made love three or four more times
throughout the house, and catching up as best friends.
 
Harry remembers another thing to show Niall. He's smiling too hard, almost
creepy like. "You should try one of my lollipops. They're really tasty."
***** Bloody Cunt *****
Chapter Summary
     This chapter is dedicated to Kaiarocks1
Chapter Notes
     Wow, the title sounds like a woman's period or some shit. Lmao
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"You know, I don't think I like your friend. She's too stingy." Harry mentions,
taking a sip of gin. It's a cool night with breezes of wind flowing in the open
windows of Harry's home. The moonlight is bright and Elvis is singing from the
speakers of Harry's favorite radio. Niall is still there, smoking a thick
cigarette and writing up a plan for the next couple of days. Darcy, Niall's
friend, scoffs at Harry, stealing the glass of gin away from him.
She's pretty but she's a cunt. Darcy fills the stereotype of a typical pin-up
wannabe, with her platinum blonde hair curled up in an updo, and wears heavy
eyeliner with a white and blue polka dot form-fitting outfit. "Do you know I'm
right here? Asshole." She sips the gin, rolling her vivid, blue eyes at Harry.
If anything, she's a twin of Niall. Funny thing is, Niall and Darcy fucks
sometimes.
"Did you know that your boyfriend fucked me?" Harry remarks in a sarcastic
tone. He loves the expression of Darcy's face yet she tries to hold her tongue.
Niall shook his head because he hates it when his two best friends fights.
"Harry, be nice. Seriously..." He went back to scratching the pencil on a pad
of paper, forming sentences of locations, names, times and who does what. They
have a plan to rob Carl Green, the nicest pharmacist/cashier in the best
pharmacy of Claxton. Harry, Niall and Darcy all have one thing in common.
They commits crimes. Harry kills. Niall steals. Darcy deals and creates drugs.
So Harry wants Mr. Green's blood. Niall wants money and materials. Darcy wants
to mix up allergy pills and painkillers.
"We're not together, psycho. And I don't care if you two fucks or not." All
Harry does is chuckles. Darcy absolutely hates Harry's guts. "I'm tired of you
fucking with me, Harry. You know that? You're no better than me. You're no
goddamn better than me or Niall. That's for goddamn sure! Fuck you! Fuck you,
Harry!"
Niall has heard enough. "Alright, ALRIGHT, Darcy! Cool it!" He stood from the
couch, facing Darcy. "Just leave it alone and cool it. We have work to do and I
don't need you goin' around and clucking that damn mouth."
That's the start of an argument between Niall and Darcy; Harry just sits and
watch, looking back and forth between the two blond haired people. It was
hilarious to see Darcy scream her head off, over nothing. Niall couldn't keep
his voice calm. It got to the point where Darcy says something offensive: "I
rather be a bitch than a tainted jerk who fucks homosexuals!"
A new level of a temper broke as Niall slaps Darcy with the back of his hand.
"Fuck off. I do what I want and I love Harry. Don't you ever dare judge me on
that." Niall sat back down, putting the cigarette back in his mouth. Darcy
holds her face with her small hands, staring at Niall with wide, shocked eyes.
It's not the first time this happened but she didn't expect it to happen again.
"Fuck you. I'm going to take a shower." She storms out of the living room,
leaving the two men alone.
Harry moves closer to Niall, resting his head on Niall's shoulder. "I could get
rid of her, if you want me to." He whispers with a smirk, rubbing his hand on
one of Niall's thighs.
Niall may be laughing but he's serious when he say, "Nooo, you're not gon' kill
her. She's my friend. Try to get along with her, Harry Berry. We need her if we
want to rob the pharmacy tomorrow. Alright? So leave her alone, please."
Although, Harry is disappointed. He hoped that Niall didn't care about Darcy
anymore. "Fine. I'll try." Harry just lied.
****
The feel of the warm-hot water on Darcy's naked body is so good and relaxing.
She silently hums, lathering a flower scented soap on her body, rubbing the
bubbles between her breasts and down to her stomach. She randomly thought of
how much she hates Harry and anger boils in her core again.
