(LOUIS'S POV)
The one thing that could've went wrong today, did go wrong.
I should've known by how cold he was... Or how slow his breathing pattern became.
I should've known he'd die, because I love him. Everything I love turns to dust or dies. There's no in between for me, and as I sob, watching them shock my boyfriend several times, I finally understand why I was put on this Earth.
"Harry!" I scream, shoving the doctors out of the way. They protest my action but I continue, looking for a sign of life as I cling to the idea that he might live... That he might kiss my lips again.
"Louis! Stop that-" one of the doctors scolds me, but I can't move away. I can't let Harry go without knowing one last thing.
"I wanna marry you- I have to marry you, don't die, please, Harry. For me!" I yell, gripping onto his hand like if I let go, I'll crumble.
A few minutes later, when nothing is working, the doctor stops preforming and checks his watch, hesitating. "Time of death-"
"No! No!" I scream, tears rushing off my face like Niagara Falls. I can't help it. Harry is fading away. I push the idiot out of the way and take over myself, pumping on Harry's chest desperately. "Don't leave me," I whimper out, and now I can feel everybody's eyes on me. They think I'm crazy... They think I have no idea what love is.
But they're wrong. They're all wrong.
"Baby, please-" I whisper, just before I feel a hand on my shoulder. I don't even need to look behind me to feel that it's my mother.
I break down. Every inch of me does. I rest my ear against Harry's chest and just... Breathe.
That's what Harry would want me to do, to just breathe. I don't even have the strength to shove my mother away from me, who's rubbing my back and trying to comfort me. Nobody can comfort me. Nobody can do anything.
Anne is sobbing, but I barely realize it even though she's across from me, squeezing Harry's hand in her own. Nobody in the room knows what to say anymore, and by the time everyone has gone to the cafe to try and calm down, I'm still glued to Harry's hospital bed. I listen to his chest, but it's nothing but empty, leaving me to wonder why I'm still here.
Why haven't I taken my own life yet? Why am I still breathing when Harry just... Isn't?
"Harry... Baby," I groan out, pulling at his shirt desperately, sobbing my god damn eyes out. I almost don't hear it, just because my ears are set on the fact that he's dead, but... He's not.
His heart is beating. Pressing my ear closer, I let out a relieved sigh. Have I gone crazy? Am I making this up?
"Louis..." A crackling voice says weakly, and I snap my head up in surprise. Did I really just fucking hear that? God damn it. I'm crazy. I'm crazy.
"Bambi? Oh god- baby boy," I whimper, grabbing his face until those mossy green eyes open up slowly.
"Can't b-breathe-" He says, and I panic. I can't fucking lose him again.
"Help!" I yell out, "He's alive!"
Then I don't hesitate to breathe for Harry. My mouth on his, I feel like this is more important than a kiss. This is keeping my struggling boy alive.
"Thank y-you-" Bambi chokes out between a big breath. And I reply with a big puff of air as if to say; you are so very welcome.
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Well? Xoxox love you all. So sorry for the delay. (Once again x)
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Fanfiction((warning!: hey everyone! i wrote this when i was like 15-16? and i realized i never put a rating on this story. it's pretty explicit! (i tagged it as mature but i'm going to put in the description that it's 18+ just so it's very clear)) Orgasms...
