Larry fics

Somewhere New

It’s cold, up on top of the bridge. The wind blows around him in cool gusts, some powerful enough to nearly knock his balance. Or maybe that’s because his legs feel like jelly. Either way, goosebumps are forming on his exposed skin, barely visible in the dim evening light. He’d specifically decided on evening, as it’s prettiest, most peaceful, most calming.

He figures that’s perfect for killing himself.

So he holds on to one of the bars and edges closer, stomach dipping as he looks down. It’s quite a drop, and with the way the river has dried up for the most part, he’ll most likely die instantly when he hits the concrete bottom.

And he’s not scared, not anymore. He has control, he can jump as he likes, end it, get out of this hellhole. So a small smile finds his lips as he steps just that little bit closer.

He steadies himself on the bars, fingers gripping tightly, so he can lean forward and test himself, steadily loosening his hold to slip farther, farther, farther.

“You shouldn’t do it, you know.” Comes a voice out of nowhere, and Louis’ heart stops as he spins (and nearly falls) to see a man standing beside him, arms crossed.

He’s got a head full of thick brown curls, eyes like emeralds and the pinkest lips Louis’ ever seen, and at a time like this, all he can describe him as is gorgeous.

“That’s not gonna change my mind.” Louis says, looking back out to the trees around them as he leans against one of the bars.

“I know.” The other man says, voice deep and slow. “But it’s what you’re supposed to say, right?”

“Suppose.” Is all Louis can mumble.

The other man appraises him, eyes scanning over his skinny frame, scarred wrists, shaking fingers.

“I don't think you should do it.” He says then.

“I don't really care what you think.” Louis voices, meeting the stranger’s pretty eyes.

“I know that too.” He smirks. “I just figured I should let you know. You could be really happy. I can tell.”

Against his better judgement, Louis asks “How?”

“You have smile lines. And your eyes are happy. So even if you’re really sad right now, I’m sure you’ll be happy again soon.” The man says, and Louis scoffs.

“You don’t know my life. I can't be happy anymore, it’s impossible. I hate...everything.” Louis huffs, looking back over the edge to see the comforting sight of hard concrete. He’ll be gone instantly.

“But everything doesn’t hate you.” The curly haired man says.

“What?”

“There’s people who care about you. Family, friends. They love you.” He explains.

“They don't love my sexuality.” Louis can't help but mutter, kicking at the metal underneath his feet.

“Well then they’re stupid, yeah? Doesn't mean you have to kill yourself.” Curly Hair says.

“It’s more complicated than that.” Louis says, tone short.

“Of course it is. Everything’s complicated. But killing yourself is simple. It’s kind of crazy to think, actually. Like, your life could change tomorrow, get so much better through a series of events, and all it takes is one step off this bridge and you stop that. Everything stops permanently.” The stranger

  

explains, and Louis stares at his shoes.

“And it’s even crazier to think that you could meet your match tomorrow. Like, you could meet the person of your dreams, the guy you’ve always fantasized about, who makes you smile and laugh and be happy, and you’re just gonna throw it all away because you don’t want to wait. But what if you don’t have to wait? Like I said, you could meet them tomorrow. You could be happy tomorrow. But you don't know that now, so you jump, and it never happens.” He says.