Heart without a beat / Larry Stylinson

Heart without a beat

Harry's pov

A year ago today, I lost everything. I barley go outside anymore. I can't watch any thing on the Telly, or listen to certain songs, do certain things and I can't function properly.

Sure death happens a lot, death is all around us. Nothing could have prepared me for Louis departure. Louis was my everything. He was the reason behind my smile, the reason I had purpose in life. He was the reason I followed my dreams and became a photographer. Louis was my source of happiness. Now... Now I have no purpose, no reason to smile, no reason to take pictures. I have nothing.

Everything that happens on this day could have been prevented. Heaven gained an angle, a beautiful amazing angle.

The thing about Louis is, he was fragile, he got hurt a lot. By little things like: eating the last of his favorite cereal or not being there for him when there's s bad storm or not separating the little fork from the big fork. He even got upset if you didn't respond as soon as he knew you got the text message. Little little things hurt/ made him upset..

Louis was special too. He was special to me, he light up a room with his smile.
Mhmm his smile, an unforgettable thing. Whenever he would smile it would send butterflies soaring through my body.

Sometimes I wonder if I can actually ever truly smile again. Don't get me wrong I act happy at the store and around my family but just because someone looks happy doesn't mean they are. Even a white rose has a black shadow.

My mum told me one night," sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that's okay. You cope and you survive. Don't let your losses keep you back from new gains." For a while after Louis death, I lived by this. Trying each and everyday to live with what had happened. And it's not like I didn't try my hardest, I did I honestly gave it all I got.

That day I lost my best friend, my love, my light, my boyfriend, my roommate, my happiness, my everything, my Louis. And I can never forget that.

Recap*

Harry's pov

I put the last cardboard box into the moving truck and shut the door. I look over at Louis who is crossing his arms and smiling like a fool. "What are you looking at?" I smirk walking towards the smaller boy. "Harold I... I can't believe it.." He says turning around and facing my old house. "We're gonna be on our own, no more mums always doing everything for us... No more sisters to annoy us. Just you, me and hopefully a pet!" Louis says jumping and clapping like a child at the last part. "We have to get everything unpacked first Lou." I laugh. "Let's go say goodbye to my mum, shall we?" I say holding out my hand for him to take. He smiles and nods.

"What the hell are in your boxes Harold!" Louis exclaims, then I hear a box dropped. "Louis are you okay?" I shout down to him. "Yeah," he says flatly," just fine!" I shake my head and go back to unpacking the boxes.

We don't have any food in the house, we don't even have the fridge plugged in to the wall. So Louis took me out for a nice dinner at our favorite place. Nandos.
This place was filled with memories. Louis and I's first kiss, when Louis asked me out, hell I even first bumped into Louis here. It became a daily thing to walk into this nandos after school and sit in the booth across from the far left one in the back. As we sat down in our normal seats Louis looked down at the little H+L he had carved in the wood table. "Senior year," he began now looking at me," on the first day I saw you scurry to your first period class. You had this weird ass shirt on with black skinnys and you looked so good. Your long ass hair needs to be fixed also Harold. Anyway, everyday from that day I noticed how you would scurry to your locker, then the classroom. I started watching you every chance I got, I followed you in here and now look. Three years later. " Louis smiled reaching his hand across the table. I hold his small hand in mine," to tell you the truth, I don't have much to offer. But i still give you everything I've got, even if it's barley a thing at all. Late nights, long hugs, sweet messages, someone to talk to, someone to care for, someone who will always be there, a hand to hold, somebody to lean on. An-" I was cut of by our waiter clicking her pen and flipping her book saying,"what would you fellas like to drink?" "I'll have a water." Louis says," a tea please." I smile at the lovely lady. "Alright are you gentlemen ready to order?" She asks. I shake my head and she walks off.