Nothing like us

Why did he have to get sick? Why? Him of all people. Why?


12. It won't be whiskey and it won"t be meth it'll be your name on my last breath

Louis' P.O.V. 

I drove back to Harry's and my flat like a madman. Hoping and praying that Harry would be alive when I returned. I was just ten minutes away when my phone started to ring. It was Niall. "Niall?" "Louis? Oh thank fuck you answered!" Nialll spoke at a lightning fast pace and I could tell he was  crying."HarrycollapsedandImreallyscaredandhe'sscaredLouiswherethehellareyougetherenowpleasepleasepleaseHarrywantsyoubuttoldmenototringyoubutIdidanywayandFUCK!" "Niall. Niall calm down. Come here." It was Zayn. "Guys what's going on?" I asked. I heard the phone being passed from one hand to another. "Liam." Zayn sniffled. "Louis?" "Yes! Liam what the hell is going on? Is Harry ok?" Liam sniffed. Liam NEVER cried. This was bad. So very bad. "No." Came Liam's broken voice. "Where are you and how long 'till you get back?" "About five minutes. Liam what's happening?" "You better hurry back and see for yourself."

Liam replied before hanging up. I broke speed limits and trafic laws as I shot back home. Once I arrived I shot out of my car slamming the door and running inside. I stopped dead in my tracks. Tears instantly filling my eyes as I saw my beautiful Harry collapsed on the floor. Liam, Niall and Zayn huddled around him all clinging to one another. Harry's eyes drifted up to mine. My mouth fell open the slightest bit as a silent cry escaped my lips. The other boys turned their heads round to see what Harry was looking at. I stared into Harry's green sparkling yet lifeless eyes. I was paralysed. Unable to move no matter how much my body was screaming at me to. Liam wordlessly stood up taking Zayn and Niall with him. I glanced at him. A silent thank you. Harry shakily reached out his hand towards me. Unwinding it from his body.

I was instantly crouching down by his side. Burning hot tears rolling down my cheeks. I took his cold hand in mine. "Harry." I whispered. "Harry I'm so so so sorry. I should've been there for you. I knew how scared you were and yet I chose to ignore it and go on my own selfish quest for vengence. There is so much that I want to say to you. That I've been meaning to say for as long as I can remember." I gushed. "Then say it." Harry whispered. "I love you." I blurted. "I always have ever since we met. I just didn't know how to tell you. Now I've left it too late." My voice cracked on the last word. Realisation crushing me beneath it's weight. Harry smiled. A tiny uplift of the corners of his mouth. "No." Harry replied. "You haven't. I thank you for telling me now. Louis, I love you too. More than anything in this world. I promise you I'll wait so we can be together in heaven." Harry's voice was fading. "No no no. Harry don't leave me." Tears streamed dowm my face. I pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles. "Please." I whispered. 

Harry's eyes were begining to close. My heart breaking and desperation sinking further into my bones. "Fight it, Harry please. Just a little longer." "I can't. Louis, I'm so so sorry. I'll always be watching over you.We'll meet again in heaven but please, don't come early. Live your life. Don't despair because of me." "Harry. Keep your eyes open." I said suddenly as Harry's eyelids drooped. Harry shook his head feebly. "Goodbye...Louis." Harry's voice faded into nothing as his eyes closed for the last time. "No. No. NO!" I screamed. "HARRY!" I cried as I dropped my head onto his chest. I balled m fists up into the fabric of his shirt. "Please don't go." I whispered as I sobbed brokenly. 


*** Three months later ***


It's been three months since Harry died. I'm constantly plagued by nightmares. I lay curled up in Harry's bed, wearing his purple Jack Wills jumper. I miss him so much. I wish that I told him I loved him sooner. I sighed sitting up. I wrapped my arms around myself. I stood up when I saw somethhing white peaking out from underneath the bed. I bentdownand picked it up. It was an envolope addressed to me. I opened it and immediately tears started filling my eyes as I read the familiar handwriting. 

Dear Louis,

If you're reading this it means you found this letter under my bed. It means that I'm dead. I know that it hurts but don't worry I'll see you soon. They always say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. No amount of time with you will be long enough but I have to thank you for the short forever. I love so so much, Louis it hurts. Never forget me. I will always be watching over you. We'll meet again in heaven and then we can finally be together. Just you and me. I'm so proud of you BooBear. 

All my love, forever and always

Harry xx 



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