Demented ➳ h.s [Editing Starting Soon]

LOUIS’ POV
THE NEXT DAY…

I’ve been wasting my time lately, a lot of time actually. Mostly thinking. Thinking about Harry and Charlotte and Liz and… Raven. How her brown hair used to send a waterfall down her shoulders and she would attempt to pull it to hide but I would put it back. Just to see her face. I thought about how much Harry must hate me and how he would hate me more for even having these thoughts. I’m selfish. Sure, Raven wasn’t happy with Harry anymore but I wouldn’t exactly call it a civic duty for what I did. I stole my best friend’s girlfriend and fell flat on my ass once she’d left me.

She said I was just like him. A poison, toxic to her mind and she needed to get away. In a way, she did. I miss her, but I know she’s somewhere where she can finally be happy. I remember the day she came up to me and asked me if Harry was okay, if everything was okay; if they were okay. I told her yes and that Harry was just upset lately, she was the first to move in. Hands letting go of the steering wheel, I remember kissing her back. It was sour. Only because it should have been, she belonged to Harry, not me.

Yet, I kept doing it. Over and over and over again. That is, until she really got tired of Harry. She came to my door at around three in the morning, maybe earlier, maybe later. Her hair was stuck to her forehead and she couldn’t look anymore beautiful. I let her up considering her mood and allowed her to sleep in bed with me. That was the day Harry found out. The day he started hating the both of us. The front door had opened and I heard my mother’s voice, “Harry, why are you here so late?”

“Something came up, just need to see Louis,” Harry was always a good liar, even though he wasn’t lying. I tried my hardest to hide Raven once Harry came up, but he smelled her vintage perfume; the one he’d bought her for her birthday. The one that smelled of an abundance of flowers and alcohols, it was still sweet. “Raven, I know you’re in there!” He shouted. He no longer cared who was awake and who was asleep, Harry was going to lose his mind.

Raven appeared from the closet with her head down. The one time Harry catches us, it had to be with her half naked and we didn’t even do anything. “Harry, I can ex-”

A deep breath was taken by Harry before he turned around and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He was livid, I wouldn’t blame him. “How long have you been fucking my girlfriend, Louis?!” I didn’t answer. Instead, I looked over at the door where Lottie, Mum, and Félicité were gathered with worry on their faces. “So you’re not gonna answer because your mum is right there?”

“Harry, we can talk about this later-”

“No, we really can’t. Do you know how many times I’ve trusted you? I’ve saved your ass multiple times and you repay me by sleeping with my girlfriend? Is that a friendship to you?” You could nearly visibly see the smoke coming from his nose.

“Louis William Tomlinson!” My mother called and I looked at her. Harry’s fist came back. You see, I knew he’d hit me sometime this night but I wasn’t expecting it to be at that moment in time. I remember my nose bleeding pretty bad and Lottie and Mum grabbing onto Harry. Félicité had gone back to bed with all the noise.

It was bad; I felt bad. That was the day- the night Harry started hating Raven and I. Of course, I was the last to know that she was dead. I was watching the barbeque from my house and all the police cars showed up. She hadn’t been answering her phone for days and I figured maybe she was tired of my calling. She left me, I reminded myself, and fucked everything up in return. Raven made me think I’d saved her from Harry, I didn’t. Harry wasn’t doing anything wrong, she just needed a reason so piss him off. And I realized that the day I found she’d died.

It wasn’t as devastating as it should have been. I cared about her, but I didn’t love her, not like Harry did. That’s why I figure it must have sucked having to go to jail and a mental asylum for killing your ex-girlfriend plus some. Another reason why I think in the back of my head that Harry may have done it. He gets very temperamental and can lash out often but he loved her with everything he had left.

There’s the back and forth. You think that he has a motive but you take a step back and think, well, he did love her. And if Harry were to become a killer someday, I don’t think he would do it himself. I’m pretty sure he’d hire someone to do his dirty work. All jokes aside, Harry is and isn’t the killer. He’d have the perfect motive to kill Raven, just not those other girls. We don’t even know those girls. Then again, he’s that type of guy that loves to love and doesn’t like fights or wars unless necessary.

It was hard after Raven died and Harry was arrested. Harry had told the guys what had happened with Raven and I, then Mum told the others. Lottie told all of her girl friends. Then, the whole neighborhood knew, and it was over. No one talked to me anymore, the guys all hated me. So, I moved and lost contact with everyone. I’m sure Harry doesn’t speak to anyone anymore, maybe Liam on occasions. I believe the day I went with “Harry’s Charlotte” to see him, he expected another millionth apology. But I couldn’t do it, not in front of Charlotte.

