P.s i still love you

Ch. 11

Louis POV-

Today, i am going to show Anne, Harry's mum, The note. I dont know how well she will take it, since she will probably get the vibe that i am the reason for his death.

I wish i didnt have to say that, but i know its the truth. It was all my fault, i hurt him, so he hurt himself too.

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I get out of my car and with shaky hands, pull out the little white envolope with Harry's tear stains still on it.

I walk up the driveway and almost turn around, but i knock on the door.

The door swings open to reveal and obviously miserable mum. She opens the door wider as if to give me permission to come in, i walk in. She walks to the kitchen island and pulls out a stool for the both of us.

"Louis, why are you here?" She says, tears filling in her eyes.

"Look Anne, im really sorry, i miss him too. I just thought you had to read this." I say handing her the letter.

She looks up at me curiously.

"Its Harry's.. S-sui- suici- .. You know what I'm trying to say..." I say, tears already flowing.

Anne nods and carefully takes out the letter. Her eyes run over it, tears flowing, but rage evident in her eyes.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY SON. WHAT THE FUCK LOUIS. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE, NOW. YOU ARE NO LONGER WELCOME HERE." Anne says, throwing the envelope at me and stomping towards the door.

I listen, of course. I open the door and run to the car. With a blurry vision i start the car.

Anne knows its my fault. The fans know its my fault. The lads know its my fault. Goodness, I know its my fault.

While driving back to my flat, an extremely familiar song comes on. Our song, to be exact. You and i by one direction, is what my radio reads.

It gets to Harry's part and i turn it up louder and louder, until im sure my ear drums are going to burst. But then Harry would've been the last thing i heard, right? However, i was too busy paying attention the radio to pay attention to the semi-truck, coming right at me.