Why's it Gotta Be You? (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 6: Tell Me A Lie - Part 2

Chapter 5: Tell Me A Lie- Part 2

Louis' POV:

I read the text over and over. And slowly, my mind began to put the pieces together. Oh my god.

I flung the phone sideways, dashing off the couch. No. No, no, no, no. That goddamn son of a bitch. If he...if he's...

I ran harder, flinging the door wide open, jumping the stairs. Running maniacally, I dashed down to the beach, eyes searching. Fear clawed at my heart. Where was he. Where was...he..

I began to breath heavily, eyes flickering around the sand. WHERE WAS HE?!

I dashed into the ocean, splashing around like a mad-man.

"HARRY!!!!" I screeched, scathing my throat.

I pushed further into the ocean, head whipping everywhere.

"HARRY! WHERE ARE YOU GOD DAMNIT!!"

And then, I saw him.

Floating limply out in the sea, body swaying to the current. I went into a frenzy. I swam hurriedly to where he was, cursing at the current pushed me to and fro. And finally, I had him in my grasp.

"You bastard," I coughed, choking on some salt water.

I hauled him onto my back and tried my best to paddle ashore. The moment my feet hit the ground, I fell onto my stomach, crawling my way to the beach.

I coughed, flipping Harry of my back to lay him face up. He was stone still.

"Harry?" I called, bringing my face to his wet ear.

Nothing.

"Harry," I said, more urgently,

I was now straddling his stomach.

"HARRY!! This isn't funny!! Wake up!!"

Tears were blurring my vision, and I reached down to tilt his head up. Pinching his nose and taking a deap breath, I pressed my lips to his, blowing all my life air into him. I pulled away, wiping tears away. I pressed his chest frantically, then going down for CPR again. And again. And again.

"You bastard!" I screeched. "Don't you dare fucking leave me here! Do you hear me Harry?!" I slapped his face, then gripped both hands in his hair and pulled his face level to mine.

"Harry," I whispered once more, now feeling the tears stream down my face. Why? Why did he do this?

I froze. Because of me.

"No!!" I yelled, shaking him furiously. "No! I won't let you!! You are NOT to leave me Styles! Do you hear me?! Wake up you bloody idiot!! You can't!!!" I coughed, hearing my voice lower to a whimper. "You can't.."

And still, Harry remained motionless. Mind in overdrive, I tried everything. I was panicking.

And soon, I was loosing hope. So once more, I lowered my lips to his to give him one last puff of air.

And that was that. Lips still on his, I waited. I waited for him to start stirring. But....

My tears dropped onto his neck and chest, and I trembled violently. He left me. This little bastard really left me. And it was all my fault.

Heartbreakingly, I began to slowly lift my head and kneeled by his side, screaming in agony .

Was Harry really gone?

I lifted myself from him, staggering to run and call an ambulance. Maybe they can save Harry. If he was still alive.

But then, I heard something in the sand stir. Then, a cough.