serial - larry

03. dead

Louis woke up the next day with still no sign of Niall. After finishing his task yesterday, he immediately went home and passed out on his bed.

Louis stretched his arms and legs, then went out of the covers. He didn't bother to make his bed and went straight to the kitchen, clutching his phone in his hand.

He checked his phone and still no text or call from Niall. He occasionally turned his phone on and off, since maybe Niall had tried calling him yet couldn't reach his phone.

He was growing extremely worried. This isn't like Niall at all. Considering it was a Saturday, and Louis had no work. It's expected that Niall would be in his house at this time in the morning. Yet he wasn't. Louis kept making excuses in his head. Maybe Niall was asleep. Maybe Niall left his phone. Maybe Niall was really busy. But none of those reasons seemed to click. He was becoming more and more anxious every passing minute.

Louis started making breakfast, which consisted of a huge bowl of cereal and a warm cup of tea. He was reminded by Niall again. Niall loved cereal.

Holding his bowl of cereal, Louis made his way to the living room and sat on his couch. He adjusted himself so that his bum was comfortable.

Louis scanned his living room, trying to find the remote. He found it beside the TV and sighed. He had to stand up again.

When he finally got the remote and had comfortably sat himself on the couch, he turned the television on.

"We're going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship, zooming through..."

Louis pressed next.

"I know what you are." "Say it out loud."

Next.

"After all this time?" "Always."

Next.

"That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt."

Next.

"...a man in his early twenties was found earlier this morning by a group of teenagers who were about to cause misfit. The cause of the man's death was said to be a stab wound exactly where his heart was. he had blonde hair and was about 5 feet and 8 inches tall. the police have yet to find evidence about the suspect, and yet to discover the name of the victim...."

Louis felt his blood run cold. Blonde hair. 5 feet 8 tall. Only one word was repeating in his head.

Niall. Niall. Niall. Niall.

Louis can hear his heartbeat going faster, he was scared beyond wits.

His phone rang loudly, the sound echoing across the room. He was scared to pick the call up. He was scared about what he was about to hear. He was extremely terrified and in denial. He kept on wishing that his thoughts were wrong.

"Hello. Is this Louis Tomlinson, sir?" A deep voice asked, a bit hesitant and shaky.

"S-speaking. W-who is this?" Louis can hear his voice cracking, his lips were quivering and his heart felt heavy.

"This is Officer Liam Payne from CPF, I'd like to ask if you know who Niall Horan is?"

"Y-yeah. He's my best friend. W-why?"

"I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, sir, but Niall Horan is dead. He was found by my team earlier when a group of teenagers called us reporting a murder. We are yet to find some evidence pointing to the suspect. If you could please approach us here at Adelaide Avenue where the body was found. We are very sorry for your loss, sir."

"What?" Louis whispered, he was currently in a state of shock and disbelief. It was as if his worst nightmare has just come to life.

"Stop lying to me! No! No! No! Y-you think this joke is funny?! It isn't! Stop this! Niall is alive! He's alive and I know it! H-he's alive. R-right? H-he's alive. He's alive. He's alive. Please tell me he's alive." Louis said weakly. His voice going a pitch higher and cracking. He could feel hot tears brimming at his eyes, only waiting for Louis to blink and they'll fall.

"I'm very sorry, sir."

Louis couldn't seem to move. His phone dropped from his hand to the tiled floors with a bang, no doubt it cracking, but Louis could care less. He couldn't believe what was happening.

Niall is dead. Niall is dead. Niall is dead. Niall is dead.

Louis felt his heart breaking, and he could feel the grief overcome his whole body. He screamed and screamed and sobbed. What was he gonna do now? His best friend, who kept him whole and was the reason he was alive, is dead.

Tears were flowing freely on Louis face, his screams of agony muffled by his hand, his heart was twisting and it hurt.

Pain. It demands to be felt.

Louis' heart broke and it hurt. He'd never felt hurt like this before. He could feel his stomach turn and he wanted to throw up. But nothing came out except for Louis' cries. If there was ever a moment where he would understand what it was like to feel pure pain, raw and unforgiving, it was this one.

Louis felt worthless. Who was he without Niall? His Niall. Who completes him and makes him, him. What was the point of living when he was all alone? What was the point of living if he was gonna hurt? What was the point of living at all?

Niall was his saving grace. And now that his savior was gone, he didn't know how to save himself.

Louis wished he could turn back time. He wished he could have done something to prevent this from happening. To prevent Niall from dying.

He felt all emotions at once. Hurt because of the reality of the situation. Anger at Niall because he left him all alone in this world when he knew he couldn't survive. Anger at himself for not spending every moment with Niall. Anger at himself for not being there when Niall was suffering. He wasn't there when Niall was dying, he wasn't there when Niall took his final breath, he wasn't there to tell Niall how much he loved him and how much his life meant when Niall was with him. He felt anger because he took everything for granted and now Niall was gone.

But most of all, he felt anger towards the murderer. He was filled to the brink with undeniable rage. He wanted to find the killer and murder him. He wanted to make them feel the emotions that Louis was feeling. He wanted to make them feel what Niall felt when he was murdered, alone and helpless. He wanted to make them suffer. He wanted to make them beg. He wanted to make them hurt.

With that thought, Louis smiled, almost sadistically. Despite all the tears flowing freely from his eyes, he managed to find his voice. "I love you, Ni." Louis whispered. He was gonna give Niall justice. He was gonna find Niall's murderer.

He was going to kill for Niall.