Harry brought the orange bottle that contained 35 pills, up to his mouth. He paused and thought over everything.
Was it worth it? Yes, even if there was a slim chance of seeing my Louis again, it would all be worth it.
Quickly dumping the pills into his mouth, he swallows them with some water and lays down on the bed, that he once shared with his love. He went to sleep that night and woke up in a happy place. A place that had Louis in it.
Fin.
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Ghost Of You ||•Larry Stylinson•||
Historia Corta"Dancing through our house with the ghost of you.." ⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS⚠️ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
