"Hi, I am Harry Styles and I am suicidal."
I sit in a small circle around a young woman in a tight pant-suit, I believe her name is Nicole. "Thank you, Harry. Now tell us something interesting about yourself."
"My favorite color is pink," I roll my eyes, this is beyond stupid.
My parents shoved my in this suicide anonymous club as soon as they walked in on me with a razor in one hand and a pile of twenty seven pills in the other. It's not exactly that I hate my life and want to end it, I just want the pain of him to go away.
I met a boy last summer when we were up at our family cottage on the beach. From day one, we had an instant attraction. We spent every waking moment together, and I gave that relationship my all. When it came time for him to go back to California, and for me to stay in Florida, I gave him my contact information and he promised to call. I haven't heard from him since, and it has been seven months.
"What about you, Louis?"
I stay looking down at my fingers, picking at the loose pieces of skin.
"I really like the color pink too." He sweetly says, flashing me a small smile.
"Maybe you and Mr. Styles could be friends," the club leader looks at the two of us, winking at me. She adjourns the meeting for the week and the mysterious boy go our separate ways.
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Hello! So this is the epilogue. I would just like to give you some back ground information.
This story will contain references to suicide and the act of one killing themselves. This is a Larry Stylinson fan fiction and if you do not ship Larry, please do not read or do not comment hate.
There will be explicit material in some chapters, and I will be sure to put a warning before each chapter.
I really would love for people to interact with the story, tell me what you want to happen next, or so on. I am not a very good planner, I do not plan what I am going to write days in advance. That is why I would love to hear what YOU want in the story.
Hope you enjoy!
