Saving you (l.s)

Four

Authors note: the song So Cold by Ben Cocks ft Nikisha-Pile is such a sad song, I listen to each time I write and it kills me.

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Death. It was a beautiful thing. You float around in the void until you know where to go. Heaven or hell. I have already been requested a seat in hell, so I try to make my way there, but I honestly have no idea where I'm going.

I heard sudden voices, that were pulling me back each time I heard it. Pulling me back to where I started. Wherever that was.

"Haz, cmon, breathe."

"Cmon."

"I shouldn't have left you alone, how could I be so stupid."

"Please come back."

It was Louis, the voice of an angel, he was pulling me back.

Louis. Angel. Perfection. He was the only thing keeping me alive, only thing that made me strong, he made me feel like a different person, despite the constant self depriving things I say to myself, he is always there to comfort me. Maybe I did need to wait the 29 days. It was destined.

I saw a light. I traveled towards it, and saw my dead body, laying unconscious. I touch my shoulder and feel a tingling sensation in my body. What the hell is happening?

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<Louis' Pov>

I kneeled beside Harry's lifeless corpse. I can't believe I did this. This was my fault. I shouldn't have left him alone with a bottle of pills. I fell so hard for him, I really did. Everything about Harry is so perfect, honestly I don't think I was helping him, I think I hurt him worse, he was so desperate to get out, and I didn't help him enough. I didn't know what else I could do.

I'm going to miss him, his smile, he's flaming, red cheeks whenever I complimented him, his pink lips, his forest green eyes, he's dimples that were deep enough that I could sleep in, and his beautiful brown, curly hair. There was still so much I wanted to tell/do with him, but my opportunity has expired.

I stand up to look in the mirror at my red, puffy face, my eyes were bloodshot, and still watering from time to time. What have I done? It was just like my sister all over again. Im so fucked.

I look down at Harry through the mirror and see Harry's head twitch a little. No way, he was alive, it's just my imagination.

I look at him again and see his chest move, up and down, what the-

"Harry?" I say kneeling down and grabbing his head.

I felt his breath on my hair as I put my ear to his chest.

"Haz, are you-" I whisper and he inhales a lot of air. He's alive.

"Oh my god Harry." I hug him tightly. I help him sit up and let him open his eyes. It was a miracle, he was a miracle.

"Lou-" he stutters.

"Yes Haz, I'm right here."

"Don't, ever leave me." He coughs and I start to cry again.

"I won't, ever." I whisper and push a piece of his curly hair behind his hair.

"I promise."

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<Harry's Pov>

I wake up with a killer headache, laying in a very comfortable bed. I felt warmth on my right side, I roll over to see Louis, sleeping and almost hovering over me.