Sad One Direction Imagines

Louis-If I Die Young

Warning: pre mature death, boyxboy, short.

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Harry's P.O.V.

It's like you're screaming, and no one can hear. It's like you're crying, but no one is there to dry your tears. It's like you want to die, but that wouldn't do anyone any good. You know you have to be strong, but how can you when you feel so weak. He's dying, and there's nothing I can do about it. I love him with all of my heart, he's always been there to make me smile, to make me laugh, to make me cry, but now I feel so helpless. All he wanted was for the fans not to be worried, but now they wont get a chance to say goodbye. I might not have a chance to say goodbye. If he goes before I get there, I'm going to break. But you cant break something that's already broken.

We pulled up outside his house where his mother was sitting on the front porch, sparkling tears streaming down her cheeks. It's been tough on her thease last few years, but he has been her rock. But that rock is about to move and I'm afraid she might fall.

"Am I too late?" I asked, sitting next to her on the step and rubbing her back gently.

"No, he's inside." She looked up at me with big red eyes and offered me a weak smile. I returned an ever weaker one and stepped inside the familiar Doncaster house.

I sprinted into Lou's room, where Li, Zayn and Niall were all sitting around his bed. Niall was in floods of tears while clinging onto Louis' hand and whispering things to is fragile frame.

"Please don't go Lou, we need you, I need you. You shouldn't have died, it should've been me who got the cancer. I wish it was me Lou, I really do. I love you man, you need to pull through. But you won't. You can't. I love you Louis William Tomlinson, please don't go." Niall said, his voice growing weaker with every word. Liam was rubbing his back, trying to comfort him, but nothing helped. He wouldn't stop crying.

I walked over and took a seat right next to Lou. I grabbed the hand that Niall wasn't holding and took it in my own. His normally warm and playful hands were cold and lifeless. He tilted his head to the side slightly and smiled the weakest smile I have ever seen. I tried to return a genuine one, but I couldn't muster it out. It's been like this for weeks, us sat round the bed, crying. Ever since Louis was diagnosed with cancer two years ago, we've all known this day would come. But none of us are prepared.

Louis' breathing was short and shallow, rough and ragged, like it was alien to him to breathe. It shouldn't be, it should be alien to him not to laugh. But he hasn't laughed in weeks. He hasn't said a word in weeks. He's just been lying here, day after day, growing weaker and weaker.

Louis reached out and handed me a piece of paper, and gestured for me to bend down to him. I did so, and he put his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer.

"Read it when I'm gone. Tell the boys and my family I love them with all of my heart and soul. I will miss you Harry, but I look forward to seeing you in heaven." He whispered, his hot breath tickling my neck for what I knew would be the last time. I nodded as I felt the tears stream down my face. I wanted to talk, but my throat has ceased up. I wanted to tell him I love him and not to go, but those words didn't seem to be enough. I wanted to go with him, but the boys needed me.

He looked into my eyes one last time, squeezed my hand weakly, before it fell limp.

He's gone.

My Boobear, my best friend, my brother, the person I could completely and utterly be myself with is gone.

I collapsed beside him on the bed and broke down into rivers of salty tears. They tasted like medicine, like non-harmful drugs that not only released the pain, but also numbed it. I could hear Lou's parents come into the room and start crying along with the rest of the boys.

He's gone.

Louis is gone.