A Series Short Stories [1D]

I Have Loved You Since You Were 18

"Honey, I'm home!" Harry called walking through the door like he did every evening. "Babe, you her?" He questioned slowly pulling off his scarf and placing it on the table in the front hall. No reply. Harry strode slowly into the living room, heart racing. Empty beer bottles covered the coffee table and broken shards of glass lay on the floor. "No no no no" Harry whispered racing up the stairs to the bedroom. He ran around the room frantically searching, when he saw small drops of crimson colored stains on the cream carpet leading the the bathroom door. Harry stood staring at the white door, with a shaking hand he pushed open the bathroom door. There it was, his worse nightmare come to life. There in the bathtube lay the body lg the man he had loved for 10 years, lifeless, head barley above the water. He crawled to the body, sobbing, checking his slit wrists for a pulse. There was none. Harry puled the wet, bloody body out of the bathtube and ito his lap "You fucking idiot, how could you do this? How could you be so selfish?" He rocked back and forth with the lifeless body in his arms. "I love you, you didn't have to do this" he whispered with his lips pressed to the skin of the boys cheek. "I have loved you since you were 18, I have loved you my whole life. You're and idiot, you know that? Mr Louis Tomlinson, you're a fucking idiot" He sobbed into the chest of the boy for the rest of the night before swallowing a whole bottle of pills to join the love of his life.