It clearly couldn't have been Harry knocking on the door, since he was in America. But Louis hadn't checked the time before he took those pills, or remembered Liam was on his way round to write new songs for the album. It slipped Louis' mind completely with all the worrying he was doing about Harry. But if he had remembered, he would've waited for Liam to leave before he did anything suicidal.
Because now, he might just get saved in time.
Liam knocked on the once, twice, three times. But got no answer. With confusion, he took out the key and opened the front door, walking in and calling out Louis' name. He walked into the living-room, stopping in his tracks when he saw Louis' body on the sofa. His eyes went wide with shock when he caught the empty bottle of pills beside his bandmate's body. He knew Louis wasn't just sleeping.
Liam started to panic.
"Lou!" he shouted, rushing over to Louis' side, shaking his body to try and wake him up. But he only received silence as Louis' body remained still.
"Fuck," Liam swore. "Hang on, mate, I'm gonna call for help." He whipped out his phone in a hurry, dialing '999'.
"Hello, what's your emergency?" a female voice asked.
"It's my friend," Liam spluttered, breathing harsh with worry. "I've just found him in his flat. I don't think he's breathing. We need an ambulance here!"
"What's your address?"
Liam hurried out Louis' address and they assured an ambulance was on its way. All Liam could do was wait, trying to get something out of Louis, even if it was a small movement, just something to confirm that he was still alive.
When death crossed Liam's mind, so did Harry. Liam couldn't think straight: if Louis dies, Harry'll be broken. He won't be able to cope. Liam dragged his mind away from the terrible thoughts and focused on the sound of the ambulance getting closer. He went outside and called them over.
Liam let the paramedics take things from there. They strapped Louis to a stretcher and carried him out the flat, setting him gently in the ambulance. Liam jumped in and sat beside Louis.
"It's best if you try speaking to him," said the paramedic as she close the backdoors of the albulance.
For half the journey, Liam tried speaking to Louis. But received nothing. Though, he wasn't sure if he got a grunt at one point, but that was all. Louis didn't breathe a single word and it was beginning to worry Liam. But it'd be worrying for Harry even more.
That's when the thoughts of telling Harry occured.
He took out his phone, quickly calling Harry.
After a few rings, Harry picked up.
"Hey, Liam," he answered brokenly, sounding depressed and really not bothered with life. "What is it, mate?"
"It's Louis," replied Liam. "You need to make your way back to London - right now!"
Harry voice changed. "Why?" he asked. "Is there something wrong with Lou? Liam, tell me!"
"I found him unconcious back at your flat," Liam explained in a rush. "I think it was an overdose."
Harry gasped, "Is he breathing?"
"Barely," Liam mumbled. "Look, we're on our way to London Hospital. Can you get back here as quick as possible?"
"On my way."
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Pretending From The Start, Larry Stylinson Fanfiction.
ФанфикLouis survives his attempt of suicide, but something isn't right. He looses his mind, remembering everything but who Harry Styles really is to him. But has Louis seriously lost his mind, or was he pretending from the start? "If you're pretending fr...
