It's been how many months..?
Six?
Ten?
A whole year?
Harry couldn't remember.
All he knows is that Louis is dead and he just couldn't live with that. It was too hard to live with, too painful, too- too heartbreaking.
It tore Harry.
Harry hasn't been himself anymore and it's just difficult for him to find someone new, someone that could possibly be better than Louis.
But Harry couldn't.
Harry couldn't because he loves Louis so much and he'd feel like a betrayer if he dated someone other than Louis.
Been quite depressing for the boy, he lives at one of his friend's house, a boy named Liam.
He's always staying in, always staying quiet, always staying sad, always staying in the same position he was before when he slept.
Harry's tired and he just- can't do this anymore.
It's really sad, you know?
If you saw the boy yourself, you would understand completely. He's a total mess, so many beer cans beside him, so much of a stench on him, he's killing his kidneys, he's hurting himself too much.
He knows it's over.
He knows he's gonna be gone.
He knows he's been defeated.
He knows too much without being taught.
He knows that he needs to end the pain.
So he did.
He tugged on his dishevelled curls furiously and walked out of the flat with an unreasonable anger on his face.
Harry murmured to himself as the tears poured out of his eyes the third time this night.
It was dark out, with only the moon and stars lighting the noisy, black night.
The boy stood up straight in the middle of a driving lane and clenched his hands tightly into fists, muttering incoherent, angry words. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes taken over with a deep anger.
The cars were driving insanely fast.
The road was slippery with black ice and snow, so it was difficult to stop in time the driver saw the boy.
The car was speeding, the wheels were screeching, the boy was shouting.
So many things happening all at the same time in his head and in his reality that Harry didn't even realize that he was already on the cold, icy cement of the road in an instant.
Blood was oozing from his head, his ankle was twisted, his arm felt sore and broken, his vision was a haze, and he just felt like dirty shit.
Before Harry fell into a deathly coma that would shock his friend Liam when he discovers about this incident, Harry saw something.
Harry saw a ghostly figure, gazing at him with small weak smile, tears dripping down the figure's chin.
It looked like Louis, it really did.
"Hi, Louis.." Harry chuckled grimly, a bloody smile on his face as the boy walked over to Harry so he was face to face with him.
The translucent's hand coming into contact with the almost fading boy, the hand only being felt like an icy needle.
Harry groaned in pain and tilted his head so the pain would move away.
Louis bit his ghostly lip and sighed with a small murmur before kissing Harry's head gently, tilting Harry's head so they were facing again.
"Sleep well, darling."
And Harry obeyed, wanting to sleep forever.
So he fell into that coma, and died when they had to pull the plug on him.
But it's sort of a happy ending too, right?
Because Harry and Louis are meeting again, somewhere up in the sky, where you will never know what is hidden in there.
Harry and Louis are with each other again.
made me cry..
omfg this story was really fun to write, okay? and I know there isn't many people reading this story but I would like to thank everyone who has been reading, commenting and voting!
all of you are adorable people and I love you so much. cx
I'm on mobile right now so I can't dedicate this to sarah, but I'd like to thank @cynically for being such an adorable commenter. with her enthusiastic comments, she somehow encouraged me to keep on writing.
thank you, Sarah! you're such a sweetheart.
so this is farewell, for this story.
bye bye loves <3 -Oakley.
