Hello, Mr. Celebrity (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Louis' Point of View

I struggled to drag my self up off the floor, my vision slightly blurry from the blood loss.

I felt hands gently grab at my waist, pulling me up. I was pulled into a hard chest. A familiar chest.

"Harry." I whispered, clutching onto his shirt tightly. I knew if I let go, I would fall to the floor again.

I looked at his face, and I felt extremely sad when I saw the tears racing down his cheeks.

I weakly reached up and wiped one away with a shaky hand.

"Don't cry Hazza. It's okay." I breathed out quietly, for it was all I was capable of speaking.

He shook his head, looking like his heart had been smashed into a million pieces. A choked sob escaped his lips. "Lou, you're terribly hurt, and it's my fault!"

My head felt fuzzy from all the blood I had lost. "No...no Harry...isn't your fault..." I murmured, feeling very tired all of a sudden.

His eyes widened. "No! Louis, stay awake! You have to stay awake!" he exclaimed, gripping my waist tightly as I leant all my weight on him to keep standing.

"Just gonna...rest my...eyes...Haz..." I whispered, my eyelids drooping as he gently laid me down on the floor, my head in his lap.

Another sob left his beautiful lips. "Please no! Please Louis, keep your eyes open, please baby!"

I reached up to touch Harry's face. "I love you." I whispered.

His face crumpled. "I love you too Louis. More than anything." he whimpered as I let my eyes flutter closed.

As the world faded, I vaguely heard Liam talking frantically. "Hello? 911? Please my friend needs help right now! Please hurry, he..." His voice faded until it was only a noise in the background.

I heard Niall's heart wrenching sobs coming from somewhere in the room as he cried, "Louis, you can't just die! Please don't leave me here by myself! You promised we'd always be there for each other!"

"I'm so sorry Nialler." the words left my lips so softly that I'm not sure I even said them aloud.

Niall's sobs drifted out of my hearing, becoming distant, just as Liam's desperate calls for help into his phone had before.

I briefly heard Zayn trying unsuccessfully to calm Niall down, but he sounded like he was choked up as well.

Zayn's voice faded along with the others, and two new ones replaced it. The voices of my Uncle Bobby and Aunt Maura.

Bobby was attempting to calm Aunt Maura, but he sounded like he was about to break down himself. Aunt Maura was an absolute mess.

She was sobbing and crying and screaming, "No! Please no! Not my baby! Please not my baby!"

My slowly beating heart filled up with love at her words. Her baby. She called me her baby. Just like she calls Niall and Greg her babies. Like I was her own son.

Everyone's voices turned into just noise in the background as I felt myself slipping away.

All but one.

The one of my dear love. My lover. My Hazza. My Harry.

He spoke the last words I heard, his voice cracking from the devastated sobs wracking his beautiful body.

"You can't leave me here! I just got you Lou, I can't lose you, please! I love you!"

A small smile graced my cold lips as I took my last breath. Those were good words to go to.