Wrong Number • L.S

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~August 12, 2018, 11:14am~

He slowly opens the door, eyes going wide at the scene in front of him.

"Oh my god..." Harry cried out as he rushed inside the messy room.

Shards of glass scattered the floor, along with clothes and...blood.

Harry looked around the room for the blue-eyed boy, but not seeing him anywhere. He removed piles of clothes from the floor, opened closet doors, and moved the bed to the side, but still couldn't find the boy.

"Where are you baby?" Harry muttered as he stood in the middle of the room.

His eyes landed on a closed door at the end of the room, light coming out from the opening at the bottom. Harry made his way to it and slowly opened the door.

"Louis!" Harry gasped as he saw his world underwater on the bathtub.

He rushed over to him and took him out of the tub, bringing him into his chest. He hugged the boy and cried as he called the police.

"9-1-1 state your emergency." The dispatcher said.

"I-my. I..." Harry cried, no actual sentence forming.

"Alright darling I need you to calm down for me." She said calmly onto the phone.

"M-my boyfriend c-committed s-s-su-" Harry stopped, sobs escaping his small body.

"Okay, I'm sending the first responders to your address." She said. "Can you check if he has a pulse?"

Harry cried as he slowly placed his fingers on Louis's neck, feeling no pulse.

"T-there's none." Harry answered, heart breaking as the realization of Louis dying finally hit him.

"Okay, do you know how to perform Hands-Only CPR?" Harry shook his head and muttered a small no.

"Alright, I need you to place the heel of your hand on the breastbone at the centre of his chest. Place the other hand on top of your first hand and interlock your fingers." She instructed.

Harry listened silently and placed his hands directly on Louis's breastbone.

"Now, position yourself with your shoulders above your hands." Harry muttered a small okay and did as told.

"Using your body weight-not just your arms-press straight down by 5 to 6cm-2 to 2.5 inches-on their chest." As she talked Harry's body grew heavier and his heart began beating faster.

"Keeping your hands on his chest, release the compression and allow the chest to return to its original position. Repeat these compressions at a rate of 100 to 120 times a minute until the paramedics arrive or you have become exhausted."

"Okay." Harry muttered and continued doing CPR on Louis. His arms started hurting but he kept going, even when he finally heard sirens outside.

A paramedic entered and took Louis's body away from Harry and placed him on a stretcher, before wheeling him out and onto the ambulance.

"Will you ride along with him, sir?" The paramedic asked Harry to whom nodded and quickly got onto the vehicle.