My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

Louis verliest Harry. Louis heeft het gevoel alsof hij het niet meer aan kan, maar probeer sterk te blijven voor de andere jongens, en Harry. Beseffend dat Harry weg is, valt hij in een depressie. Maar, 99 dagen na Harry's dood, weet Louis dat het tijd is om naar Harry in de hemel te gaan. Waarschuwing: Lees dit niet als je gevoelig bent voor onderwerpen zoals zelfmoord, eetproblemen, of zelfverwonding. Dit verhaal is origineel geschreven door: http://onedirectionfanfiction.com/viewuser.php?uid=27829. Ik bezit niks van dit verhaal en alle rechten gaan naar haar.