evanesce- l.s. [x]

Cold ; 2

Song;
-Slipped Away, Avril Lavigne

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Harry and Louis were backstage after one of their shows. Harry's arms were securely wrapped around Louis' curvy waist. They exchanged gentle kisses every few minutes, before they had to leave to get back to their hotel.

Once again, Harry woke up. Sweat particles covered his forehead, and he was crying. He heard Louis' voice.

"Harry!" Louis called out frantically. He was hoping Harry could hear him.

"Louis?" Harry mumbled as he rubbed his eyes.

"Harry, it's me." Louis watched Harry's figure move under the duvet.

"But I thought you were dead. You're gone Louis. Aren't you?"

"I'm dead. But, Harry, I'm here."

Harry flicked on the lamp that sat on his nightstand. He scanned the room, nothing.

The light was dim, and it gave Harry's face this perfect, warm glow that highlighted his features. Louis smiled weakly at the sight.

"I'm going insane, aren't I? This is a dream, isn't it?" Harry asked more to himself than to Louis.

"No Harry, you're awake and sane. I love you Harry."

"I love you too, Louis. I miss you."

"I miss you too Harold."

"Louis?" Harry asked after a few moments of silence.

"Harry?"

"How are you talking to me?"

Louis didn't want to say anything just yet. He left Harry alone again. The room was silent. No answer, nothing from Louis.

Harry covered his face, sobs escaping his light pink lips. He couldn't take whatever this was. Louis was speaking to him having full conversations with him. This was the third time within the past five days.

Could spirits actually exist? Harry wondered as he shut off his bedside lamp.

It seemed impossible to Harry. I'm going crazy, he thought to himself. It was absurd, he couldn't actually be talking to Louis. It just wasn't possible.

Harry wiped his eyes and looked up. Louis' side of the bed was empty, like it had been for the past week.

Harry laid back down and ran the tips of his fingers along the untouched sheets. They were cold, the complete opposite of Louis' body.

Harry continued to run his fingers along the frigid sheets, his tears soaking the fabric of his pillow.

"The bed is cold without you, Lou." Harry whispered. "It's so, so cold."

Harry closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. He opened them again, his eyes adjusting to the dark of the room.

He imagined Louis coming into the room after one of his late night shows. He imagined seeing Louis walk into the room, being as quiet as possible as he slipped under the covers.

He imagined feeling the bed dip, he imagined feeling Louis' small arms wrap around his torso. Harry imagined mumbling a quiet 'How was your show?' as he kissed his cheeks and temples.

He imagined all these things, but knew they would never happen again. He lost Louis.

He lost the only person he wanted to share moments like the ones he imagined and remembered with one person.

And that one person he wanted more moments with was gone. Out of sight, out of his life. Completely and utterly gone.

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(A/N): Just a short update, hope you enjoyed it!!