the book of Deadwater (a one direction fanfic)

Chapter 5

Harry's POV

Louis Louis Louis Louis Louis Louis Louis louis.

The man towering over me, Topper I think his name was, yelled loudly. "did you hear me boy?"

My eyes dropped to his shoes. He had said Louis name that's all I remembered. My brain had gone haywire. I remembered Louis lame jokes and hyper personality and amazing sense of humor. Then I remembered he was dead. He had killed him self. And when he had died I was mad at him.

"LISTEN TO ME BOY" Topper spat.

I looked back at his face. He didn't resemble Louis. I wanted to see Louis. I knew there was only one way to and I would take it.

"did you hear my question?"

My eyes wandered to a place over his shoulder. The doctors and nurses said I had visions. But if they were fake why did they look so real. His face. His cheek bones. His smile. Louis. Louis. Louis I want Louis.

"louis?"

"no" he snarled stomping across the room the muttering something beneath his breath "listen to me styles do you know where Louis is"

I pointed to the vanishing figure behind him. Topper turned and realizing there was nothing there lashed out angrily whacking me with the back of his hand. "listen to me boy and listen to me hard, if you don't drop this crazy act I will shoot you. And I will have no regrets. I don't care if you burn up and die. I just want answers. Got it?"

I nodded, then looked wide eyed at the roof "what's the question again?"

"have you seen louis?"

"that's why I'm here isn't it" I look at him as he stared angrily in to my eyes burning through them with such hatred.

"have you ever heard of a girl Joanne Po? Or Katie Po? Or Colin Smith?"

I'd heard Louis talk about Katie once when he didn't think I could hear him. Louis... He's dead.... My best friend is.... Dead... Rotting broken and torn in a hole six feet under!

"HE'S DEAD" I screamed flipping the table topper had brought in and running then clawing at the wall like a mad dog.

"three..." Topper reached into his pants and pulled out a flip knife. When I heard the flip I turned to look at him.

"no" I screamed feeling up and down the wall searching for a way out.

As he got close enough he forcefully pushed me into the wall and ran the blade carelessly against my cheek drawing blood. "want to know a secret pretty boy?"

I whimpered and pulled away from the knife.

"your boyfriend isn't dead"

I was puzzled and I stood in a state of shock and anger. "he's not?"

"no he's not but you are" he pulled back and dug the flip knife deep into my chest then twisted it wildly side to side.

The pain was sharp but short lived.

They say you brain continues working for eight minutes after your dead. Eight minutes to realize you are dead and to tell yourself- we'll I'm dead. Eight minutes to except it and look back at your life. There was so much more I could have done. I was still in the biggest boy band ever. And I was still the envy of everyone. But no one knew the real me. Defenatly not Louis. That's what I wish I told them.

Wow eight minutes pasted qui-

Jo's POV

Niall looked awful. I mean like a ass got hit by a manure truck and then got beaten senseless by Jackie Chan.