11:11 (a larry fanfiction)

chapter 31

(the 1975- falling for you) 

-Louis P.O.V-

I let out a scream. A very big one. I ran to him as fast as I could and my heart was beating fast. If I didn’t save him now, he was going to die. It would be my fault. I held his feet up, trying to let the rope loose and I started crying while holding him. He kept pushing his legs so I could let go but I held him.

I heard Liam coming in. He was on his phone and as soon as he looked at me, his phone dropped to the floor and he ran towards me. My phone started ringing and apparently it was Liam calling me. Liam started crying while he tried to cut the rope.

“It’s tied hard!” Liam yelled.

“I don’t care! Keep trying!” I yelled, crying.

The thought that maybe the love of my life was about to die, and I didn’t have time to save him made me feel depressed and sad and angry and I just wanted to die with him right there.

After a few minutes the rope was cut.

“Is he okay?” I yelled, shaking and crying.

Liam put his head on Harry’s chest and he started crying. I’ve never seen Liam cry like this.

“It’s hard to tell.” He said and I picked up Harry and ran outside to my car. He was heavy and I could barely hold him. His arms fell on both sides. I started crying. I put him in the backseat and Liam was shotgun. I just couldn’t start the car.

“Start it!” Liam yelled.

I was shaking and I put the keys in. I started driving as fast as I could to the hospital but the tears were blurring my vision. I swallowed and I wiped my tears. At that moment, I thought, Harry needed me. I had to be strong. For him. I had to save him. I turned my head to look at Harry. He seemed dead. NO. He wasn’t. As I pulled into the parking lot, Liam called the other boys. I picked up Harry and ran to the hospital.

“Fill out the form please.” The lady said

“It’s a suicide attempt, you bitch! He may or may not be living! I’ll fill out the form later!” I yelled and I couldn’t hold my temper. She shook her head and nurses came with a bed. 

I followed them while they were taking him to a room.

“No people allowed.” The doctor said and I stopped in the middle of the hallway. Watching. Watching the doctors roll his bed into a room. Watching the love of my life die. With no feelings. No feelings but hope. Hope that he would be okay. Hope that he would survive.

~3 days later~

I was sitting beside Harry’s bed, holding his hand. I had lost track of time. I didn’t even know what day it was. I clicked the button on top of my phone to see the screen light up. The time was exactly 11:11. Time to make a wish. I thought and I wished that Harry would be okay and that everything would be they way they were.

“Please wake up.” I whispered.

-Harry’s P.O.V-

*Harry’s thought’s during suicide attempt*

In a perfect world, when he is with her, he would be wishing he were with me; when he looked at her, he would be looking at me; when he smiled at her, his smile would be for me; when he thought about someone, he would be thinking about me. In a perfect world, he would realize that she wasn’t the one he was supposed to be with and I would still be standing there waiting for him when he finally realized that. But this isn’t a perfect world and people do get hurt, you smile when you feel like crying, you act like you’re okay when you’re falling apart inside and you let it go. You move on, because there’s nothing else you can do. But for me it was different. There was something I could do. And I did. And I decided to end my life. To end my pain.

-Louis’ P.O.V-

I started crying. I started crying and sobbing and whispering his name time by time. I kissed his hand and then his lips. What would my life be without Harry? I underestimated him. How fucked up would I be? Even if I wanted to talk to him, he wouldn’t be there. He wouldn’t be there. He would be gone forever. He wouldn’t be there to tell me that he loved me. He wouldn’t be there to cry and laugh with me. I would never talk to him again. That’s the thing that bothered me. Because I would never find someone to love as much as I loved Harry. I would feel guilty. I would feel mad at myself for not stopping him. I would feel sad and angry and I didn’t know how to explain it.

I was trying, but I always loved the wrong people or loved the right people wrong, and things fell apart. All lifelong I was just chasing happiness but every day I woke up feeling like my heart was gone.

“I need you. I need you.” I whispered.

As if he heard me, he moved his fingers. 

“Harry!” I yelled so loud a doctor came in. Harry’s eyes were moving in attempt to open them.

“You’re close Harry! Try harder!” I yelled enthusiastic with tears in my eyes.

His eyes fluttered open after a few minutes and after numerous attempts. He stared at me, well, he tried to at least. He tried to smile. I kissed his lips and the doctor just stopped and stared. I didn’t care. Wishes do come true. Maybe it was just a coincidence but who cared? Harry was okay and that was all that mattered. 

“Harry. I love you and I didn’t mean anything I said and I’m sorry. I just need you to love me back because I love you Harry. I love you.” I said and he tried to nod but instead I did, trying to say I’m sorry. He tried to flash a smile but instead I smiled. Because I was so happy.

-Harry’s P.O.V-

~1 week later~

I sat on the couch while Louis was making breakfast. I was feeling a bit better after my accident but that didn’t mean I forgot what happened. It was even clearer. I was flipping through the TV channels when I heard a doorbell. I got up and walked to the door. I opened it. It was Zayn. He just jumped into my arms and hugged me like he never did before.

“Come in.” I said smiling. He entered.

“Who is it?” Louis asked coming to the door and smiling when he realized it was Zayn.

We sat on the living room couch and we talked awhile.

“I know this isn’t a really good time to say this, but Harry?” Zayn asked.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Me and Perrie are getting married. In two months.” He said and I just stared at him.

-Louis P.O.V-

What the fuck Zayn? Harry had just came out of a hospital and he was planning his wedding. I kept turning my head looking at Harry and at Zayn.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!?” Harry yelled.

“No Harry. I’m sorry. I know it’s a bad time but I thought you needed to know.” Zayn said.

“What the fuck!?” Harry yelled. I felt really left out because I was just staring while they were arguing.

“Calm down Harry. You would be even more mad if I hadn’t told you so shut up.” Zayn said and Harry looked at his feet and started crying.

“I’m sorry. I just can’t take this anymore. I’m sorry. Congratulations.” Harry said, got up and hugged Zayn.

“It’s okay.” Zayn said and patted his back.

I just sat there. I just sat there and wondered how hard stuff were for Harry. And I was there. I was there to make stuff better and easier for him. I was there to love him.