When we met

Chapter 17

Louis P.O.V.

I sat in the corner of the jail cell with my knees to my chest trying not to cry. I wasn't upset I was in jail, I was upset I couldn't be with Harry when he woke up, or worse, when he died. I closed my eyes tight at the horrible thought. Harry wasn't going to die. I loved him far too much for him to die. I can't believe I did this. If I had just turned around to see who it was before firing, none of this would've been happening. It was nearly ten am. Harry and I would be waking up in each other's arms, giggling at nothing and making each other breakfast. I would be telling him I love him right now but instead I'm stuck in a jail cell because I'm an idiot. I reached up and grabbed my hair to pull on it. The worst part of it all was that I couldn't be by Harry's side, holding his hand and telling him he would be okay.

"Louis." My head shot up at Dan's voice. As angry as I was at him, I was ready to go home. "Dan." I exhaled as I stood up. I stepped over a man passed out drunk with dribble down his beard and went up to the bars where Dan was stood. "What's going on? How's Harry?" I asked in a panic. "Let's focus on you right now Louis. it took some doing but I got you out." He stepped aside to let a guard open the jail cell. I couldn't step out fast enough but that's not what I cared about. I just wanted to be with Harry again. I started making my way down the hall but Dan took a hold of my arm to stop me, "Louis where're you going?" "To see Harry." I tried to leave again but Dan stopped me, "Louis why don't you come stay the night with your mother and I, hm?" I looked at him in confusion because the tone of voice he was using was one I've never heard before. It was sad, almost as if he felt bad for me but also had a loving tone to it. "W-What's going on?" I asked nervously. He let go of my arm, "Why don't we just go home, Johanna will make you some tea and we can talk there?" "No. Tell me now. What's going on?" The tears began brimming in my eyes. Dan sighed before guiding me into the hallway. It was empty and quiet with plants lining the corridor. Dan stopped me in the middle where no one could hear us from the other room. He put his hands on my shoulders, "Louis, you need to understand something... Something about Harry." I felt my heart jump in my chest. "What's going on?!" I screeched. "Louis you need to understand that Harry was very hurt. He-" "Just tell me please!" Dan sighed as he saw the tears roll down my cheeks. I already knew what the next words were going to be, but I was praying I was wrong. "Louis, Harry is dead." I put my hand over my hear and had to use the wall to support myself. "Oh." A painful whimper escaped my lips as I looked down, the tears dripping onto the floor. "No." I whispered, "No, no." I slid to the floor and put my face in my hands. I sobbed uncontrollably into them. I looked up to the ceiling and yelled. Surely everyone in the building would be able to hear me. I know Harry could see me right now from where he was and he would be disappointed that I was so upset. He wouldn't want to see me cry, he wouldn't want to see me so hurt. I put both hands on my burning chest. I killed Harry. He's dead because of me. I would never hold him in my arms again. I would never hear him say 'I love you' and hear him giggle when I said it back. I did this. I killed Harry.
He's gone.

I sat at the coffee shop Harry loved staring down at my steaming coffee and muffin, both untouched. It's been a week since Harry died and I came here every day. It helped with missing him I suppose since he came here all the time. I never ate anything or drank the coffee, just stared at it thinking of Harry. Come to think of it I've barely eating anything all week. I don't care though. I would rather wither away without Harry with me. Dan refused to let me go to the funeral. He said it would just upset me more and I didn't protest much because I knew it would. He wouldn't even tell me where he was buried in fear I would spend all my time there. He's right on that. I would never leave Harry's grave. I couldn't even talk to Niall and Liam anymore regardless of them trying to get my attention. They reminded me too much of what I had with Harry. I saw a few tears drip into the coffee. I quickly wiped them away so no one would see.