rose || h.s.

epilogue

A heavy sigh fell from Gemma's lips as she spoke on the phone with Harry's best friend, her eyes rolling as she approached her younger brothers home,"Louis, calm down. I'm sure he's fine. You know he's been having a hard time with everything."

On the other end of the phone Louis could hear Gemma fumbling with the door handle as she unlocked Harry's front door with the spare key that he'd had made for her.

"Gemma, it's been nearly three years. I understand grieving, but this isn't healthy. Rose is dead. He should have come to terms with that by now." 

Louis was pacing back and forth in the living area of his flat now as he continued to speak," He can't keep going off the grid for days at a time like this. He won't even answer my calls." 

Truthfully, Louis felt bad for his best friend. For three years he'd watched Harry's health deteriorate until he no longer recognized the man. His once cheeky friend had become a shell of himself and lately it'd gotten worse.

Harry had shut everyone out once again, but this time it was different. Something felt different and Louis knew better than to ignore it when he felt this strongly about something. 

He hadn't answered anyone's calls in nearly a week and when Louis had finally had enough, he had tried to show up at his best friends home but found it locked up tight. It looked completely deserted. 

So he'd called Gemma, and that's how they ended up on the phone. 

"I know, Louis. You aren't telling me anything I don't already know, but we've never been in the position that he's in either. He loved her." 

Gemma had shut the door behind her now and there was very little light in the house,"Harry? Are you home?" Maybe he'd just gone on another spontaneous retreat. 

Gemma shrugged off her coat and made her way up the steps of Harry's home, her footsteps echoing in the silent house and forcing an eerie feeling to settle in the pit of her stomach. 

Louis had fallen silent on the other end of the phone and so Gemma focused her attention on her brothers bedroom door at the end of the long hall. 

"Harry?" She called out once more as her hand wrapped around the handle of his door,"Are you in there?" 

Her fingers began to tremble as she pushed the door open slowly, the nervousness she'd been pushing away growing tenfold as the pitch blackness of the room swallowed her whole. 

Her grip on the cellphone in her hand was so tight that it was a miracle it hadn't been crushed as her hand reached out blindly for the light switch. 

When her fingers finally brushed the switch she flipped it up, but she immediately wished that she hadn't.

A horrified scream left her lips as her eyes landed on Harry, the phone falling from her hand as she ran towards the bed,"Harry? Harry no! Oh God, why would you do this?!"

Louis' was screaming for Gemma, begging her to tell him what had happened, but Gemma couldn't hear him over the sound of her own sobbing as she cradled her little brothers body in her arms.

In her grief stricken state she hadn't noticed the endless amount of roses scattered across his room, both alive and dead. Nor did she see the note clutched tightly in his ice cold fingers. His final note to the love he'd lost, and the love that he would soon see again.

BREAKING NEWS:

The body of Harry Edward Styles was discovered at 2:36pm on February 2nd, 2018 by his elder sister just one day after his 24th birthday in his Los Angeles home.

The cause of death has yet to be confirmed, but it is thought to be self inflicted. Exactly three years after the death of his best friend, it appears that the loss was far too great for him to bare. 

Our hearts are with the friends, family, and fans of Mr. Styles in this time of mourning.