Guns & Roses (Larry Stylinson)

Heartless

Hello, loves! Back again!

Why do I get this strange feeling that I'm the only one who loves the cliffhangers? Surely that's not true because you guys seem to love them, too, right? 🙃

Warning: This chapter contains graphic descriptions, violence, death, and mentions of suicide. Please read carefully, loves. ❤

This one has a few revelations in it and a lot of heart ache.

Enjoy! 😈😈

Chapter 51: 

   "Liam," I breathed out, unable to think or move. My hand gripped tightly onto my phone, eyes wide as time was frozen around me.

  There was no way that happened. There was no way. It was a joke. A fluke. They were fine. They were fine. They had to be fine!

  Then, Plague's laughter cut through the silence, setting everything in motion.

  "Liam!?" I shouted out, feeling terror and heartache pang in my chest. It stabbed like an icicle, leaving no evidence but spreading through in a cold plunge. "No!" I cried out, not able to hold myself up any longer.

  I collapsed onto the ground, clutching my phone in both hands.

  "Harry," I gasped, feeling breathless. I couldn't inhale. Nothing made sense. Everything ached.

  I could feel my chest growing tighter as my vision blurred. Tears fell from my eyes as a loud yell of pure agony and sorrow ripped through me. I could hear my own voice echo off of the walls, filling the room in a deep dread.

   "Please answer. Please. Please," I begged, redialing Liam's number only to be met with the same beeping noise that meant his phone was no longer working.

   "Poor Louis," Plague mocked, stepping closer to me with slow, heavy footsteps. "How does it feel to lose the one person you care about? How does it feel to know that you could do nothing to save them?"

  His words weren't fully reaching me. Nothing was. Not the guns trained on us or the eyes on me. All that mattered was the phone in my hand, being met with repeated disappointment with every redial.

  "Please," I cried out as my chest ached like never before. "Please answer! Answer me!"

  "Louis," I heard Isaac's voice try to gain my attention.

  "Liam, pick up the goddamn phone!" I raged, before smashing my phone against the ground repeatedly, watching and feeling it shatter to pieces against the ground.

   It was futile.

  "What did you do?" I wailed, seething at the same time as I placed my empty hands on the ground. I was on all fours, gasping for breath, begging for death. "What did you do? Why? Why couldn't I-" I choked out a sob.

   I was falling apart. I was breaking down in front of the enemy. I knew it was wrong. I knew that I should act calm and collected, but nothing mattered to me anymore.

  Not if Harry was truly gone.

  The second that building collapsed... it was the moment I died as well.