The Wrong direction (one direction Fan Fic)

chapter 18

Louis took a deep breath and continued. "I was wonder which room Harry Edward Styles would be in?"  She looked at Louis, squinting her eyes and shifting her eye brows in such a way that it made Louis get anxious.  "Who exactly are you?" She questioned.  Louis felt a lump grow in this throat.  He stayed calm as he replied. "Louis Tomlinson.  I'm Harry's best friend and his band mate." 

Her plump checks rose in realization from what I had just said and a smile grew on her red lips.  "Oh! That's who you are!  Well, I'm actually not suppose to let anyone in that room at the moment, but since you see like you are a cheeky lad, the room number is 317 and it is on the third floor. "

Louis silently thanked her, and grazed his way to find the elevator.  That woman had been strange, and he was glad to get away from her obnoxious presence. 

He was quite thankful as he had the elevator all to himself.  He found it nice and quiet, and he thought it was a good place to put all of his thoughts together. 

He wasn't quite sure what he was feeling at the moment, but it wasn't a good feeling- that was for sure.  He had  an ever growing pit in the bottom of his stomach, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of it.  He just knew that something bad had happened. 

The second the elevator door opened, he dashed out of the door and ran into something, or someone.  It was Liam.  And, the last time that he had seen Liam was when Liam was telling him that he should leave because he had left Harry a crying mess on the floor. 

That Liam had been mad and angry, but this Liam seemed sad.  He had tear marks down his red cheeks and his eyes were puffy.  Around him was almost this depressing aroma, and Louis just wanted to run away from the emotional lad and find Niall.  Niall was always so cheerful, and Louis knew that he could cheer up anyone's day.

Liam tried to speak to Louis but his words only got jumbled.  "Lou, I..I..you s..shouldn't g...ggo in there."  Louis just gave him a strange look, almost as if you would if you caught someone who was high, and dashed past him.  He didn't seem to notice any of his surroundings around him.  Not Niall, not Zayn, not anything.

The anxiety inside him was beating to the tune of his heart, and as he reached the room, he felt as though he might make him self sick, just from all of the stress that was being shoved through his delicate frame.

Louis walked through the doorway, and immediately a weird smell reached his nose. It smelt almost as if some one was trying to make the room more inviting with an air freshener, but failed miserably.  It made Louis some what uneasy and he closed his eyes to regain his composition.

Louis didn't see Harry at first, but after walking around the room aimlessly, his eyes laid onto a bed that was seemingly lifeless.  His breath hitched into the back of his throat, as his eyes fought the tears that seemed inevitable. 

To the normal on looker, Harry looked like a small child who was peacefully sleeping.  To Louis, Harry looked almost dead. 

Harry always had a way of softly smiling in his sleep.  His dimples would always show when he was dreaming and that was something about him that Louis loved.  He loved how Harry could always look so perfect, even when he wasn't trying to. 

Harry looked perfect, even now.  His curls were draped around his dedicate head, and his arms were softly folded across his chest.  He seemed peaceful as he laid there, but he definitely didn't look happy like he would when he would sleep.

That thought got Louis sprinting towards the bed, holding back silent tears as they streamed down his face.  He took one of Harry's cold hands into his own and began to stroke the back of it.  It limply complied. 

Louis set down Harry's hand and looked at his face.  It was perfect.  Harry somehow managed to look like an angel, even in his white hospital gown. 

Harry didn't have any cords connected to his arms which made Louis uneasy.  Wern't hospital patients always suppose to have those to check vitals?  He knew that much with his mother being a nurse. 

Absent mindedly, he took Harry's arm and flipped it over, hoping to find something that would show his vitals, but he only found two things- his hospital band, and scars.  Louis shook as he traced his finger on the imprints of Harry's wrist.  It felt weird.  Touching all the emotions that Harry had taken out on himself.  He almost felt like he could feel what Harry had been feeling when he caused them.  Almost.

Louis eyes trailed down to the bracelet.  There was something off about it.

The normal color for hospital bands was blue, but this one was yellow.  Louis let his eyes read over the words.

Name: Harry Edward Styles

Date of Birth: Born February 1, 1994

Blood Type: Type A + blood

Date of Death: June 16, 2013

And those were the words that made the young Doncaster lad freeze. Harry was........dead? How? When? Why?

Guilt rushed over him.  It had been his fault- he was sure of it.  If he hadn't yelled at the poor lad.  If he had told some one about Harry's problem.  If he had noticed the signs, could have he saved him?  The blame game was endless. 

Louis collapsed to the floor.  He was completely broken and he was positive that there was no way that anyone could save him.  He wanted to scream.  He wanted to yell.  He wanted to do anything that would get his best friend back.

He couldn't live without Harry, he couldn't.  He couldn't live without his cheeky smile and button nose.  Without being woken up to Harry dumping cold water on his face, he just couldn't.  He couldn't live without the little things that Harry would always do to brighten up his day.

And that is why Louis broken down.  Because he missed his best friend so much, it hurt him.

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In the beginning, my plan was never to kill Harry, I swear.  But, after my friend died a month ago, I felt that  could vent my feelings about her being dead, into my story.  I'm sorry for all of you who loved Harry.  The story is not over yet.  I still have probably 5 chapters to do. 

The next chapter is going to tell all of you anticipating folks what actually happened in America, and how Harry developed his eating disorder and self harm.

So, I would really like to know what you all thought on this.  Vote, comment, and message me if you want to :)

Love you all!