Half a Heart//L.S.

Chapter Eight

for the video there will be a indirect scene later in the chapter, just thought its funny because its adorable how bad he is in golf. (Now you can see why he always looses in my story lmao)

TW: suicide (first half of the chapter)

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There was it again. The water surrounding Louis feet, blood draining out of his sisters wrists. He felt the walls coming closers, his lung stopped working properly. 

He felt on his knees, wetting his clothes in the red water flooding the small bathroom. The water was still rushing through the tap, the sound making Louis dizzy. 

With shaking hands he turned it off, but the silence was so much worse. He needed to breath but he just couldn't, he was so overwhelmed, still staring at his sister in shock. 

He just felt so numb, Louis wanted to cry, he wanted to scream but there was nothing coming out of his mouth. 

Just silence.

In this moment the world stopped. Everything freezes and Louis felt like this was the end. How is it possible to continue his life when the two most important people in his life left him? 

His sister left him and broke her promise. And all he could do, was to finally scream as loud as he can before collapsing on the cold bathroom floor.

"Hey...Lou. Please wake up baby..." 

Louis lungs finally filled with air and he could feel a warm body against his own. 

It was so warm.

Such a contrast to the cold bathroom floor and Louis wanted to get closer, reaching for the source of the warmth and leaning in.

"Its okay, just breathe in.......and out"

And so he did, listening to Harrys soft voice as he pulled him closer. 

"P-Please ju-just hold m-me" He whispered still longing for air desperately. 

"Of course Lou." he just gave him a warm smile that the small boy couldn't see, but as Harrys strong arms were wrapped around him he felt safer and could finally start breathing normally again. "Thank you" Louis said, but barely audible. 

Probably half an hour passed and Louis was still cuddled in Harrys arms, sitting in their kingsize bed. Harry softly stroked his back and as he kissed his forehead Louis slowly began to move. 

"Can we lay down?" he just asked, his eyes red and his cheeks wet.

"Anything you want. I can make you some tea if you want..." Harry suggested, slowly intwining their fingers as he pushed some of Louis hair out of the small mens face.

"Its okay can you maybe...cuddle with me again?"

"I would love to"

They played down, Harry wrapping his hands again around Louis so he was spooning him. He buried his chin in Louis neck and placed a soft kiss behind his ear. 

You maybe can imagine that Harry wanted to know what was going on in Louis head, but he didn't want to ask. Louis seemed so vulnerable and he would never push him. When Louis was ready he would tell him and that was all that matters, that he's comfortable and felt safe with Harry. 

And to his surprise the older men let his guards down a bit, letting Harry in. 

"I have these nightmares almost every night..." He started to explain, but Harry didn't say something because it wasn't his turn or story to tell. It was about Louis and he was ready to listen to whatever the men wanted to tell him.