Short imagines- Larry

Hold On a Little Longer

(A/N: happy imagine Friday! I hope you like this one cus it took me forever to write and the edit and edit and edit. I must say I'm quite proud of it so. Yeah)

It's amazing how in just 2 seconds everything can go from great to horrible. Seven words, two seconds.

I couldn't live without him. The past week proved it, my body reacted in way I didn't know were humanly possible. He's the voice I hear I'm my head, reminding me who I am, making sure I make the right choices. He was me and I was him, and nothing else mattered. I didn't know any of that now. what sort of delusion was stealing him away, because surely that was really him saying these horrible words. Could it?

"I wish I never had met you!" His words echo inside my head, rattling inside my brain, bouncing of the walls. I used to hear his voice telling me what shirt to wear, or what road I should take, because that is what happens when you meet your soul mate. But this, this was different, these were no the simple directions That were familiar to mind, but a memory and my worst fear. I can still picture his face after the words left his mouth, eyes filling with the smallest bit of regret. I waited, I waited for him to take them back. To tell me he was just being an ass and saying things in the heat of the moment, but nothing came. A painful silence rising between us, and slowly as the words translate from their unknown tongue my heart begins to crack until it shatters like a crystal vase being dropped from a ten story building. In my own ears it's so loud I wonder if he hears it too.

The black metal glimmers in the light as I turn it over, smiling at me. Welcoming. My body fills with a pulse of power, because it was amazing how much power the object that I held in hand had. One simple button could end lives.

His voice isn't in my head anymore, this scares me but reminds me that this is the right thing to do, because if it wasn't he'd be there telling me so.

"I'll leave the band." More words that thrash inside my head in a native language, but I know they will only stomp of the broken remains inside my chest once they are translated. The far too familiar boy In front of me begins to part his lips, Like he's going to say more but he only turns away and leaves, shutting the door which echos around me, and now that's the only thing I can hear.

My back faces the door. The fact that the rest of the house is empty recalls the empty feeling quite easily. With shaking hands I place the black barrel to my temple. Now comes the courage to pull the trigger and end it all, and for once since that horrible day, my mind is quite.

"Do it." I say looking into the mirror across from me. I flinch expecting my body to obey my words but it doesn't.

"Just Fucking do it!" I yell at myself. I squeeze my eyes shut and my finger slides over to the small black piece of metal.

In that moment I could simply press the trigger and end it all. There would be no more pain or hurt. My heart couldn't be broken in heaven could it?

This small thing between my fingers could do so much damage. But the scariest part of it all is that whenever damage I do to myself I will never be able to undo.

The bathroom door slams against the wall with a bang.

"Fucking hell Louis!" It's his voice, his voice is with me. For a moment I believe I really did pull the trigger and I wasn't breathing anymore until The gun is wrenched from my grasp, the force knocking me to the floor. The world is just a mess of colours, too vivid; it makes my head hurt. His arms are wrapped around my waist pulling me into him.

His warmth. His smell. His touch. Him.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." He's breathless I can tell, and before I can stop myself I look up at him. I can finally see his face. He is beautiful.

"I love you Louis. I love so so much. Fuck I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." the tears that hit my face tells me he means it and now I can rest at peace because he is here with me.

"Harry" it's the sound of my own voice, I can't even recognize it anymore. His grip tightens, and more words are said but I can't hear them. Harry. That's all I can think. harryharryharryharry

My body eases with the familiarity and now I can let go. He's woken up from his haze. We are one soul spilt between two bodies drawn together like magnets.