So, I gave up and it was over. Charlotte’s a nice girl, pretty defiant and quite lazy; a good lazy. A type of lazy that will do something if it needs to be done, yet won’t do it if it can be done later. That’s the type of lazy she is; the type I like. Yes, I like Charlotte and it’s not because I can tell Harry’s attracted towards her. It’s because I like her and I can actually have her. She’s an employee, his therapist, they could never have a relationship inside that place. That leaves space for a Charlotte and I.

I’d treat her right, I believe. Harry’s probably an ass to her, I think I can do better. I did Raven somewhat better. But the whole point in me coming here was to tie loose ends with Harry and I wouldn’t exactly call it that if I tried to date the only one he’s interested in at the moment. Harry’s a good guy when he’s not completely out of his mind, but I worry if he does get out of that place. Will he ever be accepted? Will he seek revenge? That’s why, in a way, I hope that bastard never gets out.

CHARLOTTE’S POV

I’d drank cups and cups of coffee to keep me awake throughout the night and called in sick for the day. Never have I ever been this devoted to anything in my life. Not even to school, and I went to school for years to get to where I am. The story of a lonely twenty-three year old. God help me. The words on the screen of my laptop started to mix together and blur to the point where I couldn’t even read Harry’s name. That was a sign I needed to either turn down my brightness or just take a break. I did both.

Celia was actually sick and hacking up mucus in her room; I could hear it. It was good that she didn’t have work though, that would suck. I walked past the couch and went for more coffee but the doorbell rang. I went to the side of the window and peeked through the curtains so the person wouldn’t see me. It was Louis with his hands stuffed in his pockets and all. His hair was visible under a beanie and his jacket was pretty thin.

I honestly did not, for the life of me want to open the door. I wanted to crawl back into bed and act like I was sleeping. But, I couldn’t because Celia noticed the doorbell ringing and was yelling at me to answer it before she stuffed her foot up my ass. And so I walked downstairs, empty coffee cup in hand, to open the door. He smiled at me and I tried smiling back, I can only imagine what I looked like. “Er, come on in. I was just going back to my room.” Then I remembered all the papers and files out. I remembered my laptop.

“Okay, I’ll be in there then while you get your coffee.” He said and walked ahead of me on the stairs.

“No!”

“Hm?” My mouth opened and my eyes widened.

“I mean, no. My room just isn’t clean,” I tried covering for myself but he assured that it was okay. That he could bear a mess room. “Let me just clean some papers up,” I rushed when we approached my room. I gathered all the papers together and hid them under my bed, thinking I was in the clear.

“Why do you have Harry’s records on your computer?” Shit on my life.

I stuttered for a moment to stall before I realized he was scrolling, I couldn’t let him see my paper I was typing. I shut the laptop cover, nearly on his fingers, “I was checking his files to make sure everything was in order.” He didn’t exactly believe my lie but I quickly sat on the corner of my bed and put the laptop under the bed along with the other papers. “So, what are you doing here?”

“Just checking up on you. I mean, I know you told me you were okay and all but I wanted to make sure. Harry said you were sick?” My eyes widened again.

“Oh, yeah. I am,” I’ve been the master at faking a cold since I was a kid. I turned my head and fake sneezed, rubbing my nose really hard until it was red and raw. “So, you went to see Harry?” I asked while grabbing a tissue.

His eyebrows clenched but he responded, “Yeah, I did. He said you called in sick so now he doesn’t have to go to therapy.”

“But there’s-” I started to say there were substitutes but I didn’t want to catch Louis in his own lie just yet. “Oh, okay. Yeah, he hates therapy.”

He nodded. Why would Louis lie about going to see Harry? “Well, that’s all I wanted. I’ll see you later.” Louis gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek and let himself out. Pretty odd for him to come and go in a span of possibly ten minutes.

Sighing, I got up to go back to my work. Pulling papers from under the bed, I noticed one was missing. A few were missing. I searched my whole room for an hour and I couldn’t find those papers. The notes I’d written down, all the precious evidence I had written down was gone. Louis was the only other person in my room all day. Louis.

LOUIS’ POV

“I got the papers. I hope you’re fucking happy.” My ear and shoulder held the phone while I read through Charlotte’s messy yet legible handwriting.

“I’m ecstatic. Now, all you have to do is make sure Charlotte never gets Harry out of that place. We wouldn’t risk getting me caught, would we?”

My teeth grinded together, “Nope.” They hung up. The voice was disguised so I don’t know who it was. I wish I did, I hate being an accomplice. There are millions, billions of people in the world that could have killed those girls. And the only person I could think of that knew my number and could possibly be a cold-blooded murderer was the devil himself. Harry. He’s allowed personal calls.

Notes

So Louis knows the killer but doesn't know the killer. Odd, huh? I wonder who does and doesn't think Harry's the killer. And how about Charlotte putting her foot down and trying to find evidence? Louis just ruins everything does he? Lots of you comment yet lots of you don't. I want to know what you think! Sorry about typos x

By the way, that's three days in a row @XOXOH, beat that <3

comment x
rate x
subscribe x