Stupid With Love

Things Always Come To An End

Harry P.O.V

I walked through the lobby of the hotel, past staring faces that think they know me better than I know myself. Maybe they do. I paid them no mind, focused fully on getting back to Niall. I was stressed, worrying that I had left him alone for too long. I picked up my pace, weaving through the bodies that filled the large space. The elevator dinged, signalling that I was now on my floor. The doors slid slowly open, and I was met with a dark corridor. That was strange, it’s only 4pm, and the sun is still up. I turned my head, seeing no light filtering through the windows, the sky outside black. The air in the corridor hung thick around me, as I stood glued to the spot just outside the elevator. I started shuffling my feet in the direction of my hotel room, reaching into my jeans pocket for the key, my fingers come up empty. I reached for the door handle; it turned, showing me that Niall had not locked it after I left. I stepped over the threshold, closing the door firmly shut behind me. The air felt different in here, and there was a smell, a metallic smell, like rust.

“Niall?” I called out into the emptiness. I received no response.

Where was he?

I walked towards the bedroom, thinking maybe he had gone back to sleep. I checked the bed, the bathroom, the lounge room, but found nothing. I made my way slowly to the only room I had left to check, the kitchen. I heard a faint noise and followed it; I rounded the corner to the kitchen, my shopping bags dropped out of my hands and crashed to the floor. I saw blood, blood everywhere. On the bench, on a knife that had been dropped on the floor. On the floor itself. I was sure Niall had been murdered, until my eyes focused on something lying in the middle of this chaos.

“Niall!”I screamed, falling to my knees beside him. Grabbing his shoulders I hauled him into my lap. I looked down at his wrists, seeing that Niall is the victim and the supposed murderer.

“Niall, wake up!” I screamed, right in his face. But he made no movement to show that he had heard me. I didn’t know what to do. What do I do? I looked around the kitchen urgently, wishing that someone would just show up and help me. My eyes landed on an empty container lying on its side, not far from Niall. I reached over and picked it up, reading the label. It was his sleeping pills.

“Niall you idiot. Just wake up. Fucking wake up!” I yelled. Suddenly I got to my feet and lifted him bridal style. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew that I needed help. I ran with him, opening the door, sending it slamming against the wall. I ran with Niall in my arms down all the stairs and into the lobby. Tears streamed down my face, obscuring my vision. I don’t know how I managed to get him all the way to the lobby, but at least I got him there.

“Help! Somebody help us! Please. Help me!” I screamed, falling to my knees under the weight of the body I was carrying.

People were screaming, running around me. Someone must have called ‘000’ because I heard sirens getting closer. I felt hands under my arms pulling me to my feet. I looked down at my hands through blurry eyes, and saw blood. So much blood. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was already dead. No one can lose that much blood and survive. Men in uniforms raced through the front doors of the lobby towards us.

“He cut his wrists,” I shouted at them. “he cut his wrists.”

“It’s okay, boy. We’ve got it from here,” one of them said, pushing me to the side.

“He took a bunch of sleeping pills,” was all I said in reply. The officer looked at me.

“What’s his name, boy?” he asked/