Larry Imagines

_BROKEN_

*PART TWO*

*HARRY's POV*

I sat on the toilet thinking about when I should go back into the kitchen and face my fears, afraid I would end up hurting someone's feelings and afraid I'd do something wrong. I'm always afraid, constant fear I'll mess up and everyone will hate me, Louis assures me that I'm doing okay all the time, but the thought of losing everything and everyone you love because of a mistake is heartbreaking and I'm afraid to act incase that ever happens.

I grab my notebook that sits on the magazine rack and a pen from the drawer and begin to write, Louis knows I tend to write when I stress out so we keep writing utensils everywhere so no matter where I am I can calm myself. The words easily came out, "Just because I look okay doesn't mean I am, I spend my nights drinking and falling asleep at five a.m." I sighed, this seemed okay, but if these were going to be song lyrics it would never work for One Direction....  they'd never allow it. "Another shot of whiskey, another glass of wine. When death finally hits me, that's when I'll be fine." Of course this isn't material for a band, this is material so I don't lose my mind and murder someone.

A slight knock on the door, "Haz, let me in," Louis cooed from outside the door, "Are you alright, love?" . I sighed and opened the door, he stood there with a cup of tea and handed it to me, "May I sit?" He asked, I let him in and we both say on the bathroom floor. I couldn't help but get lost in his eyes, the eyes I feel like I haven't looked into sense forever ago. "What have you written?" I showed him what I have done so far and he gave me a hug, Louis has never judged me from what I write, cause most of the time it's just words people can relate too, but other times it's words that I feel and he's always there to catch me when I fall.

I began feeding my words to him and he sat quietly and listened to what I had to say, he knew I wasn't crazy, it was fame that made me afraid to be myself and that's why I am the way I am. Suddenly, new words came to mind, I grabbed the book and jotted down the words that screamed in my head "I drank too much and I missed you, now I miss the feeling of normality and I hide behind my issues, caress you, save a shot for tomorrow in the open blue, I can't believe I gave a shit about you." The two of us sat silently, looking at each other and thinking of not what is happening, but what is going to happen.

My mind began to wonder and my anxiety got the best of me, I began to break down but I left Louis wondering why. I left myself wondering why. I guess I knew that I'd always love Louis and he'd always love me, so why was I so afraid to be married? Why would the voice tell me I'm no good and that I'm weak, maybe I am? Or maybe I just need a little help. Four words repeated themselves in my head for what seemed to be an eternity, but in reality it only lasted a few seconds. I knew it was the right thing to do, to talk to him about what was wrong and why I was afraid. So with a deep breath, it came out,

"Will you marry me?" I asked as I held his hands and looked into his eyes, the room was silent except for the sounds of my heavy breathing from crying seconds before. His blank stare made me begin questioning my choice of words, and maybe he wasn't ready just as I had suspected. Louis grabbed my shirt in his fists and jerked me towards him, our lips collided and moved together so sweetly. This had to have  meant yes, unless he wanted a last kiss before he goes.

We separated and he looked up at me, "of course I will," and he kissed me once more. The thought of my priorities changing and how I'll fight till the death with management to make Louis and I public, filled my head and made me feel alive with excitement for the future. Everything will be okay, even if I don't feel like it will.

"What will we do? What about management? They'll stop us-" I panicked, maybe things won't be okay. I could lose my job because of my mistakes.

"Harry, fuck management, as long as I have you I'm going to be fine. If Modest! doesn't want us I'm sure there's people who do want us for who we are, they won't have any problem with us. I'm going to marry you and that's final" I couldn't help but smile at Louis' words, he really was all I needed in life. He really was my only one. The love of my life.

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Update to thirty years later, it's Louis fifty-fifth birthday. The same day my world ended.

"Happy birthday to meeee!" Louis sang to himself as he walked down the stairs and sat at the breakfast table where I and our two sons Parker and Micah sat. After breakfast we decided it was a good time to open up presents, it was Christmas after all.

"Babe, sit down and open your presents!" I said excitedly , I plopped onto the floor and handed Louis his first present. Little did I know it would be his last... "this one is from the boys and I, we hope you enjoy!" We stared at Louis while he opened the box. Suddenly everything went down.

Louis grasped for his chest and gasped for air, the boys backed away as I got closer. We went from happy to panicked. "Micah call 9-1-1!"  I screamed as I held Louis in my arms, "we're getting help, baby, hold on". Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, watching Micah and Parker stand in the kitchen and call the ambulance, looking at Louis and seeing the tears in his eyes as he looked up at me. "Louis, I love you." I cried, I know showing my pain wouldn't help him be strong through this, but I couldn't help it.

"I love you more, Harry" he smiled at me with tears streaming down his face, you could see him clench from whatever pain he was feeling. "Harry, I'm gonna be okay, you know me... I love you and the boys, thank you for a lifetime of fun if this is really the end." The paramedics ran in and took Louis from my arms and left. I sat speechless for a minute, soaking in everything he had said. Was this the end of Louis Tomlinson?

The three of us got in the car and followed Louis and the ambulance to the hospital. It was a short drive being we lived in town, but it also seemed to take years. The waiting room was lonely, aren't they always? We sat there for hours waiting to see if we were going to be okay.

We weren't.

Who would have known Louis William Tomlinsons last words would have been today? The day he was born, the day he was taken from us. Who would have known all my feelings, my anxiety, my depression, all came back with the death of a loved one. My husband. My friend. The Tomlinsons didn't die there, I and our sons carried his name on. We were a tragic love story.

The end.