ok before you start reading - if you're a larry shippper please don't take offence to anything written here. If you're going to send hate thats fine by me i really cound't give a shit about what you have to say so go ahead and tell me how wrong i am and how "larry is real".
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*louis' P.O.V*
I walked into my house with eleanor after we'd gotten home from the beach. "Harry, man! what do you want for dinner?" "ermm, pasta?" "too easy" i answered. "I'll get started on dinner babe" El told me. I kissed her "thank you" She blushed and walked into the kitchen. Harry was laying on the couch watching The Walking Dead while on instragram on his iphone. He was about to take a photo of the tv but i jumper infront and wrecked the photo "lou!" he whinned, but the whine soon turning into laughter. "what? what is it?" i asked him. "your face!" he cried laughing. He showed me the photo and i looked like an abolute idiot. "harry delet it!" i commanded. He shook his head "no way" so i tackled him and we started wrestling. My chest was above his and i had pinned him down. But of course the paparazi come along. There were 2 men in black lether jackets outisde the back door who were taking photos. I quickly jumped off of Harry and ran to the door gave them the finger then pulled the certains down. "what was all that noise?" eleanor asked as she ran into the lounge room. "fuckin paps again" "shit.." Harry said. "Harry, come here for sec" i asked him. He walked over and rested his arm over my shoulder. "I think.. we should um.. drift" I tried to explain to him that if we didn't spend as much time together that maybe we would be left alone and people would stop all the rumors. "I don't know why they keep thinking we're a couple but from what i've seen its the way we act. And they don't understand that it's just how we are. They've never spent time with us so they don't know what we're like. So... i think will be best for both of us if we stop everything." "you mean, we can't be friends anymore" "no! we'll always be friends Harry-" "best friends?" "yes.. best friends, but we have to turn everything down a notch. No more hugging in public, no more whispering to each other in public, no more fun..." "but" "please Harry, i do it if you asked me to" I admitted. Harry bowed his head then nodded "ok i'll do it" He replied. I smiled and El called for us "dinners ready boys" "coming!" we shouted in sync. We laughed at each other then raced into the kitchen. After dinner we all sat on the couch and watched a movie, I looked over at Harry who was getting tired.
*Harry's P.O.V* ---- 6 yearslater
I walking to the bathroom, trembling with fear. "don't be a pussy Harry. You imagined doing this a million times in your head, now lets do this for real." I said to myself. I pulled out a photo of my wife, Jenni and kissed it. "i love you" When i put it back in my pocket my phone started to ring. I took it out to see who it was. The name on the screen was farmiliar. Gemma
"I'm so sorry it had to come to this Gem, i love you tell mum i'm so sorry" i told myself. Just as i went to pull out the gun from my jumper pocket my daughter Darcy waddled in. Shes 4. "daddy i gotta go toilet" She pulled out the potty from under the sink and sat down. I quickly shuved the gun away so she wouldn't see it. "hey sweetie, what are you doing up it's 7o'clock! past you bed time" i laughed. She finished then waddled over to me "i had to go toilet" she replied then walked out "hey wait.. did you wash your hands?" i asked. She looked at me and giggled. "whoops" then she ran back in and graber her stool and stood on it so she could reah the tap. I picked her up and hugged her tightly. "hey darc.. can you do one thing for me?" "mmm.. yes!" "good girl, ok.. whenever mummy cries tell her Harrys alwasy going to be watching over her and that i love you all very very much" a tear dripped down my face "why can't you tell her yourself you silly" she giggled. I looked away and wiped my eyes "please Darc, just do it for daddy?" "ok" she gave in. She kissed me on the cheeck then I put her on the ground "i love you sweatheart" "i love you too daddy" she whispered then ran back to bed.
Ok Harry come on. Don't give up now, you're so close. I pulled out the gun and rested the tip to my temple. "i'm sorry Lou, Happy birthday. I'm sorry i didn't listen. I'm sorry i made you do it. I'm sorry it was my fault. I'm sorry i let you down. I'm sorry to all the fans. I'm sorry to my family. I'm sorry Niall, Liam, Zayn... i'm so proud of you." I shut my eyes tight and an image of Louis popped into my mind. But it wasn't an image i'd seen before. It was him crying... praying. Crying for help. Begging for me to stop. When i opened my eyes i saw Louis but i knew it was only my imagination. "please Harry don't. You weren't the reason i killed myself. I did it because i was sick of the fame, sick of the lies, sick of the fans and sick of my life. I hated them telling me how to live my life. The moment they took control was the moment i lost it. The controlled the way i spoke, acted, walked, smiled, and i hated how much crap they put eleanor through. She didn't deserve any of it." I instantly started crying. "I made the mistake of ending my life. That's what i regret most. So harry, take it from me, don't do it. I'd rather live in the world were they judge you on how you act then in this world where im alone and afraid. he continued. "but Lou... i'm done witht everything. This will be the last time they call me gay. AND YOU CAN'T JUST TELL ME THAT I AM NOT THE REASON FOR YOUR DEATH. you tied that rope before i could even say anything. I was the one who found your lifeless body swinging above those strairs. The strairs." Once again, i rasied the gun to my temple. "I'm not gay. I'm a failer and i've let my best friend down. I'm sorry Louis. I'm sorry they didn't believe you. I'm sorry eleanor, it's my fault. You're husband was a good man and you didnlt deserve to lose him so early. But i mean... why would they think that even after Louis got married to eleanor that he was still gay? I've gotten married and had a child and still they think im gay. This will end here. They've taken it to far, they've lost 1 star because of all the bullshit, now maybe after this they'll think twice before they judge someone. Good bye Dacry, good bye Jenni i love you" then i pulled the trigger.
*BANG*
"harry! harry!" Louis shouted shaking me. I blinked slowly and my vision started to clear. "L-lou?" i muermured. "are you ok? you were talking in your sleep again. You said... nevermind-" he whispered. I sat up and looked around. I was at home... on th couch with Louis and Eleanor infront of the t.v. I looked at Louis nd hugged him tight. "please don't ever leave me. Please lou. Just promise me that even when you've had enough of all the rumors and enough of all the fame you won't do anything stupid" I said to louis who looked worried for me. "yeah sure man? But harry... don't ever think you've let me down. I heard you say it when you were sleep talking, i must admit though that your dreams do sound very interesting young harold." I gave louis a smirk then replied "they're not dreams... they're nightmares"
[to anyone who doesn't get it... the first paragraph is in the present time then Harry falls asleep at the end of the para. then the "*6 years later*" thing is his dream/nightmare that he has and the last para is when he wakes up and in the present again talking to louis about his dream
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