Painful Breathing (Larry Stylinson Fanfic)

HEY I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT THIS IS A SAD FANFIC AND THERE IS A MASSIVE CHARACTER DEATH BUT THERE ARE A FEW TWISTS AND STUFF THAT WILL COME SOON AND ILY ALL AND PLEASE VOTE ONCE YOU'VE READ THE CHAPTERS SO I KNOW TO KEEP GOING AND COMMENT IF YOU WANT MORE!

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Chapter one-

LOUIS' POV

My eyelids stressed themselves closed as I fought the light flooding into our room.

My room?

Our room.

My room?

Our room.

I curl the warm covers over my hands and curdle back into the sheets, hiding from the day. I didn't want to open my eyes to what today didn't hold, let alone get up and out of the flat.

I had to unlock my eyes to stop myself from drowning in my own salty tears, they fell fast across my cheeks as I took a step out of our bed...

My bed?

Our bed.

My bed?

I took another step out of the bed to witness the smiles on everyones faces that were on the streets of the seventh day without him.

I walked my way into the shower room, took of the boxers I've been wearing for days and turned the shower nob round. Steam ran away from the water as I stepped into the glass doors.

Staring at the shower wall, I could feel him wrap his arms around my waist. I let a smile curve itself into the sides of my lips, only to realise I was imagining his touch...

Harry wasn't there, and he never will be again.

The end had come, people talk of this happening all the time, it's on the news every year at least, the end of the world. But for me, it was no longer an unlikely possibility, it was no longer something to wish away, there was no need of worry for me, my world had ended.

Today, kissing his coffin, is as close to a goodbye kiss as I'm going to get.

I hadn't realised my skin was burning red through my thoughts, but I didn't care so I let the boiling water run onto the front of my face. I deserved the pain, this was all my fault...

I slowly slipped on my new pants and some trousers. I needed to look smart, there were going to be a lot of Harry's family there who would have never seen me before. I couldn't have them thinking less of me than they already do. I don't care if they judge me for being his boyfriend, but I couldn't have them looking me up and down thinking 'first he killed Harry and now doesn't even have the decency to dress well'. I must sound stupid, but his family meant a lot to him.

I chose a plain blue shirt, a black blazer to match the trousers and a black tie- it'll have to do, along with my scruffy hair.

For fucks sake, I am in the middle of surviving an apocalypse, his family and the fans are just going to have to put up with my appearance, it is nothing compared to my heart.