One Direction Minus One

Louis is dead. Suicide. Harry misses his friend and his "bromance". Feeling broken and confused, Harry goes to the farthest limits to find out why Louis killed himself with the help of the other lads. Was Harry just another complication in Louis's life that he felt such a strong need to get away from? The most important question is: Will One Direction still be together with one of their "brothers" gone?

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34. Mail Time

3 days later...

Harry's POV

Since Louis died, we have recieved a ton of sympathy tweets and hugs. We also got a ton of fanmail. We were at my flat opening it all.

"This one is for just Zayn and Niall," Liam read off of the envelope.

Niall and Zayn both reached for the envelope at the same time. Zayn got to it first and ripped it open. He read it and showed it to Niall. They both chuckled. Happiest I've seen those boys in weeks.

"This is yours, Liam," I said, reaching for a small package.

Liam opened it and saw a pack of sour gummy worms. He opened it and offered some to me.

"No thanks," I sighed. I wasn't hungry. Since I've gotten home from the hospital, I've eaten a cheese string, and two small packages of doritos. I drank only four glasses of water, and that was two days ago. My throat wasn't dry, and my stomach wasn't growling.

"You have to eat something, Hazza," Liam said, quickly shutting his mouth after calling me Hazza. That was a nickname given to me by Louis. I didn't care at the moment. I felt nothing.

"Hey, Harry," Niall said. "This one's for you."

It was a heavy medium-sized package. I didn't want to open it. Yet.

"Open it," Zayn demanded.

"Later," I said, tears threatening to spill.

"Let's leave him alone for now," Liam said, and went back to sorting through letters and packages. There was a pile growing slowly beside me. I just looked at the ground. The tears were slowly moving down my face.

I grabbed my cell phone and put on the song Therapy by All Time Low.

 

"My ship went down
In a sea of sound.
When I woke up alone I had everything:
A handful of moments I wished I could change
And a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade.

In a city of fools,
I was careful and cool,
But they tore me apart like a hurricane...
A handful of moments I wished I could change
But I was carried away.

Give me therapy.
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can keep all your misery.

My lungs gave out
As I faced the crowd.
I think that keeping this up could be dangerous.
I'm flesh and bone,
I'm a rolling stone
And the experts say I'm delirious.

Give me therapy.
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can take back your misery.

Arrogant boy,
Love yourself so no one has to.
They're better off without you.
(They're better off without you.)

Arrogant boy,
Cause a scene like you're supposed to.
They'll fall asleep without you.
You're lucky if your memory remains.

Give me therapy.
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can take back your misery.

Therapy...
I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...
You were never a friend to me
And you can choke on your misery. "

 

The other boys got up and left, probably because they got the hint that I wanted to be alone, based on that song. But that song also means that I've had enough so shouldn't they be in here with me? I don't know.

I decided to bring my mail into my room to read. I walked upstairs quietly.

I threw everything on my bed and grabbed the package. I got a chill up my spine when I saw it, so I had to see what was in it.

I ripped open the brown paper and saw a black box. It was just plain black. No indication as to where it was from or what it was.

I opened the box and saw...

 

 

A GUN!

 

My first thought was: why would someone send me this?

I realized that it was probably because they knew I wanted to get out.

I walked into my bathroom and closed the door. I didn't bother locking it.

I then checked to see if the gun was loaded. I then cocked the gun and put it to my temple, my finger resting on the trigger. I then decided to send a thought to the other boys.

"Sorry, boys," I whispered to myself. "I can't do this anymore. Please understand."

I pulled the trigger. And everything went black.

 

 

A/N

Almost over. Just have an epilogue to write. Let me know what you thought of the ending. Don't hate me for the way I ended it. If you didn't see Harry dying coming, then something's wrong with you. Just kidding. But seriously, what did you think of this?

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