“I am sick, so sick of you feeding me more and more lies every day. Don’t you see, Harry? I love you, I fucking love you! More than anything! But don’t think that will stop me from using this gun. Oh no, it won’t, because it is the only reason I am doing this.
If I wouldn’t love you, you would be safe. Away from me, not threatened by me, pointing a gun on your head. But sadly, I am.
I’m sorry, but I can’t stop my feelings and if you are not here anymore, I won’t have to anymore.”
Louis let out a loud shaky sight. He knew exactly what he was doing when he lifted the gun a little bit and pointed it directly on the middle of Harry’s forehead.
“I am sorry, Haz”, he whispered and closed his eyes.
“I love you.”