Harry's P.O.V
I laid down, but I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking of Prim. Maybe it's because my head is dizzy and numb and alcohol is coursing through me. But I think I'm starting to sober down.
But I don't want to be sober.
I think I want to be dead.
It's been one day since I found out I've lost the person I loved the most.
I can't do it.
I stand up and walk into the attic where I keep a bunch of shit I don't need. It doesn't take me very long to find an old rope and tie it in a knot.
Before I do anything, I sit down on the floor and something in my pocket pokes me thigh. I fish it put of my pocket.
A diamond ring.
The one I was going to give Prim.
I was going to ask her to marry me.
I wanted her to be my wife.
I wanted to have kids with her.
Our life together was going to be perfect.
Maybe it still can.
I step onto the chair and pull the rope over my head and rest it on my neck.
I start crying. Then I kick the chair.
I struggle for a minute.
Then it all goes black.
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Torn (Harry Styles)
Fanfiction"and if my suicide fails, I'll see you tomorrow." trigger warning. please don't read if you are sensitive to self harm/suicide. please stay positive.