The reason why Harry and her bumps heads, is because Harry creeps her out;
that's not to his knowledge though. For goodness' sake, he kills. He kills
people. How do he sleep at night? He kills and fucks children and fucks men. He
puts blood in candy. How the hell do he sleep?. That goes through her mind and
she wonders on how Niall tolerates Harry. Darcy, of course, understands that
the two men have been friends for the longest time but...
Harry kills. Out of enjoyment. He enjoys it.
They've been friends since they was children. Niall and Darcy have only been
friends for two years so far. Literally, after meeting for the first time at
the movies and telling each other their names, they started making out; that
leads to sex and six months later, they became friends and partners in crime,
stealing and dealing drugs together.
In the second year of knowing Niall, Darcy met Harry. Darcy liked Harry at
first, with no knowledge of his history. Harry hated Darcy automatically
because he knew she was an ignorant cunt.
Before she would become utmost angry again, she calms down, rubbing her two
fingers down from her naval to her rising clit. She moans at the contact,
imagining that Niall is flicking her clit with his thick tongue. "Shit.." She
exclaims then jumps from surprise when hearing the bathroom door opening. "Damn
it, Niall. You scared me. And I think we should talk. We should talk about
Harry." She says out loud as she listens to the sounds of clothes being taken
off and dropped to the floor.
"We need to get rid of him, yeah? He....I don't know. He doesn't sit right with
me. I know you love him like a brother....or more than that but honestly....I
honestly think that you can do better and get rid of him. You don't need him."
She continues talking as she felt a presence entering the shower and standing
behind her. She kept her eyes closed, dipping her head under the water to rinse
out the shampoo that was marinating in her hair.
"Yeah, so get rid of him....and put your cock in me? Please?" She bends over,
placing her hands on the wall of the shower, waiting...
A big hand grasps her neck and pulls her backwards, making her almost slip and
stumble, struggling to get out of the strong and painful grip. "Aah! God, no!
LET ME GO! AAH, NIALLL!"
"Shh, shh. It's okay." It's not even Niall. Darcy recognises Harry's voice.
"Just calm down. If you don't..." Harry shows something that he hid behind his
back, waving the large knife in front of Darcy as he still held onto his neck,
slightly choking her. "I'll slit your fuckin' throat. But you know what's
funny, Darce?" He chuckles, placing the thin and sharp edge of the knife
against her throat.
"I thought the same about you. I wanted to get rid of you. And I believe, I
truly believes that Niall can do better than you."
Darcy didn't have time to respond or to react. Harry dragged the knife from the
thick bottom end to the pointy top, slicing her pale skin and inducing heavy
blood to spurt out across the walls of the shower. Her body jerks and blood
pours down on her breasts to her stomach and her legs, reaching to her feet
then finally down the drain of the shower. Her eyes rolls back and her eyelids
closes as she loses more blood, taking her last breaths.
Harry sighs out of content. Yeah, Niall is going to be mad. But he couldn't
stand the cunt.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm sorry that Niall slapped the shit out of you.
     It was the 1950s, right?
     Bitches got slapped a lot back in the old days....
***** Burn, Baby, Burn *****
Chapter Summary
     Niall can't take it anymore.
Niall felt like he waited too long for Harry to come back from his bathroom
break. He said he only had to pee. Well, then he must be taking a hardcore dump
too because it has been ten minutes. Usually, it takes a guy thirty seconds to
pull out, pee, shake and go.
So he got up to go check on Harry. Knocking on the door, he calls out to Harry
and Darcy. He realises....that Harry only have one bathroom in his entire home.
Harry...and Darcy...in the bathroom...together. Darcy is supposedly taking a
shower yet Harry needed to use the toilet....and the door is closed.
There's silence as well.
A new theory of Harry and Darcy making up and fucking just formed in Niall's
mind. That could be the best thing ever and he never thought he would see the
day of Harry and Darcy being friends or actually talking or better
yet.....being alone together. He knows that Harry is homosexual but maybe the
old sport wanted to experiment. "I'll be damned." He mutters. He knocks on the
door again. "Harry? Is everything alright?" He asks in a playful tone. "Are you
guys....having fun?" He laughs after that, placing his hands on his stomach
because the hilarity is too much and it hurts him. "Come on, guys. I'm not mad.
