december » two years later
It was another one of those nights where Harry had his hands in his pants. Dreaming about the same things. It was so vivid and it was like they were really together, like Louis was actually there.
Sometimes, to Harry it feels abnormal to masturbate to his dead fiance, but he's not in control of his actions. He didn't even know he was jacking himself off.
"Harry.." Louis mumbled, voice sounding so light and delicate as a soft moan escaped his mouth.
"Don't go, don't go.." Harry whimpered, bucking his hips up as Louis slams himself down, "fuck, Lou..please.."
Louis looked down at Harry with droopy eyes, resting his palms on Harry's chest as he rocked back and forth. Louis leaned down to kiss Harry for the last time, "be careful.." he whispered
As Harry woke up he came silently, only with a soft gasp and him clenching the sheets. He looked at his clock which read 6:45, which is always the time he wakes up. He doesn't need an alarm.
He has Louis.
"Shit." Harry cursed, brushing his hair back with a sigh. He stayed in bed for a few more minutes and bit his lip, he wanted to sleep again..he wanted more.
"Harry!?" Luke called out, closing the door behind him. Harry barely sat up and slammed himself back down onto the pillows with a groan.
Soon enough Luke walked into the room and turned on the light, causing Harry to hiss at him.
"It stinks in here," Luke mumbled, covering his mouth and his nose, "When was the last time you cleaned in here?" He asked, kicking Harry's underwear around the room, "fucking hell."
"Uh..last year..." Harry mumbled, wiping his eyes with one hand while the other still rested on his dick.
"Harry. You need a boyfriend or girlfriend or something because..." Luke said, still walking around Harrys room while picking up all the unwashed clothes, "this is unacceptable.."
"So." Harry shrugged, Luke scoffed and looked at Harry
"So?" Luke asked, "Fucking so? Harry its been a year...I'm sorry to say, but Lou's not coming back okay? Louis would not want you moping around here like a sad Bambi while you rely on beer to wash everything away."
"I only rely on beer because I like my hallucinations.." Harry stated.
"That's not good for you! You can go insane, Haz..you can fucking die."
Harry just shrugged and wiped the cum off his stomach, "Let me die. I'd rather go to hell with Louis than to stay on this earth without him."
Luke teared up and paced the room, "You're fucking sick!" Luke yelled, stopping in front of Harry, "You're actions are hurting everyone around you, asshole! You are unrecognizable, you are not Harry!"
"I'm Harry." Harry mumbled.
"No the fuck you're not. Harry wouldn't harass me like you did, Harry wouldn't drink away on everything, Harry wouldn't push everybody away!" Luke cried, "Where's the Harry that hates seeing me cry? Where's the Harry that wants everybody to be happy?"
Harry rolled his eyes and sighed, "That's what I've been trying to find out.."
"Well hurry up and find out, its getting a bit too late for that." Luke said, dropping his hands to his side, "get dressed you have an appointment." Luke said before walking out the room.
"You need to open your eyes before its too late.."
