LARRY. sorry. anywhore. this is larry. because ship of dreammms<333 anywhore. if you dont like larry. idgaf. dont read it. i dont want hate because i ship larry either, youre gona have to get over it(;
*based off of life after you by daughtry.*
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I still remember it like it was yesterday.
Louis and I. We were in the car, on our way home from a nice quiet dinner at our favorite restraunt in town.
*flashback*
"baby." Louis said, looking over at me, gripping my hand. "our song's on."
He smiled at me with that lovley smile of his. His blue eyes having a little sparkle to them. I love him. I didn't what anyone said, Louis was mine, and I was his.
"10 miles from town, and i just broke down." Louis sang to me. I blushed and looked down at our intertwined hands.
"spitting out smoke on the side of the road." I sang, harmonizing my voice with his.
And that's when it happened.
I saw the bright lights coming towards us through the driver side window.
"LOUIS!" I screamed. But it was to late.
The car hit us, full speed. Right. On. Louis. Side.
That's the last thing I remember before blacking out. My hand still locked in with Louis'.
*present day*
"Harry?" I heard Liam's voice ask.
"yeah?" I said looking up, being pulled out of the horrible flashback that had entered my brain.
"are you alright mate? you look a little pale." Liam soft, puppy like voice said to me.
"yeah I just need to go lay down for a bit."
I got up and slowly walked up the bedroom Louis and I used to share. Now it was mine, only mine. His clothes were still hung up the closet. I walked over to it, pulling out one of Louis favorite hoodies, pulling it over my head.
I put my nose to the shoulder and inhaled deeply.
It still smelt just like him. I closed my eyes, imagining that it was Louis wrapped around me and not just his hoodie.
I opened my eyes again, walking over to the bed we used to share. His side has gone untouched, I haven't made it, I haven't even moved his pillow.
*flashback*
"HARRY!" I heard Louis call from our bedroom.
I walked in from our conjoined bathroom to see Louis streching backwards, pulling his body left and right.
"my back hurts baby." he simply said.
I walked over behind Louis, placing my hands on both shoulders, rubbing slowly, putting just enough pressure.
I began to knead my thumbs inbetween his shoulder blades.
"that better love?" I softly whispered in his ear.
I could almost feel the shivers arriving on his skin.
"much." he quietly replied.
He turned his face towards me, wrapping his small, yet muscular hands around my neck, while I placed mine on his waist.
I gently kissed his nose, as if one foreful movement might break him. "i love you. You know that right?" i said to him, kissing his forehead, then his nose, just above his jaw, then slowly kissing his mouth.
"i love you too." he smiled into the kiss i planted on his ever so soft lips.
*present day*
I remember that night, it was the first night Louis and I ever made love.
Sure we had sex before, plenty of times. But that time was different. It was actually love. Hand holding, lip kissing, slow love.
I got up from the bed, walking over to our bathroom. I looked to my right and saw the little tiny picture fram placed right next to the mirror.
It held the first picture we had ever gotten together. When Louis asked for one, claiming he knew I'd be famous one day.
*flashback*
i was walking back to my mother when I accidently ran into another contestant, not watching where I was going.
"oops." i simply said. It was a simple word, but that one word had started it all.
I looked up into the eyes of the boy I ran into. They were beautiful, sparkling blue eyes, that completely took my breathe away.
"hi." he said, a short gasp of breathe behind it.
*present day*
I walked over to that picture. Starring at it, looking at how young we really were. I smiled to myself, thinking about the day I met the love of my life. THAT was the best day of my life.
I walked on over to the small drawer under the sink. I pulled out my box of band aids.
At the way bottom, and razor blade was tapped.
I never thought I'd be using this again, but I guess I was wrong.
*flashback*
I opened my eyes, a terrible headache already forming.
Where was i? I asked myself.
I looked to my left and saw Louis lieing there, almost lifeless.
That's when it all came back to me. Louis. The restruant. Dinner. Singing. Our song. The crash.
"louis?" I managed to croak out.
"harry, babe, I'm here. But not for long, I can tell. Baby, if I don't make it, promise me one thing? You won't hurt yourself because I'm gone."
*present day*
I pulled up the sleeve of the hoodie. Placing the cool metal blade against my wrist.
"louis, I'm sorry I know I promised I wouldn't hurt myself. But living without you is hurting me. Don't worry babe. I'll see you soon. " I felt a tear run down my face of the thought of seeing my love again.
"all that I'm after is a life full of laughter, as long as im laughing with you. Im thinking that all that still matters is love ever after. After the life we've been through. Cause I know there's no life after you
With that, I pulled the blade across my wrist, some many times. I lost count after a while.
I started feeling dizzy, and I knew that I'd be with my love once again soon. I pulled a couple more times, feeling the blood pour out.
"I'm coming Louis." I said. and with that, the blade fell from my hand, falling backwards. Everything went black.
"HARRY!?" I heard a high pitched familiar voice.
I looked around, trying to distinguish where I was. That's when I saw him. Louis.
It worked. Im with him agian.
I ran up to him, picking him up my arms.
"harry you promised." he whispered.
"but babe, there was no life after you." I pressed my lips to his, feeling him smile into the sweet kiss i missed so much.