I don't mind if you two fucks or whatever but you can't try to hide this from
me. Just try to-"
The door abruptly opens, with Harry standing there, naked and wet of water.
Niall scans his nude body, surprised and happy that his best friends....are now
friends.
"Shit. Ha ha....did you enjoy yourself, Harry? She's wild, ain't she?" Niall
wiggles his eyebrows, grinning from ear to ear. Harry is obviously confused as
he walks out, closing the door behind him.
"What are you talking about?"
"Darcy. You two. You and her.....were, you know. You and her was...in the
shower. Right?" Niall's eyes looks down at Harry's body again. He takes note of
a brand new tattoo on Harry's chest. It's strange that he didn't see it before.
"When d'ya get that?" He points his index finger at the tattoo, which is in
inked in black and have a shape of a star inside of a circle.
Harry looks down at his chest, smiling at the new tattoo. "A few months ago.
Um, after I left your house. And how'ya know I was in the shower with her?
Geez...were you spying?" Harry opens the door, walking back inside. "You wanna
help clean up?"
Just like Harry was a moment ago, Niall is confused. "Clean up what?"
Harry gestures for Niall to come inside then bent down to look for a container
of bleach in a cabinet under the sink. Niall comes to view his not-official-
girlfriend/fuck toy/friend lying dead and bloodied up in the tub.
Niall falls to the floor on his knees, and slowly crawls to Darcy, crying and
grimacing at this horrible situation. "Oh, my god. No, no, no, no, Darcy....no.
God, no." He slid his arms under her, lifting her up and pulls her out of the
tub, gently dragging her into his arms. He sat down on the floor, rocking Darcy
and gazes at her lifeless eyes. "Why, Harry? Why did you..." He cries more and
harder, refusing to look at Harry. "Why'ya do this? She was my friend. I needed
her."
Harry puts the bleach on the bathroom counter, then walks over to Niall and
kneels besides him. "Niall..." He attempted to comfort Niall, putting his hand
on Niall's shoulder.
"NO! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" Niall drops the dead body on the floor and stood,
attacking Harry and throws punches at him. "Why! Fuckin' asshole! I NEEDED HER!
I NEEDED MY FRIEND, HARRY!" He punches Harry again, in the face then at his
ribs. Blood starts to drips from Harry's nose as he tries to defend himself,
lying on the floor.
He let Niall takes his anger out instead of fighting back. He know he deserves
the beating. Any types of pain doesn't affect him like it used to. Ever
since....ever since he joined a certain group, he doesn't feel pain or regrets
or any negativity. Harry is all joy and love....and full of craziness.
"You shit....bastard." Niall is tired of fighting. He punched and kicked Harry
numerous times, wearing himself out then he stops, looking down at Harry then
at Darcy. "I'm done. I'm done with you. We've been friends for a long time and
I took your bullshit so many times. I don't mind how you are, Harry. Like, I
understand you and I gets that you have needs. I gets it. But never had you
lied to me or disobeyed me so I'm done."
After a few minutes of embracing the last painful moments with his friends,
Niall leaves the bathroom, going to Harry's bedroom meanwhile Harry stays on
the floor and for the first time in his life, living for twenty-four years, he
cries.
****
Niall packs up to leave, throwing every article of clothing in the large, brown
suitcase. He've only been here for two days and he's already departing on a bad
note. This was not supposed to happen. Niall, Harry and Darcy all founded a
plan; a simple plan. The outcome was expected to be good so everyone would be
happy with their needs filled.
But no.
Harry. Crazy, murderous Harry, had to ruin it.
Niall finishes going through the small drawer that Harry had brought for Niall,
just in case if he stays longer than anticipated. He carefully counted every
thing he owned and double checks the drawer. It's empty but Niall knows he's
missing something.
