July 19thNo, I'd never want you to experience it, that's why I gladly take it all for you so you could be happy.
He had no energy. None left in his small frail body. The lack of nutrition was really starting to take a toll on him but he doesn't care. Just like everyone around him. His wrists aches from the previous night and the white bandages were soaked with red and everyone failed to notice.
Everyday he felt himself slip away more and more by the day. So much that's beginning to cut people out even his sister, Gemma.
Days were slow, almost as if the universe was telling him to do the most with his last few days. But that was hard when all he could think about was Louis marrying some amazing person that wasn't him. He thinks Eleanors so much better because she's a beautiful tan color and not deathly pale, she's not as tall and lanky, she's not a burden thats talentless, worthless, fat and ugly. She's an angel and he couldn't hate her for it. She made Louis happy and that's all that matters.
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His phone rang loudly but he chose to ignore it but it kept ringing. It rang about four times and it was starting to tick Harry off. He peered over his shoulder, reading the bright name across the top of the screen.
Mummy <3
Shit, he ignored four calls from her and he never does. Harry always answers his mothers calls. What if something happened to her? What if she was just checking in? He doesn't know but he was nervous to answer the fifth call.
"H-hi mum."
"Finally Harry. I thought you would never pick up." She huffed, not a good sign.
"I'm so sorry I-I was um asleep."
"It's okay dear. I was just wondering where you are, you were supposed to meet us at the plaza for practice. The weddings in three days bub."
Oh. He totally forgot about the practice they had for whatever reason.
"Oh shit, sorry, i uh forgot I'm on my way right now."
"Language Harry." She chuckled amused by her sons forgetfulness.
"Get here quick bub, we're waiting."
Anne hung up before Harry got to say an 'I love you' and it bothered him more than he'd like to admit.
He's noticed he gotten a less 'i love you's directed towards him. Guess everyone's love for him washed away somehow. Not surprising to him.
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𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 [larry s]
Fanfiction'tonight he's a stranger, some silhouette.' TW: s*ic*de