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Demented ➳ h.s [Editing Starting Soon]

Lies

CHARLOTTE’S POV
WEDNESDAY

“I didn’t know you smoked,” commented Jack. I sighed and coughed while taking in the intoxicating smoke that I’d come accustomed to since meeting Harry. The yellow left my lips and I leaned against the back of the wall, foot on the brick.

“I don’t. It’s the only way I can calm down by now.” Jack stole the stick from my mouth and threw it to the ground. The light at the end burned and died down, the ash leaving a stain to the concrete.

“Well find a new way. C’mon, let’s get going,” he guided me to the car. Today’s journey was to Louis’ mom’s house to see if she’d tell us anything that might lead to the murders. Truthfully, I’m scared. I mean yeah, a nice woman like Anne wouldn’t have a shit friend but- actually she could. I mean I had Liz under my skin for years. Having Liz constantly around wasn’t all that ba- “The hell are you doing?” Jack took the steering wheel and jerked it, “You can’t just get lost in thought like that on the road. Fucking hell, Char.”

“Sorry,” we didn’t talk the rest of the car ride. A large house came into view a little ways from Anne's. It was the second biggest in the neighborhood and it made sense since according to many people in the area, Louis was second in command.

Despite the bright light of the sun outside, Louis’ mother didn’t glow; no doubt about it. She was gloomy and saddened. Honestly, if anyone had a right to be upset, it should be Anne. I mean, her son is trapped in a mental asylum for the rest of his life unless someone gets him out. Yet, this woman has the right to want to be upset when she can see Louis anytime he decides to stop by, “Hello, Mrs. Tomlinson,” Jack guessed and she seemed to accept the last name, “I’m Jack Mindell and this is Charlotte Huntington-”

“Huntington; what a peculiar last name. It’s quite nice, darling, just a bit odd.” Her comment was bittersweet and her sudden change from depressed to proper was interesting to watch. Pretty entertaining to be quite honest.

“Thank you,” I continued Jack’s introduction, “I’m the therapist for your son’s friend, Harry Styles.”

She stiffened, “Harry Styles is no friend of my son, not after he murdered those poor girls. They did nothing to him... except Raven Townsend. I knew that boy would lose his mind after he hit my baby, Louis.”

“Wait, Harry hit Louis?” Jack turned up the voice recorder in his pocket to catch her soft voice.

“Of course he did, I’ll explain it. Come in,” she invited. The home was nice with framed sayings on them from books, movies, and just old quotes that made life seem like it was worth living. There seemed to be no one home since there was no car in the driveway or the open garage, she must share a car. We sat at the wooden kitchen table that smelled like lemon polish, “Okay,” she began, “it was very late at night. Maybe one in the morning? I don’t remember, it was late. Anyway, I heard the front door open; I knew it was that whore Raven, but I didn’t move from bed. I heard her saying that she was getting tired of Harry and that he was just bad for her. Maybe about two hours later, pounding is on the front door and I open it to Harry. I tried to buy them some time by acting like I had no idea what he was doing here, he lied to me and said he needed to speak to Louis. I allowed it.”

“So Raven just showed up?” Jack asked, as if it wasn’t implied. He was buying himself more time to write even though the recorder was picking up everything.

“Yes, like she always did. Back to the story, Harry runs up the stairs, waking up Louis’ sisters and starts going ballistic. Asking how long him and Raven had been together and all, getting all nasty too. Then he yelled at Raven a little, punched Louis, and stormed out of the house. That was the last time I saw Harry and Raven. After that, Anne found out that I knew Raven was cheating on Harry and started getting all poetic then just plain pissed. We don’t exactly talk anymore. Somehow, even after Harry did all those things, the whole town still talks about ‘Harry Styles’ like he’s some amazing god.”

I gulped and Jack asked, “You didn’t like Harry, did you?”

“I loved Harry with all my heart up until that night. Probably before that. Harry seemed to get cocky. He knew he was rich and had all those poor ladies waiting in line,” that kind of hurt my heart, “of course, that line never moved because Harry never used women.” Then my heart started again, “Harry had everything he needed and threw it away. He didn’t care about Louis, he cared about the idea of having someone to clean the mud off of his sho-”

The front door opened and a whistling sound was playing. It was to “Camptown Races” and actually very impressive. I found the owner to the whistling lips was no other than Louis Tomlinson. Leather jacket and pushed aside hair, he shut the door with his foot and paused at the kitchen, “Charlotte? What’re you doing here?”

“I’m questioning your mother. Listen, I know you stole my notes, Louis. I don’t know if it’s because you don’t want Harry to get out of the asylum or-”

“You’re trying to get that man out of there? Oh, I should have known. I’m going to sleep,” and she dismissed herself. Louis shook his head, pushing his hair aside.

