Harry Styles, Chapter 14
"Lou, Louis.. you have to stop doing this to yourself.." I heard my voice say to Louis, a very sick looking Lou in a hospital bed. "I-I'm sorry, Haz... I just can't stop, I can't control it." I grabbed hold of his hand, "Louis, please try." I begged him, "I'm trying the freaking best I can, Harry. I'm trying my hardest to be strong for you, I'm trying my hardest to be perfect for you." I raised my eyebrows, releasing my hand from his, "You're blaming all of this on me? I didn't tell you to freaking starve yourself, I love you the way you are and before you were a freaking skeleton." The hurt on his face made me want to hug him. "No, you didn't Harry, but I was trying to be perfect for you and you did nothing to stop it." He responds angrily. I took in a breath of air and said, "You seem to forget I'm trying the best I can too... and it seems like you're not even trying. I'm done, Louis. You do not care." "Fine." He responds. Did Louis and I just break up? I start to hear heavy breathing and everything's blurry, but I can see someone; I see someone in a hospital gown standing on a stool and wrapping a rope around their neck, Louis. Louis' about to attempt suicide because of me. He kicks back the stool and I see darkness.
My eyes shot open and I looked over to see Louis laying beside me.. "Thank God," I whisper as I notice it's only about one in the morning. "He's so beautiful, yet he's mine," I whisper again. "I love you, Lou," I whispered into the darkness and I kissed his forehead, then stroked his hair. How'd I get so lucky? "You're so beautiful.." I said in a hushed tone... "I just wished you'd see that.."
That's when I got an idea... I grabbed my notebook and a pen. I wrote: I like your hair because it's soft and reminds me of chocolate. I like your forehead because it's my favorite place to give you kisses. I like your ears because they're tiny. I like your eyes because they're beautiful, and though most times they're filled with sadness, I love them them when they light up with joy. I like your cheeks because your cheekbones are perfect. I like your lips because they're made for me to kiss. I like your chin because it fits you. I like your neck because it turns you on when I kiss it. I like your chest because your tattoos are one unique thing you hold. I like your arms because they're muscular. I like your stomach because it's soft yet muscular. I like your legs because they're short and cute. I like you to your head to your toe, Louis, I love you so much. Louis, you are my sun. You shine and when you're sad, you still smile. You fill me up with joy just by looking at me. You are the Sun while I am the Earth, you keep me alive. You're always wanted, always needed. You're full of light and full of love. I love you, my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey, you'll never know dear how much I love you.
I know this won't change his point of view on himself, but I want to try to convince him that he is beautiful. Louis is my sunshine and he truly does make me happy even when I'm down. I don't know how to put into words how much I love that boy. I just wish he'd see how much he means to me, how much he means to others... I wish there were a way.
"Harry, what are you doing at three in the bloody morning?" I hear Louis from beside me muffle. I respond, "Nothing, babe, go back to sleep." "Okay," he says and then kisses my cheek. I laugh as I begin to hear his soft snores. He's so cute. Louis, I wish you someday see how important you are to me.
"Louis!" I hear myself scream as I see a hanging Louis thrash around, gasping for air. I start to panic, breathing heavier and heavier as my heart went to my ears. "Don't worry.,." I whisper as I ran over trying to lift him out of the rope, he catches his breath and I reach the stool with my foot. I try to get his head out from the rope, I call for a nurse. "Louis, are you okay?" He doesn't do anything, he just lays there. I'm not going to leave. "I'm not leaving, babe. I'm never letting go, okay? I love you so much." My breathing starts to get faster again, my heart pounds in my ears, my head is about to explode. I soon see Louis grab a knife from under the bed and whisper, "I'm sorry, Harry." He then stabs me in both eyes, but I'm still alive, I just can't see. I hear the stool moving and then choking and thrashing. Louis just killed himself, my eyesight, and my heart. I can see nothing, then I hear a door and a gasp. I don't think they knew I was alive and I didn't want them to, I wanted to die and so I did.
Hi, sorry I haven't updated in three months a lot has happened.. If you need to know, last month my brother died in a car accident, so I'm still dealing with his loss and then I had state testing. Then in March, I just didn't have any motivation to do anything really and I am so sorry for this. I'm not good at writing, so I don't really see why I should update, but I do want to become a writer when I get older. I'm trying my hardest to make this story interesting, but it's hard to do so for my ability. I'm sorry I'm crap at this. - Destinee
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