- So, Mr. Styles, how can I help you? - asks me young doctor who is sitting opposite me and staring at me with huge interest in her eyes.
- Hm... I actually can't sleep.
- Oh! So you have an insomnia. You can't fall asleep. I understand, with that life rhythm...
- No. Not an insomnia. I can't sleep.
- Is there a difference between "I can't fall asleep?" and "I can't sleep"?
- Yes, there is a big difference.
- Oh. Maybe you, Mr. Styles, would try to remember how long do you have an insomnia?
- You mean how long can't I sleep?
- Yes.
- Hm... After the last day when I could sleep normally has passed an infinity.
- Could you tell me the day when you slept for last time? The day before infinity?
The day before infinity? Oh, I remember it. I remember every single second of that day, I remember every word, every picture, every smell... These things are going around my mind and the worst thing is that I know that I will feel these smells and see these pictures until the end of my life.
Doctor's mobile phone rings, she has "Truly Madly Deeply" set as her ringtone. That was our song. That was S.O.S. message. We needed help. We screamed. Can't you hear us screaming?
"Truly, madly, deeply
I'm foolishly completely falling"
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Nobody helped us.
Doctor rejected the call and song was stopped.
- I'm sorry, Mr. Styles.
- It's OK.
- So, do you remember the day since you can't sleep?
Yes, I remember every moment of that day.
- No, I don't.
- That's pity. But could you, maybe, say me approximately when it was?
It happened the last day when I had the reason to live. The day before infinity.
- I can't sleep since last week.
- It's okay with your life. Too many concerts, trips... You are just tired. I will prescribe you some pills, they will help you.
I'm not sure, to be honest. I'm not sure that the pills will help me to delete these smells and these pictures from my memory.
- Thank you, Doctor. Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Mr. Styles.
I come back in my car and sit on the back seat. Driver John, great old man, asks me:
- So, Harry, what did doctor say?
- Doctor can't help me.
- Oh. Harry...
- What?
- I know you aren't in the mood, but people from Modest! called.
- WHAT THESE DEVILS WANT FROM ME?!
- Harry, please, calm down. They want you to appear on MTV live interview with One Direction tonight.
- No way.
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The Day Before Infinity (Larry Stylinson Fanfiction)
Fanfiction*WARNING! THE STORY HAS A SUICIDE-RELATED THEME AND ISN'T RECOMMENDED FOR PEOPLE SUFFERING FROM DEPRESSION. Famous singer from One Direction has commited suicide and everybody wonders what was the reason. The only person who knows the truth about hi...
