He had been standing in the garage of the rental house on a blue milk crate with a knotted rope in his hand. He looked about the room with the concrete floor, a deflated volley ball on the shelf, a cob-web covered elliptical machine in the corner, and he thought, I'll be damned if I'm going to die in a garage. I'm a fucking star. Overdosing, that was classic, but he wasn't about to be photographed with vom on his chin and a syringe poking out of his arm. How rare a thing for a human to be able to choose their exit. And he was going to fly.
Harry crossed the rail on the bridge. The river beneath was slow-moving. He'd been prepared for that. He'd grabbed bricks from the garden for his jacket pockets. Drowning was a peaceful death, he'd heard.
The police car sirens sounded off in the distance. They'd find Louis soon. Harry smiled. Louis. That sweet creature. He'd live on to make his stupid jokes. To sing his sad little ditties. To be a bright spot in a dark world. To tell the world what a demon Harry was. But this ending. This tragic princely ending would make him ...immortal.
Harry casually stepped over the edge of the bridge, the sensation of falling ripping through him. He crossed his arms and let gravity take him. He smiled thinking how he'd live forever in memorial t-shirts, flowers and teddy bears on his mother's doorstep, girls weeping over the complicated monster. He'd live forever....
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Watermelon Sugar Die
FanfictionHarry has been a careful serial killer, but after a holiday trip with Louis, it's all coming to the light. And one of them has to die. Excerpt: Harry spread the pearly bubbles over his friend as gently as he could. Even through the sponge, he could...
