Cheshire Chatroom Continuation

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[Harry's POV]

I felt as if someone had taken my heart by forcefully tearing it from my chest and then had thrown it to the ground, crumbling it into a hundred thousand tiny fragments. I couldn't even process what had just happened.

He had jumped. He had really jumped. I felt my knees get weak as soon as I came to that awareness, as reality hit me. I hugged myself into my own arms, sobbing, "L-Lou! O-Oh god you ... please ..! "
"Shhh H-Harry is alright ... he can't be gone ... we'll find him, yeah?" Perrie tried to reassure me, even though she was the first to cry. Liam wrapped his arm around my shoulders, placing a kiss on my cheek. His eyes were also wet.

I shook my head as the tears continued relentlessly streaming down my cheeks, my breath burning in my throat. I simply stared at the water, hoping that somehow it would magically appear. But no. He didn't. "He-He's dead!" I whimpered with my head in my hands, my body shaking with tears.

"No!" Perrie stated harshly, "Don't you dare say it, we'll ... we'll look for it ok? Do not give up..." I got up, legs trembling, starting to walk down the bridge. "Where are you going?" Liam asked confused.

"We have to split up, so we cover a large area ..." I told him before walking away, while they exchanged understanding glances.

I honestly couldn't stand around them. I hated crying in front of others, even though I had already done it a million times.

My mind kept remembering all the moments Louis and I had spent together. From the times we both slept in his house watching those awful movies, to when he kissed me, or when we got engaged. There weren't so many good moments together, apart from when we were cuddling or the time we spent the afternoon tickling each other and watching bad movies. In any case, even if it was a bit sad as a thing, those were my favorite moments. Only us, together, hugging each other, my head resting on his chest, his arm around me.

I let out a stifled sob, my eyes burning with tears. What if I couldn't kiss him anymore? What if he didn't hold me closer? What if that was the last time I would have talked to him? Just the one, where a drunk Louis and me begging him to stay?

I suddenly found myself facing the river, under the bridge. I stayed on the side, flanking the small forest that surrounded the water. My eyes flickered left and right, and I yelled, "Louis!"

There was silence, and I stopped my cries in hopes of hearing something. Everything. But I didn't hear anything. My hopes were slowly drying up, but I kept screaming, "Louis! P-Please! " I held myself in my own arms trying to contain the pain that was starting to drown me, suffocating me.

The fear of never being able to hear his voice again, of not being able to joke with him or fight over absolutely stupid things like the clothes our Sims should have worn. I could never ask him again what the meaning of his tattoos was, why he chose to get those.

Then I noticed a couple of black converse floating on the surface of the lake and I started panting. Before even deciding to stop, I took off my jacket and ran into the water, which rose slightly as soon as I plunged into it.

My hands continued to wriggle until I met a heavy weight. I immersed myself completely in the freezing water, this time, grabbing it and trying to lift it. When I finally did it, the one in my hands turned out to be a soggy body. I moved fringe slightly from his forehead, noticing a piercing on his eyebrow, "L-Louis!" I let out a slight sigh of relief and pressed his body harder against mine, swimming towards the bank.

I found it very difficult to do this considering it was heavier than me, but I did it. Leaning his body on the ground, I tried to stand up, shaking the water that was far too cold off me. When I noticed Louis' almost blue lips and his practically frozen skin, fear started running through my veins again.