Louis Tomlinson Prefrences

▪You Commit Suicide And He Thinks You're Asleep (His P.O.V.)▪

▪You Commit Suicide And He Thinks You're Asleep (His P.O.V.)▪

I walk inside, locking the door behind me. "Princess! I'm home!" Nothing. I walked up to our room. "(Y/N)- oh. She's  asleep." I kissed her cheek, tucking her in bed. She's a bit cold. Shit... I have to fix the heaters. Dammit. I wrapped her in the blankets.

▪Next Morning▪

I woke up sitting on the couch, expecting to smell breakfast. I go upstairs to our room. That's when I notice a note on our bedside table. Taking it, I unfolded it. It read:

Dear Louis,                              2/14/2015

No. I'm not asleep. I committed suicide... I didn't want to tell you because  I didn't want you to worry about me. Sorryy, LouBoo. I love you, though. Please try your best to move on to someone else, please. Just... just please. I'll miss you. I'll miss your kisses, yoir hugs, your laugh, your eyes, your hair, and most of all, just you in general. Tell the boys I love them with all my heart. I love you with my heart and my soul. You're my everyhing. You will always be. I love you, so fucking much. Please, don't worry about me. Please, don't.

                                            Lots of Love,
                                                              (Y/N) ♡

I continued to stare at the note. But, I could've helped. I could've prevented this from happening. I could've done something. I could've talked her out of it. If only I didn't come home so late. "I'm sorry, Love." I whispered to myself. There goes a part of me I'll never, ever, ever get back. I collapsed and started to sob. I sob until I fell asleep.