“Haz, I brought movies and popcorn!” I yelled as I entered Harry’s flat. Louis was out with El tonight, so I figured it would be nice to hang out with Harry. We hadn’t seen much of each other since…The Incident.
“Harry?” I called out, hearing no response. That was strange. I knew he was here. I’d heard Niall on the phone with him earlier and he’d said he wasn’t going anywhere tonight.
“That was weird,” Niall had said when he hung up with Harry. We were hanging out in my flat, just watching some TV.
“Why? What did he say?” I questioned.
“He said, ‘I’ve got to go. Niall, I love you. You’re like my brother, you know that right?’ So, I was like ‘I know, man’ and then he said,” Niall stopped, a strange look spreading across his face.
“What? What did he say?” I pressed.
“He told me to tell you he’s sorry. What did he do to you, Liam?”
“I…I don’t know,” I said, confused. Harry hadn’t done anything to me. We shrugged it off, figuring Harry had a little too much to drink.
I stepped further into the flat. Most of the lights were off. I poked my head in the kitchen and saw broken glass. What the hell?
Lou’s door was open, but Harry wasn’t there. I heard water running in the bathroom.
“Harry?” I called out. I looked around the bathroom. The faucet was running, but Harry wasn’t there either. I turned the tap off, making my way back to Harry’s bedroom. The door was open, very slightly.
“Haz?” I opened the door fully. At first, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. I saw Harry, laying on his bed. I saw the bottle of booze next to his nightstand. I saw the empty pill bottles laying there. I saw one in his limp hand.
“Oh god, Harry!” I dropped whatever I was holding and raced toward his bed side, knocking the bottle over. It fell to the ground with a loud crash, glass sprinkling everywhere. I didn’t care.
The second I touched Harry, I knew I was too late. His skin felt cold. Not ice cold, like they say in movies and books. It was as if I could feel his life force draining from him.
“Harry! Harry! I need you to wake up!” I yelled, slapping his face. He didn’t rouse. “Harry! HARRY! WAKE UP!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Don’t you do this to me, Harry! Don’t you fucking dare!” I reached a shaking hand into my phone, jerkily dialing 911.
“911, what’s your emergency?”
“I need help NOW! My friend took a lot of pills, he was drinking. He’s dying. You need to help him! He’s dying.” I could feel myself crying, but I continued slapping Harry’s face. Willing him to just wake up.
“Calm down, sir. We’re sending emergency services to your location. Please stay on the phone with me.”
The phone dropped from my hand as I watched Harry’s eyes open, just a little.
“Harry! Stay with me! Please, for the love of god, stay with me!” My tears were falling onto his shirt.
“Li…I—” His voice caught in his throat like he was choking on his own tongue.
“Harry?” His eyes rolled back into his head, pupils disappearing. “NO!” I grabbed his limp body, throwing him over my shoulder and sprinting to the bathroom. I turned the shower on, cold water spraying into the tub. I got in the tub, putting Harry in front of me, holding him in my arms. I slapped his face some more, hoping the freezing cold water would rouse him.
