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Louis' POV
I was in the waiting room like I had always been. Every day since I've gotten out I've sat in the waiting room. I've become a regular. I hate leaving at night, knowing that I'm leaving Harry when I do.
It was 5:59 and I was standing to leave when a doctor came out of the two doors that separated Harry from me. The Door's of Death.
"Louis? I have news." The doctor says. I silently pray that all was well, but a gut feeling told me otherwise. I take a step towards him.
"What seem to be wrong?" I ask, the doctor gives me a frown before handing me the purple composition notebook.
"Harry Styles was pronounced dead this morning. I know that you really loved that boy, so I thought you should have this." He says, handing me the journal. It was light in my hands, but I had a feeling that it held a deep meaning. I know that when I lived with Harry the notebook was always with him. It never left his sight.
"What happened?" I ask, my voice cracking. I hug the notebook tighter to my chest as the tears start to skip down my cheeks.
"He hung himself in his room." The doctor says. I let out a strangled sob as I imagine my Hazza swinging from the ceiling.
"May I be excused?"I ask, I don't wait for the doctor to say anything before disappearing to the bathroom.
Once I'm alone, I look in the mirror. I stared back at myself, but in the corner sat Her. My sister who had died all those years ago, who had tried to help me when things were bad, but ended up making things worse. I hadn't seen Her in months. I had a theory that Harry protected me from Her and I protected Harry from Him, and since Harry was gone, She could come back.
"I'm back, Louis. We can be friends forever." She whispers.