"Aftershave." He mumbles, remembering that he had put it on Harry's nightstand
instead. He grabs for it and a small book had caught his eye. On the cover,
there lies the same symbol on Harry's chest. He didn't pay much attention to it
and tries to ignore it.
Maybe it's nothing. The tattoo doesn't mean anything.
Niall doesn't listen to the rational voice in his head, taking the book off of
the nightstand. He sat down on the bed as he opens the book, reading page after
page after page. Not exactly reading but a quick scan of everything.
"No...no way." What's in this book, blew Niall's mind. "No, Harry, no." He
reads the last line of the very last paragraph in the final page.
In order to kill one, one must be burned in a state of vulnerability at the
site of depicted abode.
It hits Niall on what he have to do. It will hurt him emotionally and there may
be some downfalls to his brand new plan. Harry will try to fight back so Niall
must creates fool-proof precautions. He closes the book, settling it back on
the nightstand and prepares to make his departure.
****
It took hours to clean up the mess in the bathroom. Niall sticks to his plan,
volunteering to help. It wasn't difficult to take out Darcy's body but it was
difficult to bury her discreetly in the middle of the night. Harry dug out a
hole big enough for Darcy in his backyard while Niall had cleaned her and puts
fresh clothes on her. He whispers sweet nothings to the corpse, pretending that
she's still alive and breathing.
It's still a cold night. Niall's wearing his coat and boots, still holding onto
Darcy in his arms. He didn't mind sitting in muddy dirt or the cold air blowing
in his face.
"Don't worry, babe." Harry couldn't hear Niall as he scoops another pile of
dirt and throws it on the side. "I should have listened to you. I'll do it
tonight." He kisses her cold and damp cheek. "I love you. I should have....I
should have listened, damn it."
Harry is done, climbing out of the hole and places the shovel on the ground.
"A'ight. I'm done. You red' to go?" He asks, wiping off a bead of sweat from
his forehead then putting his hands on his hips.
Niall nods. "Yeah. I'm ready. Get her legs, will ya?" He held onto Darcy's
upper body and Harry puts strong grips on Darcy's legs. Darcy is at a short
height and low weight so lifting her up and carrying her body to the hole
wasn't a problem. "Be gentle." Niall orders. They slowly drops her body in the
grave, and lets go of her limbs.
"Go wait in the bedroom for me. I'll, um, m'gon bury her. Just go.." Niall
still hadn't looked at Harry. He kept his attention on Darcy for the remainder
of the night. In the back of his mind, he had thought about taking out Harry.
He turns his head and watches Harry walking back into his house. The sound of
shuffling feet disappears.
Once again, Niall says his final goodbyes to Darcy before dumping dirt on her
decaying body. "I love you, babe. I'm doing this for you." He grabs the shovel,
and scoops a huge pile of dirt. He grunts and winces every time a pile hits
Darcy's body. His new tears hit the ground and the moonlight shines in his
eyes, illuminating the baby blue irises.
About a hundred scoops later, more or less, Niall finds a rock, in a size of a
newborn baby and places it on Darcy's grave. "It's time to kill that son of a
bitch."
****
"T-thank you for forgiving m-me, Niall! Shit! Harder! Fuck me harder!" Harry
stutters and squeezes his legs around Niall's neck as Niall fucks Harry harder,
making skins slaps and screams to exits Harry's mouth. Yes, the sex was part of
the plan. Putting Harry in subspace will benefits the plan definitely. Harry's
body is trapped in a position that he can't get out of. All he can do is takes
Niall's dick.
Niall goes deeper, stabbing at that little bump that always sets Harry off.
They locks eyes for the first time; Niall can feel every emotion going through
him. He's planning to kill the man under him. The man he shares a special
connection with; emotionally, physically and in general.
He don't think he could go through with it. Harry looks so angelic and
beautiful. His hair isn't greasy anymore. It transitions to a curly texture.
His face is pink and wet of sweat. The green in his eyes has never been so
profound. And for god's sake, he's crying. Niall has never seen tears coming
out of the man's eyes. This is first time Harry looks human.
"I love you, Harry. I love you so much....you have no idea." Niall's voice
broke and his hips slows down to simulate lovemaking. He can't kill him. Niall
cannot kill his best friend.
