"Get me out of here Louis!" He yells, twisting his body around, trying to slip from the tape holding his hands and feet. Louis rolls his eyes and slams the shed door, leaning against it. Harry smirks at him, grabbing onto Louis' ripped shirt.
"Fuck...
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"Hey Louis. Would you like to tell me why wanted to come in today?"
"Louis! Please get up."
"Uh. It's been a year since my dad died."
"And how are you feeling about that?"
"Louis. I think he's dead."
"I don't know. I just keep thinking about when he died. It just repeats in my head day after day. Night after night. I can't sleep."
"Would you like to talk about the day he died? Do you think that would help?"
"Maybe."
"Okay."
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Louis' ears ring as the gun goes off, he hears a scream around him, can't tell if it was himself or someone else. A weight falls forward, pushing the gun hard against his chest, he gasps in breaths, trying to pull his hands from under his dad. Louis starts yelling out words, not sure if he was speaking actual sentences or not. He twists his head around, trying to blink away tears blurring his vision.
A warm liquid starts so spread along his chest, Louis let's out a sob, looking around for Harry. His eyes stop on a crumpled figure next to him, Harry gets up on his knees, his hand reaching out for Louis. Harry crawls over to him, pushing hard on James. Louis closes his eyes, trying to control his breathing as Harry pushes his limp dad off of him.
The weight is pushes off of his, Louis' ears still ringing. A hand slides against his arm, Louis cries out in pain, trying to pull his arm away. "I think it's broken," he mutters, a sharp pain shooting down his neck when he moves his head.
"Louis! Please get up," Harry mutters, his hand squeezing down on Louis' hips, "please. Open your eyes."
Louis squints his eyes open, his good arm reaching out to touch Harrys tear streaked face. "I thought you died," Harrys sobs out, titling his head into Louis' hand.
"My dad," Louis says, his voice sounding distant, as if it wasn't him speaking. Harry stumbles over to James laying still next to Louis. Harrys dirty fingers press down onto James's neck, he bites his lip anxiously. Harry pulls his hand away slowly, his eyebrows pulled together tightly. "Louis. I think he's dead," Harry mutters, Louis looks at his dad, watching his chest intently.
Louis turns away, a surprising laugh falling from his mouth, his eyes going wide as he looks at the sky. He starts laughing hysterically as everything comes rushing to him, tears slipping down the sides of his face. Harry grabs onto him, pushing his blood soaked shirt up. "Are you bleeding anywhere?" Harry asks, Louis laughs harder as something in his chest releases, like a small band that was holding his lungs from breathing finally snapped as his dad died. He can finally breath, but the breath he's been waiting to take doesnt come as he lays on the dirt. The breath he's been holding since he first was hit by his dad, Louis turns back to his dad, he presses a finger to his pulse, waiting for that breath to come.
