11:11 (a larry fanfiction)

chapter 24

-Harry’s P.O.V-

~1 week later, morning~

I got up exhausted and went downstairs. Louis had gone out with Eleanor. I sighed and made myself a glass of water. The doorbell rang. I went to the door and opened it. It was Ashley and she entered without even asking.

“What are you doing?!” I yelled and followed her to the kitchen. She pushed me to the counter and kissed my lips. I tried to push her away but she insisted.

“Get off.” I tried to yell but she shut my mouth with hers. I opened my eyes trying to push her away. I looked left and Louis was standing at the door. Shit.

-Louis’ P.O.V-

What the fuck was I looking at. Was this for real or was I just dreaming? I rubbed my eyes. Fuck this. I punched the door and walked out. I felt Harry’s arm. He grabbed my wrist and tears were in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered and I pulled my arm back as fast and as hard as I could.

“I can’t believe you!” I yelled and got out of the door.

I saw him running towards me. I didn’t turn around. Not this time. I hopped in my car and drove to a hotel. I couldn’t believe him. This was impossible.

~Night~

I stopped at the parking lot and got out of my car. I slammed the door behind me and went in the lobby.

“A room for one.” I said angrily. The receptionist looked at me, and she was scared. She handed me the keys to my room almost shaking.

“I’ll show you the room.” She said almost whispering and showed me the way.

“This is it.” She said and I faked a smile and slammed the door. I jumped to the bed.

I couldn’t believe Harry. What the fuck. I was just getting better and he was ruining me. He texted me.

H: It wasn’t my fault. Please, listen to me.

I shut my phone. This was un-fucking believable. I ordered four bottles of red wine. They were brought up to my room. Should I drink them? I was at that point where I didn’t give a flying fuck anymore. I drank the first bottle with no mercy. I felt good and I felt my problems fading away. I drank the three others. When  I finished my last sip, I threw the bottle to the wall and it shattered. I picked up a piece of glass. The biggest one I found. I pushed it down my arm. I could see the blood dripping. Another comfort. I smiled and lied on my bed. I kept thinking about Harry. Damn, I love him so much.

-Harry’s P.O.V-

~Next morning~

Where the fuck was Louis? I ruined everything. We were finally happy. Why every time I thought my life was getting better it just got worse? What had I done? I was a good person. I texted Louis. Again.

‘Please talk to me.’ I gave up. He wasn’t replying and I could tell he never would. I sat on my couch and tears rolled down my eyes. I was about to throw a pillow to the wall when my phone vibrated. It was Louis.

L: let’s meet

H: 2night at 18:00?

L: c u.

I smiled. I hoped he would understand. Maybe my life was taking the right direction. Maybe that direction was Louis.

~5 pm~

I got ready. I put on cologne. I put on my good jeans and my light grey sweater. I grabbed my boots and slipped them on. I started looking around. Where was my celphone? I glanced at the couch. I ran and grabbed it. I took my keys and locked the door. The lake wasn’t far from our neighborhood. On my way I saw happy kids playing around. What I would do to be in that age again. No responsibilities, no problems. I passed a few trees and I saw the lake. Louis was sitting on the grass. Waiting for me.