One Direction Imagines and One Shots

Louis One Shot

[A/N] Sorry if this is really depressing. I was very angry and upset with certain people and had some thoughts, so I wrote this to try and get my feelings out. Love you xx

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He had had enough. Enough of the mean words. Enough of the judging eyes. Enough of the cold souls. He couldn't take it any more. He had gone so many years with having to deal with it and act like it didn't bother him. He tried to brush it off but it was too much for him to handle.

Louis sat down on his bed and pulled out the small object that had been his reliever for this long but had only been brought out a few times. It was the reason he had been wearing so many bracelets. So many long shirts and sweaters. He hadn't wanted anyone to find out but now, it wouldn't matter. He wasn't going to have to deal with any of this for much longer anyways. He had decided a few hours before that this would be the last day he would cut, the last day he would endure any more hate, the last day he would plaster a fake smile on his face, the last day he would live.

He was leaving and he wasn't going to be coming back. He had his mind set and nothing would be able to change it. But he just wanted to see his little friend one more time that had always been hidden in his bathroom cabinet behind the pills that he had been taking as another failed attempt of trying to feel better.

He placed it onto his arm and started to drag it across his skin, leaving a trail of dark red liquid in its path. The feeling was still unfamiliar and uncomfortable even after the amount of times he's done it but he still continued. He lifted it up and place it onto his leg and did it the same thing. He clamped a hand over his mouth to keep himself from screaming. He didn't want his other band member that he was sharing the flat with to come in and see him like this.

As the blood oozed, he set the razor on the bedside table and laid back against the head board. He closed his eyes for a mere two seconds before standing up and dizzily walking over to his closet. He opened the door and saw what he was looking for. He pulled down the small tin box and carried it over to his bed where he opened it and pulled out the small pistol.

He began to sob but nevertheless continued with his set goal. He loaded the gun and got the small sheet of paper from his back pocket and held it in his hand as he raised the gun to his head. Tears spilled down his face as he held it there. He put his finger on the trigger and squeezed his eyes shut and it was all over.

There was no more pain, no more suffering, no more fear of not being good enough. But at the same time, there was no more angelic voice, no more perfect hair, no more Louis.

The other boy in the small flat heard the shot and had no idea what to think. But little did he know that the twenty-one year old that he had spent almost five years with was laying lifeless on the bed in the room next to his. That he had escaped the terrible comments and the nasty words that had been haunting him ever since the two had met. But the nineteen year old had no time to think about anything, his mind was blank as he rushed to Louis' room.

The door flew open and Harry rushed in only to see Louis with the gun in his right hand and the paper in his left. He rushed over to him as he started to breakdown. He cradled Louis in his arms and rocked him back and forth pleading for him to wake up and to come back. He held him tightly to his chest, never wanting to let go.

He looked down at Louis who's lips were blue and blood coming out of his mouth, nose, wrists, thighs, and the gaping hole in his head. He looked at the paper in his hand and slowly reached for it. He opened it up and read what was on it:

To whom it may concern, I have had enough of this unforgiving world and have chosen to leave. I haven't felt loved in these past years and I cannot take it any longer. The only people that have shown me anything other than hate were my other band members and my family. But I was even drifting away from them. Except for Harry, he is the only reason I will regret my decision. I am very sorry Harry and I wish that I didn't have to leave you while making this decision. -Louis