Worthless - Larry Stylinson fanfic

Chapter 26

Harry’s POV

I knew something was wrong when Louis went to the bathroom. I could see it in his face and it just felt wrong. Something was really wrong. When Louis had been in the bathroom for about an hour I decided to go and check on him.

The door was locked and I knocked, but when I didn’t get any reply and couldn’t hear anything from in there I felt panic rise inside me.

I screamed at him to open the door my voice full with the feelings I felt. I was scared. I had never been so scared in my entire life. I was terrified and I had a feeling that this would not end good. I ran to the bedroom I had for our visiting at the hotel and took a small penny with me. I tried to unlock the bathroom door with it, but my hands kept shaking and tears was streaming down my face. I was so goddamn scared.

When the door finally opened I let out a scream when I saw him. Louis. He sat there lifeless on the floor with a razor beside him and blood streaming out from cuts on his arms. He had his eyes half open and his mouth open as well. He was pale and I ran towards him to check his pulse.

With shaking hands and panic taking over my body I searched for his pulse. But I couldn’t find it. I let out a strangled sob before I tried again. And again. But it was nowhere to be found.

“I love you Louis, please come back! Don’t leave me! Come back to me! Louis!” 

He didn’t move and I cried hard. I watched his white face and saw that his eyes was now fully closed and he had a small smile ghosting over his lips.

He didn’t move. He didn’t breath. He didn’t live.

I screamed out and I soon heard hurried footsteps coming closer to the bathroom. I sat there beside my now dead best friend, the love of my life and cried and screamed. Finally Liam, Niall, Zayn and Paul plus another man I had forgotten the name of rushed inside and I heard them gasp when they saw me and Louis on the floor.

I heard one of them scream, some cries and someone calling for an ambulance. But it was already too late.

Louis was dead and there was nothing anyone could do to save him. He was gone. My best friend was dead. My best friend committed suicide. I was in love with my dead best friend.

Louis was gone and he took a part of me with him.

Some minutes later or hours, I couldn’t tell, men in uniforms rushed in to the bathroom. They separated me from Louis against my will. They took him. He left me. Louis left me. He fucking left me.

He was gone. Louis was dead.

No matter how many times I thought it I still couldn’t believe it. Louis couldn’t be dead. He wasn’t he couldn’t have left me. He wouldn’t have. He did. He left me. He died. He’s gone.

The men gave us an apologetic look before they left the room with Louis.

I didn’t notice that somebody held me or that I had stood up before my knees gave in and I still didn’t fall to my floor. I wasn’t aware of anything around me while I screamed and cried. But nothing I ever did would bring Louis back. He was already gone and would never come back.

After a while I saw Niall on the floor crying with Liam holding him while he shook which made it clear that he cried too. Zayn stood with the nameless man and cried heavily.   

I looked at the place where Louis once had been at but there was now just his blood left. I had blood on my hands after searching for his pulse. I had Louis’ blood on my hands. In more than one way. It was my fault he killed himself.

I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to feel. My tears hadn’t stopped but they ran without making a sound. I didn’t shake, I didn’t sob and I didn’t scream anymore. I just cried and watched the place my love had killed himself.

My happy, carefree Louis had committed suicide. He had hurt himself. He had cut. He wanted to die. He died. He was dead.

Louis William Tomlinson was dead.