Harry smiles up at Niall. "I love you too. You love me more than that cunt,
Darcy?"
Darcy. Darcy. That cunt, Darcy.
Niall is brought back to reality. He hides his emotions, fucking Harry harder
again. "Yeah, yeah. I do." He stops thrusting and manhandles Harry into a
different position. "I'm gon' tie you up, like last time....and I'm gon' give
ya the best sex of your life."
Those words took Harry's breath away. He easily submits, moving and lies on his
stomach with his ass up in the air, waiting for Niall to tie him up. Niall gets
up from the bed to get the rope from Harry's closet.
"Ready, babe?"
Harry nods, almost begging. "Fuck, yes. Please..." His hands are locked then
tied too tightly but he didn't mind. He believes it's the anger still leaking
out from Niall. He felt kisses traveling from his lower back up to his neck
then Niall kisses his face. "I really love you, Harry. I'm so glad I got to
know you and to have you in my life.....we've been through a lot, right?"
"Yes, Niall, yes. Make love to me now, please, please, please." Harry is so
oblivious.
"Okay. Just hold on for a minute. I'm gon' get somethin' real quick then I'll
make love to you, a'ight?" Niall spoke in a soft tone to make Harry believe
him. Harry do, nodding his submissive head and closes his eyes. Niall leaves
the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him.
Harry waits and wait. He waits for a minute.
Then another. He waits for a few minutes. He feels like he has waited for ten
minutes now. Another five minutes passes and Harry gave up.
"Niall?" He calls out, trying to use his strength to get out of bed. Taking
note that his hands are tied, it won't be easy to get up. "Niall! What the hell
are you doing? Come get me! Niall!"
What alarms Harry is the sudden occurring smell of something burning and the
sight of smoke hovering in the air. "Oh, my god. No! No! Niall! Something is on
fire! NIALL!" Harry rolls out of the bed and stands on his feet, even though
his hands are still tied. "NIALL! FUCK!" He runs out of the bedroom, nude and
scared. He have no idea on where's the source of the fire.
He runs out to witness fire spreading fast in the kitchen and the living room.
The intense, black smoke causes him to cough violently and choke. Harry
struggles to untie himself. It's impossible. "Niall! NIALL! GOD, PLEASE! WHERE
ARE YOU?!"
Harry hears knocking and his eyes scans to where the sound is coming from. He
can see Niall through a window, standing outside of the house, with a smile on
his face. He's fully clothed, he's smiling.....he lied.
"Are you kidding me? Are you fucking with me? ARE YOU FUCKING- FUCK YOU! FUCK
YOU! FUCK YOU, NIALL! FUCK YOU! FUCK DARCY! FUCK EVERYONE! FUCK! AAH! AAAGHH!"
Harry slams his body on the front door, trying his best to break it down. The
fire already spreaded to his bedroom and bathroom. If he want to live, he would
need a miracle and the door would have to magically open.
"AAH! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" He runs into the door again. Atttempt failed. He
runs back then runs to the door again. Another failed attempt. At this point,
Harry is exhausted and he can't breathe. The dangerous smoke is filling up in
his lungs and he feels dizzy. His body collapses to the floor as he wheezes,
staring straight at Niall through the blurry window.
"Fuck you. I'm coming for you. I'm...I'm coming for anyone who.." His lungs
couldn't make it and the fire has finally made contact with Harry's body.
Niall watched the scene in front of him and leaves in content and with a peace
of mind.
***** Urban Myth *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Atlanta, Georgia. Spring 2014
"And that's how the red lollipop man died....the end!" A nineteen years old
teenager named Zayn, displays a wide and proud grin, ending the famous story
about the red lollipop man. Everyone in Georgia believes that it is an urban
myth. Of course, there was no man who lived in Claxton, killing people and
feeding off their blood and putting them in hard candy.
That is just ridiculous.
Zayn's friend, Louis, who is the same age, has never heard the full story so
Zayn, Louis and Zayn's girlfriend, Perrie, all sat in Zayn's room and shares
scary urban myths. Then Zayn went last, telling that utterly ridiculous piece
of bullshit.
