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Louis kicked the door open, but it was too late harry took the whole bottle. Niall was calling the ambulance. While zayn read the note and liam was on the phone, frantically calling Simon to tell him the show should be canceled.

"HARRY? I'm so sorry... I love you I love you I love you. Please don't leave me. I'm a horrible person. I should be the one who swallowed the pills not you. Never you. I can't believe I took it this far.. I should've stopped when I read the not-"

Niall realized the words first, and boy did he blow up.

"YOU WHAT?!?! YOU COULD'VE STOPPED THIS BUT YOU DIDNT??"

"Niall please calm down.." Zayn pulled him back.

"NO HE KILLED HARRY. YOU KILLED HIM THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT." Niall had tears streaming out of his eyes.

The paramedics came and took the broken boy while the others stayed to talk to simon.

"Niall you have as much of the blame as I do, HE TOLD YOU AND YOU CALLED HIM A LIAR!"

"Alright both of you! STOP IT! This isn't anyone's fault okay? Now all we can do is be there for harry okay?"

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Louis was sitting there holding harry's hand. He hasn't moved in 2 days. Harry hasn't woken up in 3. Louis didn't eat knowing harry never did. Louis cried, because that's all harry did apparently. But this time louis was going to come clean. Louis loved harry and was going to make sure he knew it. Louis grabbed a crumpled up paper from his pocket and recited it:

Dear harry,

I wish I never did those things to you.

I broke you.

I'm sorry.

I was hurt.

You loved him more than me.

He never treated you right.

But then again,

Neither did I.

I hope one day I could say these words to you

but I don't think I'll ever be able to.

Because watching you cry would break my heart..

Please stop hurting yourself over me.

I'm nothing special.

I know you won't forgive me.

Because I wouldn't forgive myself either.

I love you.

Sincerely,

Louis.

By the time he was finished louis' tear filled eyes looked up.

Green met blue.

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