“You think I want Harry in there? Harry was like my brother, I’d do anything to keep him out. I didn’t steal your notes, Char. You know me better than that,” he lied. He was lying through his teeth and it didn’t take a therapist to know that. Jack noticed it too, giving me a small, invisible nudge. I nodded and knew that it was obvious Louis had done something he should have.

“You’re right,” I smiled, “I do know you better than to steal my things. We should get going, we have a long day ahead of us,” I said. Louis smiled and hugged me, giving Jack a nod.

Jack questioned me once we got into the car, me in the passenger’s seat, “Why did you lie in return?”

“Because if I want to get things done, I need Louis somewhat in my corner. And if that means lying to him to uncover his lies, that’s fine by me. Drive.”

HARRY’S POV

We all have a story, I’ve found. Whether that story was meant to be happy or sad is between us and God. That story has many beginnings and endings. Maybe born into a “normal” family or divorced. Maybe a forbidden family like gay or lesbian, either way, we all have a story to tell and live. Charlotte happened to be my wonderful plot twist. She came like a wrecking ball out of complete nowhere and flipped my world upside down and inside out. I needed it, honestly. It was something new in the land of old.

Her entrance wasn’t exactly how a normal story goes. Charlotte came in with wet hair, smeared makeup, blood stains, and a broken heart. A heart I know I’ll never be close to repairing. Probably because it has too much tape on it. She constantly places tape over scratches and piercings on her heart, expecting them to go away in time. We all know they won’t. Maybe that’s why she does it. She knows nothing will help her unless she helps her.

That’s the cliche of the story. There’s always a guy or a girl that’s mentally broken and it’s always the hero/heroine’s job to fix them. In this story, it’s so different. The girl has to help herself and the one that’s supposed to be the hero is trapped far from his princess. This story is shit, I’m sorry. All stories are, actually. No one wants happy endings when everything was happy in between, even when things are constantly sad, no one wants a happy ending. They tell themselves that they do, but they know they find a thrill in seeing everyone suffer.

The story usually ends in someone dying. Or is that the beginning? Middle? It makes you wonder, you know, about death. Think of all the times you pass your birthday a year. Mine has passed nearly twenty-one times. Charlotte’s has passed nearly twenty-four times. Do you ever think about the fact you pass your death day every year? Every day is a possibility of you dying. Even today. Today, maybe in a year’s time in maybe five minutes, you could be dead. No one thinks about that, ever.

That’s the suck-ass part of the story. Where you realize that sad thing about certain things. In this case, dying. Even if Charlotte does get me out of here, I’ll still die. But that’s when you take a step back and think for a moment. I could either die happy with someone (preferably Charlotte) or behind four white walls of a facility that I don’t want to be in. That’s the happy ending, I guess. Realizing life could be a lot worse and accepting that it’s good right here, right now.

Notes

Okay, this note is very important regarding how often I'll update. I've found that I can't update everyday so I'll be doing Fanfiction Friday. That's where I'd update on Friday for sure and if I can, any other weekend or weekday but Fridays for sure. That's just so much easier for me to make longer chapters for you guys when I can write over a period of days. I have a bunch of social media and a personal life to juggle and it gets hard, I'm sure you can understand. There might be another writer doing this soon, I'm not sure yet. But if she does, it is probably for the same reasons. I, again, hope you can understand.

Anyway, this one comment was amazing said to let them know when I wrote my first book so they could buy it. Like... uh... wow. Speechless is an understatement. I love you all so so much and thank you for the 69 (haha) votes, I couldn't ask for anything better. I probably won't be updating in two weeks because my birthday is coming up, hope you can understand that too. Thanks :)

love your cute faces & please ask my mom and grandma to stop arguing..
please and thank you <3

Comments

@Hopeless Directioner
Actually, the whole summary is different. I made up a quote that may or may not go into the story and just the basic summary isn't even a summary, it's suspenseful. Again, I hope you like the new version as much as you liked the old.

svmmertime svmmertime
5/18/14

@Hopeless Directioner
Some will be minute but most will be obvious. Some conversations are edited so that Harry is more closed up. All in all, the story will be longer. There is a new introduction and just a bunch of things I wasn't comfortable with. A lot of editing was needed and the cover was terrible. And so, the edited first chapter is up along with a new introduction. I really hope you like it, darling x

svmmertime svmmertime
5/18/14

@wonderful .
I'm excited to see how it'll be revised! Will the changes be minute or obvious?

@Hopeless Directioner

I will be editing and taking out and adding in parts. Honestly, Demented went waaay too fast in my opinion, and with the plagiarism and all, I found that I really want to rewrite it anyway. I will obviously be keeping this version up but I have already started the new version and the whole first chapter is different. I just think the story could have stretched at least to 35 chapters or more. Again, this WILL stay up, but the new version will be posted separately. Mind you, it will take at least a few months for me to do it since I have other stories, but I'm sick from school today so I'm going to continue. I was hoping everyone would like that it's being revised and bettered a bit, do you?

svmmertime svmmertime
5/16/14