"That....was the dumbest shit I've ever heard. And that's a dumb name for a
serial killer. And you know what's funny? That darcy bitch sounded so much like
Perrie. Blonde hair, blue eyes and small? Pfft, really." Louis rolls his eyes,
leaning back on the wall and takes a sip of his beer. Perrie slaps Louis on the
arm.
"So what? I feel bad for Darcy and Niall, most of all. Harry was too cray."
Perrie comments in a slurring tone, holding onto her glass of wine. She's then
giggling like a maniac. "My goodness, he slit her throat. How fucking brutal.
And playing with a dead body? Ugh." She makes a gagging sound.
Zayn didn't care if it's true or not. He believes that the story is one of the
most epic urban myths all of times. Harry "lollipop man' Styles is hardcore in
Zayn's mind. He often masturbates to the thought of the story. How he knew
about this myth; his aunt told him at age 13. Pretty much everyone in his
family and his friends knows about the red lollipop man.
Again, it's popular in all of Georgia.
"What the fuck was in that book anyway? You didn't exactly tell enough details
about that." Louis remarks.
Zayn shrugs, trying to remember what his aunt shared. "Um, I think it was some
shit like witchcraft or whatever. Like, satanic and evil rituals and spells and
shit."
Perrie and Louis exchanges looks then stares at Zayn. Louis couldn't help but
ask, "So, now he's a witch? He wasn't crazy in the head?" Zayn shrugs again. "I
thought he had a mental fuckin' illness!" Louis yells, almost spilling his beer
by reacting with his hands and body. "Male witch.....gay. That's gay."
Louis cackles as Perrie giggles and hiccups endlessly. Zayn isn't laughing
because homophobic slurs isn't funny to him.
"Maybe he did have a mental illness and had a thing for witchcraft. Who knows?
And aren't you supposed to be home by now?" Zayn raises an eyebrow, being ready
to laugh at Louis.
It's almost midnight and it is past Louis' curfew.
Louis glances at the time on his iPhone. "Shit! My ma is gon' kill me! Can
y'all give me a ride home?" Neither Zayn or Perrie is moving though. "Sorry,
homie but my car is in the shop. And some friend dropped off Perrie."
It is way too late to call a cab. Louis doesn't even have any money on him, due
to paying bills and helping his mom out. There's no way that any buses are
coming through in Zayn's neighborhood so walking home is the only option.
"You two are useless. I'm walking home then."
Zayn and Perrie waves goodbye as Louis leaves his beer and friends behind.
****
It's completely dark except for some streetlights dimly shining the
neighborhood. Louis' home isn't too far away. He only have to cross a short
bridge, walk a couple blocks then he's home.
The atmosphere is peaceful and humid.
The only things that are annoying Louis is the fucking insects attracting
themselves to him and the fact that he had to walk in the first place.
But surprise, surprise.....it is starting to rain too.
"Motherfuck...fuck me." Louis doesn't have a jacket, hoodie, coat or umbrella.
A few cars passes by and suddenly, Louis have a deep wish of getting a ride
home, even in a stranger's car. Who the hell wants to walk home while it's
raining? Not Louis.
He made the attempt of flagging his thumb up for a ride every time a car drives
ahead but they never stopped. Louis is exhausted and irritated at this point.
It blows his mind on how many inconsiderate people are out here in this state.
"God, please get me a ride."
It seemed like god has answered Louis' prayer. A red Mercedes-Benz slowed down,
stopping in the street besides Louis, who is standing on the sidewalk. He
hesitates for a few seconds then walks slowly to the front passenger window.
The window goes down, revealing a clearer view of a man, who seems to be in his
early 20s. Louis can admits that the guy is cute and looks sweet, even in the
dark.
"Need a ride somewhere? It's going to pour soon." His voice is even sweet; it's
a bit heavy yet different of a southern accent....like the way people spoke in
old movies. Louis nods. "Yes, please. I'm not too far. I'm crossing the bridge
then going south through Mason road." Louis gives his information of his
destination, not knowing that it's a mistake.
