The Curse € Larry Stylinson

What Hurts The Most

Louis's POV

I was being released today and Zayn was taking me to buy a tux for the dance which is tomorrow. Zayn was dragging me out of the hospital to his car so we can shop. He drove us to the nearest mall and I practicly pulled him from the car and dragged him into the store.

"I want everything." I squeak seeing all the sparkily things.

"Let's choose one." Zayn said as I drug him to the dressing room.

Zayn and I ended up picking out matching black and pink tuxes. Zayn took them out to his car as I went to sweet frog to wait for him. I had gotten a small cup of banana yogurt as I waited for him.  Then I heard a voice.

"I'm sorry I can't save you this time ,but you can save yourself and many others just be clever."

I could tell it was Harry ,but why would he say something like that? I get up to throw my cup when I heard something that made my heart drop.

A gun shot.

Everything slowly turned into panic. Everyone was rushing in any store close ,but it seemed I was the only one running out. Is Zayn ok? Was the only thing on my mind. When the crowd disappears into the stores. I look around trying to find Zayn when I saw a sight that made my heart drop. I saw a man who looked in his late thritys holding a gun to a young boy's temple. He looked about 13 or so ,about Lottie's age. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes. His eyes showed a small flame of regret. He had on a blue polo and jeans. I quickly noticed his eyes darted back and forth from the statue in the center of the hallway. Then I spotted three boys behind it. They must be his siblings. I take a step to them then spoke.

"Hey, Hey, Just lower the gun." I say.

"Never! He killed her!" He screamed pressing the gun harder into the boy's temple.

I almost spoke when I saw Zayn behind him.

"How about I come over there and you let him go." I asked stepping closer.

"I-I guess." He said removing the gun.

It seemed the next thing happened in slow motion. The boy ran to me as Zayn ran to the man. It was too late though. The older man had raised the gun to his own temple knowing he hand been tricked. Then he pulled the trigger. I pulled the boy into my chest hiding him from the cruel world around us. When the mans lifeless body feel the gun slid over to me then I saw it a key was on a string wrapped around the barrel of the gun. I grab not even looking at the word on it and put it in my pocket.

"What the hurts the most was being so close." The boy whispered as I held he as he began to sob.

Please Read!!!!!!!!

Today one of my friends earned his wings. He was my best friend. He was the boy that could make anyone laugh. I sat behind him in English for two six weeks of school. I remember how he complained how I sang in every class. "God D*&%#* Dayy stop singing." Was the most thing he said to me. Then when I did he felt bad and said sorry. And when he wasn't saying that he was stealing my gum or saving something random to my flash drive. It seems it was yesterday. Like he can't be gone. I still think I will see him sitting in the only chair at the table tomorrow ,but I'm not. It seems it will never sink in. I can't accept that he is gone. I can't believe that he is gone. He just can't be. I don't know what to do. I had a break down this morning because of what happed. I remember he said it would snow the day he died. It snowed today. I really need someone to talk to. He can't be gone. He just can't.

Questions Of The Day!

Have you ever lost someone you really cared about?

November 17 2014