𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬|𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

"i hope he inspired you, like he did me, to treat people with kindness"

word count ~ 752

harry styles was pronounced dead at 6:32pm on monday the 30th of june when his mother got home from work.
the police and paramedics concluded that it was from blood loss, they thought he died painfully. but what harry wished he could tell them as he watched from the sky as they all sat together and cried, was that he didn't feel a thing. just relief.

the school made a memorial garden for him with every flower they could find.

"treat people with kindness", was painted on the wall.

and a picture of him was framed and put on the wall in the assembly hall.

in the picture he was smiling from ear to ear.

no one expected it.

his mother was distraught, she had never ever seen it coming. she was trying to work out what she had done wrong as a parent, but she hadn't done anything wrong at all. he didn't leave a letter or anything, everyone was just so confused. it was that last thing they expected to happen.

the images were haunting her.

louis found out an hour after his body had been removed.

he cried until he couldn't see and he felt like being sick.

his mum stayed up with him all night, he cried the whole time. screaming and sobbing and scratching at his neck.

it was like a horror movie.

they had never had something like it happen in their town, and harry of all people was the worst surprise.

he was trying to figure out what he had missed, it was so out of nowhere that everyone was investigating if anything had happened to him that day to make him instantly want to kill himself.

the funeral was big, nearly everyone in their town tried to attend, most people were stuck waiting outside because there was no room.

anne spoke, but she had to stop before she finished because she was so horrified by everything that was happening.

he was buried, everyday after school louis would get off his bus early to go to his grave and tidy it up and speak to him.

people close to him were questioned.

louis couldn't bring himself to get out of bed, he did 3 weeks later.

in school they had an assembly about suicide, and then about harry.
louis was asked to prepare a speech about his best friend.

"harry styles was kind. generous. thoughtful. happy. friendly. beautiful. talented, and caring. he was also my best friend. all of us know harry, all of us can agree that he never did anything to hurt anyone, ever. every single one of you in this room today had spoken to him, gotten advice from him. all of us had thanked him. but maybe thankyou's aren't enough. because after everything he did for us, i've never seen anyone do something even a fraction as kind back to him. we let him fool us that he was strong and happy, we didn't care enough to make sure he was alright. and it's too late. we'll never get to do it, because he's gone. we should've done it when he was alive but we didn't. because we're all selfish. harry wasn't. he would do anything for a stranger. he brightened my day and everyone else's. i don't know how i'm going to go on without him next to me, i can't bear to know that he felt alone and unhappy, all the while making sure everyone around him felt the exact opposite. he achieved so much for being only 17 and it should've been longer, but i'm proud of him, i wish i had told him that when he was alive. his memory will live on, and i hope he's inspired you, like he did me, to treat people with kindness"

louis cried the whole time, and by the time he had finished everyone else was too.

even the teachers.

anne was invited to listen, she left as everyone clapped.

no one dared kick over the flowers in the memorial garden, every single person in the school could be seen walking with their heads down when they were near it.

the headmaster gave an assembly to every new year 7 class that joined every term about suicide, about the effects it leaves on the people that are left behind and ways you can get help.

louis was happy about that but it still didn't bring harry back.

nothing would.

and he couldn't come to terms with that.

the end.