The man smiles, showing a cute dimple. "A'ight. Get in." Louis can hear the
door being unlocked and he takes the pleasure and advantage of getting home by
the help of a very nice and handsome stranger.
"Thanks, man. Like, you're a fucking miracle. My shitty friends couldn't do
anything so I had to walk." Louis explains as he locks in his seatbelt. The
handsome stranger puts the car in drive and releases his foot off the brake,
accelerating to drive.
"It's no problem. It, uh, it wouldn't be fair for anyone to walk home in the
rain, ya know?" The man glances at Louis, still smiling and his vibe just
seems....so positive. A thought of getting the guy's number and becoming
friends, maybe more, had just crossed Louis' mind.
For the next five minutes, it was quiet. Louis feels tension and the urge to
start a conversation that would hopefully leads to him getting his dick sucked
by the gorgeous stranger. "So, where are you from?" Louis asks. His blue eyes
checks out the guy. He's wearing black pants, a white tee and a gray leather
jacket. His hair is slicked back with way too much gel but he still looks good.
His image comes off to be....a double for elvis presley or some shit like that,
Louis thought.
"Alabama." The guys answers, chuckling. "You?"
"I'm from Claxton. I just moved here to ATL recently though."
It was weird to see the guy's hands tense up on the wheel, nearly crushing it
under his large hands. "Claxton, huh? I've been there before. Nice place."
There's a sense of anger in the guy's voice. Louis felt it.
"Too bad it's a ghost town. And it has a bad reputation. There was some crazy
fucking....mofo who supposedly killed people and drank their blood or somewhat.
Also putting blood in the lollipops and eatin' em like a mothafuckin' delish
treat." Louis waits for a response. "It's not real though. Just an urban myth."
The guys nods. "Cool. Um. What was the name of this guy?" The car, for some
reason, slows down and parks on the side of the road. Louis is confused on why
the guy had stopped driving.
"Uh...uh. shit. I think Harry. Harry styles. Something like that. You know, the
red lollipop man. Everyone knows it." Louis fakes a laugh to hide his newfound
nerves. "So, why'ya stop driving?" He looks straight at the guy and waits for
an excuse, which better be good or least makes sense because Louis really needs
to get home.
"What's your name?" The guy asks sweetly, turning his entire body to face
Louis. Louis can see what color the guy's eyes are. Green. So vibrant and pure
green.
"Louis. I'm Louis."
"Louis. Pretty name. You know......you remind me of someone, Louis. Someone I
used to know. I think it's ya eyes or somethin'." The guy moves a bit closer to
Louis. "You haven't asked for my name." Louis took notice of the guy reaching
in his jacket's left pocket, holding onto whatever god knows what. He can't
breathe and he can feel his heart thumping. There's no control of his blinking
as he tries to move away from the stranger......who went from sweet and nice to
scary and dangerous.
Louis' voice is timid. "What....what is your name?" Then he felt an uneasy dip
in his stomach. He never felt so much fear in a matter of seconds.
"Harry. I'm Harry Styles."
****
A random citizen, african-american male, walks out a liquor store after
purchasing a bottle of gin. He's simply minding his business, not caring about
the rain pouring on him and enjoys his new bottle of gin. Streetlights shines
on the sidewalks and a road leading to a bridge. He walks on that right
sidewalk, passing by some extra stores and cars parked on the road.
That ounce of bad luck hits him and he accidentally drops his bottle of gin.
"Shit!" He exclaims, stopping and bent down to pick it up but there's no point
because it's broken and the liquid is already spreading all over the sidewalk.
So he stood again, observing his surroundings.
A certain car, perhaps a mercedes-benz, brand new and red, had caught his eyes,
and he compliments it quietly. "Damn....that's the shit." He also noticed two
people are in the car, clearly talking or doing whatever the hell they pleases
to do. He was about to turn away but instead he views a sudden splatter of
blood from the inside on the front passenger window.
Chapter End Notes
     So basically, harry's a crazy, bloodthirsty witch and you can assume
     he used witchcraft to come back alive or some shit.
End Notes
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