One Tragedy [Larry Stylinson]

The Tragedy Continues

Sometimes, life has a strange way of making things happen. Some things, should be left alone and not be tampered with at all. Others, should be tampered for the better but it’s not possible to control life so no one could change what happened that horrible day.

Louis had never been the same ever since Harry was gone. Louis would thrash and scream, he would wake up with the most frightening nightmares and sob himself to sleep once more, he would be in denial and go to Harry’s room to see nobody in his bed and that would remind him of the ugly truth.

Nobody was taking it well – none of the boys and certainly not the fans – but nobody had it worse than Louis himself. Louis not only felt hurt, he felt guilt, and he felt as if it was his fault that Harry died – if Louis hadn’t been with Eleanor…

Louis shook his head and groaned. He didn’t even know what time of day it was – if it was night, or morning or whatever – and honestly he didn’t care. He loved Harry and more than just a friend – he loved Harry in a way that nobody could imagine or even describe.

And Louis lost him…

The other three boys were sad as well and despite the fact that they were crying as well – they had to hide it for Louis’ sake. They would cry on their own time but if one of the boys was crying when Louis was around; they’d never hear the end of it and Louis would spend his day sobbing like crazy.

The band was put on a “break” since Harry had gone. They didn’t know what they were going to do anymore and they needed to fix this. An option was to just cancel out One Direction altogether because there was no One Direction without Harry.

Louis felt his pillow was absolutely soaked from all the tears and that’s when he knew it was time to get up. He didn’t want to get up but if he didn’t; all the other boys would come in and grab him and made sure he would eat to stay healthy.

He looked at the time to notice it was two in the afternoon – lovely….

Louis sighed and got up, almost losing his balance the moment he got up. Louis still ate but anybody could tell that he had lost a lot of weight. He didn’t look as healthy and fit anymore; he looked scrawny and looked as if he might pass out any second.

Louis had an actual beard because he would never shave himself. Liam would occasionally sneak into Louis’ room and shave him once he was asleep but Louis didn’t seem to notice a difference. Liam was planning on doing it soon because the beard was getting out of hand.

Louis walked downstairs and went over to the kitchen. The three boys were sitting at the table and they knew better to stare at him but they did it anyways. Sympathy and pained filled their eyes once they saw Louis. Louis would never smile or laugh, he was completely broken and the boys feared that he could never be fixed.

The boys knew better than to put him in a mental hospital or see a therapist because that would do absolutely nothing. Simon once tried to talk to Louis but it did no good whatsoever and just made Louis cry and sob even more because he thought back on the memories when One Direction was just starting and how Harry was still there.

Louis was just getting worse and worse the more the days passed. He felt as if he couldn’t even remember Harry’s face anymore. Louis refused to watch TV or listen to music or anything in case Harry would show up – he didn’t want to see the old Harry, he didn’t want to be reminded of the memories or see that beautiful face again because it would just cause him more grief.

Louis was starting to forget the curly hair, those mystifying green eyes and those beautiful dimples. He felt nauseous every day and his hair was super greasy. Louis stank as well. Liam would spray some cologne on him every night once he was asleep but it didn’t make that much of a difference.