11:11 (a larry fanfiction)

chapter 30

(iris; sleeping with sirens cover)

-Harry’s P.O.V-

~1 am~

What the fuck happened? Was he fucking around or was he serious? This was too much. I bursted into tears. I just cried and cried. I had to let it out and I stopped crying. I stopped. Because I wasn’t sad or mad. I was disappointed. I shut my eyes and I dropped to the floor holding my knees to my chest. I started screaming. If my whole world was going to crash down then maybe I should make the sound of it crashing. It was my fault after all. I wanted to scream until there was nothing left of me. I stopped and I started again. Once, twice and all over again. I stopped and I felt the tears. They were coming naturally. There it was. The feeling I was longing. The pain. The hurt. The betrayal. I was betrayed by the person I loved the most and that’s why it hurt. I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran upstairs and opened my closet. I grabbed those razors and pushed in. It was my fault. It was my fault and I had to suffer. I had to learn my lesson. It was a straight line from my elbow to my wrist. I didn’t even wipe the blood. I just let it drip as I grabbed a bottle of tequila. I started drinking. Tears rushing down my eyes and blood dripping from my arm to the floor.

I fell in love with him. I fell in love with his smile, his eyes, his bones and the way that they made his body feel like home. I fell in love with his handwriting and the way it curved so delicately. I fell so madly in love with him, but he looked me in the eye and told me about his love for her.

-Louis’ P.O.V-

“What’s wrong?” Zayn asked.

I couldn’t lie to him. I had to talk to someone and I had to let it out. It was too much for on person to handle. I bursted into tears. Zayn patted my back as I explained everything.

“You have to tell him the truth. If you want to be with him, you have to tell him. That was really stupid what you did there.” He said.

“I can’t. I’ll feel weak. Harry likes Victoria too.” I said trying to catch my fucking breath.

“Ah Louis, but that’s it. Love makes you weak.” Zayn said, and without another word he got up and left the room.

Why did I put myself in this situation? What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn’t know what to do. Everything in my life was going wrong and I just couldn’t do this anymore. I bursted into tears and I started punching myself. Thighs and stomach. I scratched my arm raw. I had to face the consequences. I was the creator of my own disaster.

-Harry’s P.O.V-

Life wasn’t worth living anymore. Life was shit and I couldn’t stand it. How could he do this to me? The love of my life. He hurt me. He did this to me. He didn’t love me. I thought about it again. He did not love me. He. Didn’t. Love. Me. Why did I keep repeating it? It wasn’t so hard to believe. It was hard for people to love me, but the people who are hard to love need it the most. It kept me thinking, the problem of being me was that everybody walked away because they thought I was too good to be true, so they left before I hurt them, instead they were just hurting me.

I took two other bottles of tequila and I drank them. I was feeling dizzy. I was drunk.

I didn’t even like being the dramatic type. It was just the tequila in my head who lead me to call Liam.

“Hello?” he answered.

I kept breathing heavily and he could hear it from the other line.

“Hello?” he asked again.

“Goodbye.” I said with a smile and with total defeat, I shut the phone.

-Louis’ P.O.V-

My phone was ringing. Who the fuck would call at 1am? Liam. I answered.

“We have to get to Harry now!” he was yelling.

“Why what’s wrong!?!” I was shaking

“Fast!” he yelled and shut the phone.

I didn’t even change my clothes. I went downstairs, grabbed my keys, ran out the door and into my car. My hands were shaking. I couldn’t start the car. I screamed and it finally turned on. I drove as fast as I could.

I parked my car out at front and I knocked on the door. No answer. I rang the doorbell. No answer. I ran out back and I smashed a window. I jumped in and Harry was nowhere in sight. I ran upstairs to Harry’s room and I couldn’t believe what I saw. I started screaming running to Harry. He was there. There he was hanging. On a rope. By his neck.

A/N: THIS IS A SHORT CHAPTER BECAUSE I DIDN’T HAVE TIME TO WRITE MORE. MY TWITTER IS @LARRYSKEY. IF YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER VOTE AND/OR COMMENT. THANKS I LOVE YOU <3  X.