Louis no longer wants to live and his plan to leave the world behind was almost a success. Almost. That is, until Harry, a vampire, saves Louis' life and grants him immortality with his bite.
However, Louis is far from grateful when he wakes up to h...
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TW: character death (just to reassure everyone, it's not Louis)
Harry lies still in bed, the darkness pressing in on him like a suffocating blanket. The weight of Louis' death pulls him down into a deep, endless sorrow, leaving him feeling hollow and lost. Everything around him seems distant and muted, as if the world has faded into a dull, lifeless grey.
The other vampires in his clan tried all day to reach him, offering words of comfort and support, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to respond. He barely registered their presence, their attempts to help falling flat against the impenetrable wall of grief he had built around himself. Niall and Zayn, usually so close to him, stood by helplessly, unsure of how to reach the friend they no longer recognised. Harry shut them out, his heart too heavy to accept their sympathy. The light in his eyes, once so bright, has dimmed to nothing. It’s as if the moment Louis died, the spark inside Harry died too.
As the hours crawl by, Harry remains in his darkened room, lost in a labyrinth of memories. Every thought, every fleeting image, brings fresh pain. He remembers Louis' smile, the warmth of his touch, the sound of his laughter - all of it now tainted by the cruel reality of his loss. The second night without Louis feels like an eternity of suffering, as Harry relives the moments they shared, only to be crushed by the realisation that they’re gone forever. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the emptiness that now fills him.
Harry feels like a ghost, a shadow of the person he once was, trapped between the love he has for Louis and the unbearable pain of losing him. In the dead of night, when the silence is the loudest, Harry whispers Louis' name again and again, as if speaking it out loud might somehow bring him back, or at least ease the ache in his chest.
But no matter how much he wishes it, Louis is gone and Harry is left alone, drowning in his grief. Time continues to move forward, indifferent to his suffering, but for Harry, the world has stopped. The hole in his heart where Louis used to be is vast and unfillable, a wound that even eternity can’t heal.
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On the third day, Harry finds a small comfort in Cookie.
Drawn to Louis' favourite spot in the garden, Harry makes his way to the hutch nestled in a quiet corner. As he approaches, the soft sound of Cookie hopping around becomes a gentle rhythm, mirroring the ache in Harry's heart.
Opening the hutch door, Harry is met with Cookie's curious gaze. Those small, blue eyes seem to hold a silent understanding, a shared sadness. Maybe the bunny misses Louis just as much. Harry sinks to his knees and gently runs his fingers through the rabbit's fur. Cookie nuzzles against him, offering a comforting presence in a world now filled with pain.
For hours, Harry loses himself in the simple act of caring for Cookie. Each pellet he drops into the bowl feels like a small gesture of love, a way to connect with what remains of Louis. He watches Cookie nibble on fresh greens, the rhythmic chewing creating a soothing backdrop in the quiet garden. Harry spends hours by the hutch, feeding, playing, and cuddling with his furry companion. Though the weight of grief still presses heavily on his chest, there’s a fragile sense of relief in Cookie’s soft fur and twitching nose.
