echo. | larry stylinson.

Chapter Twenty-Six - "This is all your fault!"

Louis POV:

I stayed at the Styles' house for a long time. I didn't know what time it was. Anne and Gemma were trying to cheer up each other, but you could easily tell it wasn't working. Why should it? The doctor could call us to inform us about Harry's death every second, and everyone in the room knew. Anne knew, Gemma knew and I knew. 

I groaned quietly and buried my face into my hands, the image of Harry sitting on the cold bathroom floor was burned into my mind.

He looked so lifeless, like his body had already given up. If you wouldn't find him on the bathroom floor, you could've thought he was just sleeping. How I wish he was. 

I glanced over to the clock that was hanging on the wall, telling me it was almost 7 pm, mum would already be home, probably wondering where I was, either worried or pissed off. 

"I-I should go home..", I croaked out, and looked at Gemma and Anne as I slowly stood up. "My mum is probably worried about where I am.." Anne nodded. 

"You call me when anything happens, okay?" Gemma nodded, and gave me a weak smile. "We will."

I nodded, and walked out of the house, and the cold air hit my skin, I only was wearing pyjama pants and a t-shirt since I ran over to Harry without changing clothes.

I walked up to my front door, and unlocked it and stepped inside, and closed the door behind me, before I slipped off my shoes and kicked them to the other shoes of my family. 

I walked into the living room, where my mum sat on the sofa, her eyes pointed at the tv. She looked at me as she heard my footsteps walking into the room.

"Where have you been? I told you-"

I didn't listen to what she was saying. All I knew was that tears blurred my vision as I walked to the other couch.

"Lou? Is everything alright?", I heard my mother say louder, but I was unable to say anything because I bit my lip, trying not to let out a sob as I threw myself on the couch, and pressed my face into a pillow and let out  a scream that got muffled by the pillow in front of my face.

I started to sob into the pillow that was getting wet from my tears as I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Louis, talk to me.", I heard my mum saying in a concerned voice.

I swallowed and move away from the pillow, looking at her with blood-shot and swollen eyes.

"What happened? Where were you?" 

"I-I..", I started, taking another deep breath. "I was over at... at the Styles' house.." 

My mum nodded. "Why were you there? You needed rest, I mean-", my mum started before I cut her off, speaking turned out to be hard when literally all you were doing was sobbing.

"N-Niall.. called me saying.. H-Harry.. he.. he was away.. like... Niall found him with a bleeding nose..", I took a deep breath in order to calm me down. 

"H-Harry told Niall that.. Niall should fuck off and walked away... and I walked over to... to their house.. I wanted to look a-after him, you know? A-Asking him what... happened..", I decided to not tell my mother I practically flew over to their house.

"G-Gemma gave me a key, I told you.." My mum nodded as she looked at me, listening to my story.

"I-I walked into Harry's room but... h-he wasn't there..", I raised my hand to my eyes and wiped away tears that were streaming down my face, I seemed to never ran out of tears.

"I then... I walked into the bathroom and.." A hiccup cut me off, and my mum pulled me into a hug, stroking over my back. "Calm down before you suffocate."