Until Death {Larry Stylinson}

Chapter Eight.

*Louis' POV*

Darkness. That's all that surrounded me; darkness. I couldn't see or hear anything but faint voices.

Am I dead?

I was right, death really was the only way out of love. Maybe now Harry'll hate me. If I do wake up, it'll be a whole lot easier if he does.

"Take Mr Tomlinson." I heard.

"No! Please! He's not dead. Do something." I pieced his sobs together.

His sobs. Oh my God, it's Harry.

I felt my heart quicken. Is that even possible when you're dead?

"Stop." He cried again. I tried to force my eyes open. I wanted to see Harry one last time.

"Louis, I know you're in there!"

"Harry, please step out of the room." I heard a man instruct.

"But I need him. I love him." was Harrys reply.

I love you too, Harry.

Beep. Beep. Beep. What is that noise?

"Louis' alive!" Harry screamed. How can I speak my thoughts yet I can't open my eyes. Ugh.

"Open your eyes for me, Boo." I felt Harrys warm breath against my cheek. "Please, Lou."

I fought everything inside me to finally pull open my eyes.

Harry raised a hand to my cheek, stroking them softly.

"Don't, Harry." I managed to protest. "Get off."

"Louis? What's wrong?" His voice cracked.

"I was meant to die, Harry."

"But why, Louis? Did you hate me that much you'd rather die than get a divorce?" Harry snapped.

"I don't hate you, b-" I stopped as Harry cut me off.

"But you don't love me either."

I didn't reply. I saw his face drop by my lack of disagreement. He just nodded and backed out of the room.

"I guess I'll see you around."

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*Harrys' POV*

Louis doesn't love me. Louis doesn't love me. Louis doesn't love me.

My mind just kept repeating it. Louis wanted to die rather than be in this marriage, so I'll give him his wish.

Maybe I should do it now, while he's still in hospital so there's nothing he can do about it. All he can do is lay there and accept it was his fault.

But I don't want to hurt him, not like he hurt me. Because, I still love him.

"It's horrible when you're in a world where you're not loved back. Maybe the next world will be better." I scribbed into the desk in my room.

A permanent reminder to him, that he killed me. He drove me to the end. I was fine just thinking he loved me, but I guess it can't go on forever.

"I will always love you Louis. For now and forever. We may not be together but I will never forget you." I whispered as I took the very last pill.

This was it. This is the end.

"Goodbye, Louis."

I fell into blackness. There's no way back now. It's all over.

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*4 months later*

*Louis' POV*

The boys and I all joined in a group hug. All but Harry. Because I killed Harry. As much as the boys say it wasn't my fault, I know they know it was.

That's why we're sitting in the church infront of Harrys' coffin. It was a closed-casket ceremony as I couldn't face seeing his lifeless body. I was so selfish and now I've lost my best friend and husband.

Eleanor figeted next to me as the service started. I honestly couldn't take in anything he was saying. He didn't even know Harry and here he is talking about him as though they were best friends. Vicars or whatever they're called-hate them.

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"Babe, it's finished." Eleanor nudged my arm.

"Get the fuck off of me!"

"Don't swear in church, Lou." She ordered.

"Don't tell me what to do, I don't want to see you." I hissed.

"Babe, you're just upset. You love me. I love you." She spoke softly.

"No, I love Harry and he's dead." I snapped.

"Yeah he is, and it's because of you!" She screamed.

"I know and I'm sorting it!" And with that, I stormed out of the church and drove home.

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I sat on the bed me and Harry used to share. I hadn't been anywhere near it since I came out of hospital.

I was going to do it the same way as Harry. Then we could finally be together.

It's sad really, that it took Harry dying for me to realise I was actually still in love with him. Well I did know, but I didn't realise how hard it would be to forget.

Carefully, I picked up 17 pills, laying them neatly in my palm. I slowly raised my hand to my mouth, tipping them all in.

"I'm coming for you, Harry."

A/N: so that's it. sorry for the really bad ending but I didn't know if I wanted a happy or sad ending so I guess it's both? like they're finally together.

GO READ MY OTHER BOOK THAT IM CO-WRITING "LET DOWN YOUR WALLS" -Natalie:) x