Barely Breathing || Larry Stylinson

Last Breath- Louis Pov

It had been a week, I wasn’t getting any better I never would.

I still wouldn’t eat and only drank a sip every day, I wasn’t myself and everybody knew that. The boys were worried but Harry wouldn’t tell them anything apart from “He’s hurting”, and the times they’d turned up to the flat, he just wouldn’t answer the door.

I was glad to be fair, it meant I didn’t have to talk to them or explain myself at least not for now.  I knew he was hurting but so was I my beautiful sister Daisy was gone, never to be seen again. The hole in my heart was coming back, I’d already lost my sister and now I was losing my boyfriend.

The fans had also found out, that something had happened they didn’t know what, but they could clearly see I was hurt. We hadn’t done any concerts or anything, I couldn’t face the outside world.

It hurt me to think of the pain Harry was in, I would hear him silently sobbing at night. I knew he would try to stay strong but sometimes you’ve got to break, to be fixed. Last night, when the sobs had finally ceased, I crept into his room, he was lying on the floor tucked into a tiny ball, he was just in his boxers nothing more, he as shaking, I took the blanket and wrapped it round him before leaving the room kissing his forehead before I did so.

“I love you Harry”

“I love you too Louis”

The pain I was feeling just kept on getting worse and worse, the scars I was making where running deeper, in hope that I would catch a vein.

I looked at the clock it was now 11.56pm, Harry would be coming to say good night to me soon, I tucked myself under the covers and laid there still.

A short while later Harry came up the stairs, poking his head through the door, he crept closer to my bed before leaning over and kissing my tear stained face.

“I love you Lou”

“I love you too Harry” I said so quietly he knew wouldn’t be able to hear me, they were going to be the last words I ever spoke.

I felt sleepy, not like I did on most nights, the kind of sleepy where you’re really tired but you’re body isn’t so you can’t sleep. I felt my eyelids go heavy before closing.

I woke up, it was still dark outside.

 That was the first time I’d slept properly in the past 3 weeks, I turned over to look at the clock. 1.39am I read.

Harry would be asleep by now, I was sure of it, he wasn’t one to go to bed late he needed his sleep like I did.

I got out of bed, not wanting to make a noise, I checked in on Harry, like I had been doing every night, he was silently sleeping this time in his bed. I kissed him on the cheek and closed the door behind me, heading off into the bathroom,

I took out the razor from the cabinet from under the sink and pressed in deeper in to my skin the blood oozing out of my arm, it felt painful but good, to know for once I was in control, I controlled something for once.

By now my arm was completely covered in the red sticky liquid. I washed of my arm, only to carry on making more and more cuts, by now the blood was covering the floor, flowing into all the little gaps it could find.

I carried on, and on and on until I knew I’d lost too much blood. I took out the letter I’d been hiding in the locked part of the cabinet and put it next to me, before taking me last breath…

 A/N ok so you will probably hate me right now, but there is still one more chapter left AND the AE and epilogue xx Corky