where does the time go? ; larry au

month 3

when they talk about their death dates.

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They're sitting on the couch when the conversation is brought up.

"Louis?"

"Yes, Harry?"

Harry bit his lip softly and looked down at his lap.

"Are you ready?"

Louis furrowed his eyebrows slightly, now understanding what Harry was getting at right now.

"Ready for what?"

"For, ya know...the time."

Then it snapped in Louis' brain. "Oh. Um, I'm - I'm not sure.. Are you ready?"

Harry's face scrunched up, like he was thinking of an answer.

"No..I'm not. But I'm really scared.. How am I supposed to know how I go?"

Louis shrugged sadly. "I don't know..I think that's the most horrific thing. This is so screwed up."

Harry lied his head on Louis' shoulder, trying to ease his nerves.

You see, there are many ways that you could go on your death day. You could get murdered, you could commit suicide, you die of natural causes, you could go from diseases that suddenly come right before the day you have to go. It was truly disgusting, but everyone in the world had to deal with it.

"I don't want to go." Harry whispered, sniffling quietly. Louis immediately wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders.

"I don't either, love. But we all have to go eventually."

It may seem like Louis is calm and is being a rock for Harry, but on the inside he's freaking out.

"I'll miss you when you're gone, Louis."

Louis had to blink away his tears.

"I'll miss you too. So fucking much.

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This was so sad I hate myself why do I do this

But I decided to update this bc it needs to get rolling! So here it is, I hope you enjoyed :)

Until the next one,
All the love,
Dekayla 💕💕💕