Harry's P.O.V
I walk into Prim's house with white roses in hand.
"Primrose!' I squeak and smile. I walk up the steps. I've been touring for a few weeks but I had a few days off so I decided to come home and surprise Prim. I run up the stairs to her bedroom. I open up the door and my smile falls.
Prim lies on the floor with blood from her wrist surrounding her.
"Primrose.." I swoop down and check her pulse. My eyes begin to become swollen. She has a pulse. I grab a blanket and wrap it tight around her arm. Blood soaks through it. "Prim.." I cry. I push her hair out of her face a pick her up.
I run to the car and drive to the hospital.
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I sit patiently waiting in the waiting room with Prim's parents. Then the doctor walks in and closes the door. I stand. "Is she okay?"
"She cut deep. And vertically. We couldn't stitch it up. She lost too much blood. We couldn't save her. I'm sorry."
I collapse. My love. She's gone. Forever.
I begin to sob. I curl into a ball on the hospital floor. "Prim..." I whimper. "no, no, no.."
This is all wrong.
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Torn (Harry Styles)
Fanfiction"and if my suicide fails, I'll see you tomorrow." trigger warning. please don't read if you are sensitive to self harm/suicide. please stay positive.