Wilted Rose (Larry Stylinson one shot)

Part 2

TW: DEATH, SUICIDE

A few days later, I found myself driving as fast as I could, with blurry eyes and ignoring the red lights, breaking all the rules. I got a call from Jay, that made me drop my magazine on the floor. I sprinted towards my boots and put them on shakily, and I payed no attention to the messy but curly chocolate brown mop on my head that's called hair. 

He was in hospital, and very less likely to survive. Jay had been crying on the call, hiccups leaving her mouth as she quietly explained to me that he murmured my name while he was almost unconscious. I stopped at the red light on the main road, because I could spot the police on the subway, and if I hadn't stopped, they might make me pull over which would have delayed this even more. 

I glanced at the passenger seat, and the memories started flooding into my brain like many honey bees returning the sweet honey to their honeycomb. I could imagine those times where he filled the empty space, both of the passenger seat, and my heart. He was there, his blue eyes gleaming at me with a playful smile on his face. He would stare at me when I was driving too fast, and he would look away when I caught him, pretending to be oblivious. 

My eyes cast a look towards to bottle holder, where his tumbler cup was kept. He insisted on buying it one day when we were at the mall, after watching a movie. I pretended not to buy it, but later on, I surprised him by gifting it to him. The look on his face was worth every fucking diamond in the world. I held the cup to my chest and cried, knowing that I would probably never see my boy again. All that tension almost made me skip the green light, but I sped to the hospital with what seemed like decades. 

I ran towards the desk, and the reception lady gently looked at me and asked, "who are you looking for, darling?"

I wiped my eyes with sweater paws and stuttered out his name.

"Oh, so you must be Harry, His brother, right? Your parents are expecting you. Sorry for your brother. He's in room 7..." The lady said in a comforting tone. That left me shocked for a minute, but then it hit me. Only family is allowed in the rooms. His parents must have lied to her. I gave her a little nervous nod and went running to the room. 

I put my hand on the door handle, and grazed at it, feeling numb. I almost didn't want to see him in that state. I sighed and reluctantly turned the knob, and pushed the door open. I gasped as I saw the heartbreaking sight. There he was, conscious, but weak. He had an oxygen mask on, and his hand was attached to glucose with a canula. He was laying there, looking like an angel being hunted and shot by the devil. Innocent, Hurt, Little. But still, beautiful. My angel was beautiful, even though he would leave me very soon. 

I chocked on a sob as I walked up to him, my knees feeling weak all of a sudden. I sat on the bed gently, as to not startle him. I cupped his face as he opened his eyes. The glistening blue in his eyes never faded. He brought a weak hand up and removed his mask. He whispered ever so weakly 

"Kiss me for the last time"

that I could barely hear him. Tears escaped my eyes and dripped on his neck as I bent down and gently kissed his forehead. I left a lingering peck on his lips after that. I leaned to his ears and spoke in a little whisper, as I couldn't trust my voice after crying for so long. 

"I love you so much, baby, so much. I'll never be able to forget you, and all the times we were together. I can't lose you, angel. I just can't." and I gently grasped his hand and intertwined our fingers. "I'll meet you in heaven, sweetcheeks. I'm going to our spot, the spot where we had our first kiss. The spot where we watched the beautiful sun set back into it's place and the moon shone proudly in the sky. I'll think of you, and I'll jump, baby. I'll meet you in heaven-" 

I was cut off by his raspy voice whisper screaming "NO! You can't go Harry, I won't let you go! I won't let you die. No." he said, gently shaking his head with tears in his eyes and wincing. 

"Shh, baby. listen, when you step on an insect, you should not let it suffer in pain. If it stays alive, it will stay in pain all it's life, and will be blessed if he receives death. You should kill it immediately, because killing it would hurt less than it living in pain. It's the same with me, darling. The fact that you will leave me, that stepped on me and it hurts like hell. If i stay alive without you, I'll be in pain all my life. Do you want that, honey? Do you want me to be in pain forever?" He looked at me softly, shaking his head as a few tears slipped from his eyes. I wiped them from the pad of my thumb, and gave him a small smile.

"B-but, I don't want you dying because of me, Harry. I love you... You have to live your life" He said, his bottom lip shaking. 

"This is the best way I can die, baby. For you. And I'd rather not live my life if it's not with you" And with that, I put his oxygen mask back on his face and and stood up to leave. He squeezed my hand and said, "I love you, Harry" 

"I love you more, Lou" I said as I kissed the back of his hand and let him rest it on the bed. I walked up to Jay and Mark and gave them a goodbye hug. I could feel their pain, because of the look in their eyes. It was heartbreaking. I glanced back at them as I closed the door, and left with blurry eyes, because it was the end. 

I drove away to 'Our Spot', where my heart belonged. As I stood at the edge of the cliff, I wiped my tears. I lifted my head up and screamed to the stars

"I LOVE YOU, LOUIS TOMLINSON! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I GIVE MY LIFE TO YOU, LOUIS. BECAUSE YOU WERE MINE, ARE MINE, AND ALWAYS WILL BE MINE... IN MY HEART, AND MY MIND" 

I looked back at my car, the sky, and the sun that was just setting. It was the same view where we had our first kiss, the same view where we spent our first year dating anniversary. It's going to be the same view where we would end it. The only thing missing was him, and I was going to him. Going to who my heart belonged. Going home. 

For the last time, I whispered, "I love you, Louis. I'm coming to you", and I jumped, ending the pain. 

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So, this is the end, I guess.

It was my first fic, so don't judge me... but I hope it was okay...

Love, S xoxo