'I smell bullshit'
'Is it real?'
'Larry Stylinson!'
"Hey Lou? Why are you so concentrated on your twitter newsfeed?"
Louis sighs, he'd always knew him and Harry were close but really? To assume they're in a relationship?
"No reason, just looking."
Harry looks at his best friend carefully, as if in doubt of what he was being told.
Louis feels Harry's gaze on him,
"Haz, I'm fine I swear. "
Harry shrugged, losing interest in the conversation quickly.
"Anyway, the lads wanted to go out tonight, how about it?"
No thanks mate, staying in tonight.
Tonight's the night.
Harry pouts but laughs slightly looking at a tweet he found.
"Can you believe it? Fans go crazy over 'Larry Stylinson' when it'll never actually happen. Ever. "
Okay, that hurt.
Louis chuckles, hoping it sounds real,
"Yeah."
The apartment becomes quiet after that, with the occasional yawn from Harry or sneeze from Louis.
It remains like this for a while before Harry's ringtone breaks the silence.
"Hello? Oh, hey! How have you been?"
Louis pretends not to hear him.
"Hey Lou, Samantha says hi!"
Another girl.
Louis smiles,
"Tell her I said hello."
Louis quickly closes his laptop and runs upstairs in to his bedroom.
Tonight. Just wait until he leaves.
Louis spends another good two hours in his room when he hears a light knock on his door.
"Hey, I'm heading out." Harry smiles.
Louis nods his head and Harry sends a quick smile his way before running out.
"Just go for it, Harry! He deserves to know how you feel!"
Harry shakes his head and takes another sip of his beer,
"I can't! I can't be rejected and lose my best friend!"
Samantha laughs lightly.
"Don't laugh! I'm serious!"
"Your oblivious! He likes you back! He LOVES you!"
Harry eyes widen,
"Liar."
Samantha rolls her eyes,
"Okay so your telling me Liam blushes when you compliment him? Or Zayn laughs at your lame jokes? Niall comforts you when your homesick?"
"No but Lo-"
"Leave."
"Excuse me?"
"Go home and tell him."
"I can't."
"Do it or I will."
"You wouldn't. "
Samantha raised her eyebrows and took out her cellphone,
Harry didn't need to be told twice before he ran out the bar.
"Boo?! Boo, I'm home!"
Silence.
"Louis?"
Nothing.
Is he sleeping?
Slowly Harry made his way towards Louis's bedroom.
The apartment is quiet.
Deadly quiet actually.
"Louis?"
Not here.
Slowly Harry turns the corner towards Louis's bathroom.
"Louis?! Are you in here I need to tell yo- oh my god."
And lying on the bathroom tile floor was unmistakably Louis.
With an empty bottle of pills.
And bloody wrists.
"Oh my God, no. No. No.No."
Harry fell to his knees, quickly gathering up Louis's body and feeling for a pulse.
Nothing.
One hour later and a emergency phone call later, Louis Tomlinson has been confirmed dead.
He's gone.
And as Harry sat on the couch of the apartment, not being able to deal.with the grief of losing his best friend, a police officer comes up to him.
"Are you Harry?"
"Y-yes." he croaks out.
She smiles sadly at him before giving him a simple hug a piece of paper.
A Note.
Harry holds it with shaky hands, knowing what it was already.
Louis's suicide note.
Dear Haz,
I hope she makes you happy.
I know that I obviously couldn't.
Find your happily ever after, the love of your life.
But I can't bear to live without mine, which was always you.
We'll meet up in heaven one day, we'll have our own little happily ever after there.
Lots of love,
Louis xxx.
Harry Styles was pronounced dead the next night at 8:45 P.M.
He couldn't wait for their happily ever after.
