February 20, 2014
11:20 PM
"He's dead." the doctor murmured quietly, rubbing his forehead.
"Oh- Oh." Harry stammered, eyes wide, lips parted. "Do you know the reason for his death at least..?" he questioned softly, tears brimming his eyes, "We figured it was out of starvation, or thirst. We're going to check tomorrow." the doctor replied, patting Harry by the shoulder with a sympathetic smile.
"Is he a relative of yours, or..?" he trailed off, eyes darting to look at the curly haired boy.
Harry shrugged and pressed the tip of his tongue to the inside of his cheek, eyes furrowed.
"Um- I'm his, I'm his ex.." he murmured weakly and sniffled, his thumb brushing against his lower lip with a shaky breath. "Oh.. This must be real hard for you. Want me to give you a couple minutes by yourself?" the doctor questioned quietly, rubbing Harry's shoulder in a comforting way.
Harry nodded, lips pressed in a thin line.
"Alright. I'll come back later." the doctor said and stood up stiffly, walking down the hall and into a different room, where the lights were dim, Harry saw.
"Wow." Harry chuckled to himself with a sad grin, his hand raising up so that his fingers could comb through his dishevelled hair, tears again falling off of his pale, smooth cheeks.
He sighed in exasperation, his shaking hands rubbing over his face repeatedly. [tbfh idek what exasperation means but i used it bc yes.]
After a couple minutes of silent sobbing, the doctor walked back up to Harry and tapped his shoulder lightly, the sympathetic look on his face as he saw Harry's head turn to look at him. "D'you want to see your ex? You can hold him." he whispered softly, a smile on his face.
Harry nodded stiffly, standing up with a deep sigh.
"Yeah, I'd like to see him."
"Alright, you may go inside. But be careful with his body, okay?" the doctor asked quizzically, nudging Harry's shoulder in a playful, but serious manner.
Harry nodded again with a light, but weak smile, slowly creeping into Louis' room, a look of sadness over flowing onto his face.
"Hey, Louis.." Harry trailed off as he went to sit down beside the no longer living body on the hospital bed, a yawn escaping his lips. "I know you can't hear me, obviously. You're dead, and that's uh.. That's pretty hard to cope with, y'know?" Harry chuckled sadly and held Louis' hand in his own, his lip being sucked into his mouth as the tears started flowing down his cheeks once again.
"And uh.. I dunno if I'm going to move on..? It was a huge mistake to break up with you and just- letting you go. I shouldn't of done that.." Harry whispered brokenly while brushing his thumb over the top of the boy's hand, quiet hiccups and sniffles echoing in the room lightly.
"I'll.. I'll miss you. I love you. I- I just hope you still love me.." Harry sniffled, pressing a gentle kiss to the others cold cheek, sighing lowly.
He sat quietly beside Louis, hoping that Louis wasn't actually dead and that the boy will just jolt up lightly with a loud laugh and tell Harry that it was all a joke and that the reviving machine hurt like fucking hell because they kept restarting his heart over and over the fuck again.
But that didn't happen.
Instead, there was just an unpleasant silence that Harry hoped to never ever hear in this hospital room, where Louis' dead body lay.
"God.. I wish you're joking. Louis, please wake up, please." Harry pleaded desperately, lips red and swollen by biting them too much.
"Wake up, baby.. Please." he whispered, tears of disbelief flooding his eyes weakly.
Harry sat silent again, with Louis' hand still in his, the hot tears still streaming down his face.
Harry still couldn't believe it, he didn't believe it, he knew it wasn't true.
But he knew that it was true also.
His eyes shut tight and he sighed, murmuring to himself.
He stood up and yawned, pressing a gentle kiss to Louis' lips, sighing.
"Sleep well, darling.
anD THAT IS THAT. there will be an epilogue so woh woh watcj out.
