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"Knock,knock, Harry. Hurry up, Harry, we're gonna be late," I called out, my fist tapping against the wooden door. The laughter from the other room grew louder, echoing down the hallway. I rolled my eyes and leaned against the frame, waiting for the usual groan or grumble. But it didn't come. Just silence. "You're worse than Niall when he's lost in a game of golf," I joked, my voice carrying over the thumping bass from the TV. Still nothing.
I glanced over my shoulder at Zayn, who was sitting on the couch, his eyes glued to the screen. "Zayn, you gotta help me out here," I said, nudging the door with my shoulder. "Harry,Harry can you open the door." Zayn shouted while walking towards it, his eyes flickering to louis with concern.
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I've been doing that for ages, but he won't say anything," I complained,"he's probably messing with us again."
But Zayn's expression grew serious, "No, Louis, something's not right.
I stepped back, my heart pounding in my chest. "What do you mean?"
Zayn's eyes were wide with fear, and his voice was shaky. "i think he's hurting himself, just get in there, Louis. Please."
I didn't even question it. I launched myself at the door, feeling the panic surge through me. "Harry, open the door," I yelled, my voice thick with desperation.
It felt like an eternity, but finally, the door gave way with a loud crash. My heart was racing, and my eyes fell on Harry, lying lifeless on the floor, blood pooling around his arm. "Oh my God," I whispered, barely able to comprehend what was happening.
Zayn was already on the phone, his voice frantic. "Ambulance, please, we need one right now!" He looked over at me, his eyes wide with fear. "Louis, grab a towel or something!"
I didn't think, I just acted. I dashed into the store closet and ripped a towel from the rack, my mind racing. This couldn't be happening. Harry couldn't be... no, I wouldn't let him be. I had to do something. As I rushed back to Harry's side, I heard Niall's footsteps pounding down the stairs. "What's going on?" he yelled, his voice filled with alarm.
"Just grab more towels," I instructed, my voice shaking as I tried to keep the panic at bay. The blood was everywhere, seeping into the carpet, turning it a dark crimson. Harry's eyes were closed, and his breathing was shallow. "Come on, Harry," I whispered, applying pressure to his arm, trying to stem the flow of blood. "You've got to wake up for me."
Niall's eyes were wide with shock, but he moved quickly, fetching more towels and passing them to me. "What happened?" he managed to ask.
"I don't know," I choked out, trying to keep the tears from my own eyes. "Just get more towels, Niall, please."
As Niall rushed off, I leaned closer to Harry, pressing the towel tight against his arm. "Come on, Haz," I murmured, "stay with me." His eyes remained closed, and his face was pale, almost as white as the snow outside. The only color came from the crimson staining the fabric of the towel.
Zayn knelt beside me, his hand shaking as he felt for a pulse. "Is he...?" I couldn't bring myself to finish the sentence.
"He's alive,but barley" Zayn said, his voice strainedr. "But just. We need to keep the pressure on until help comes."
I nodded frantically, my hand trembling as I held the towel to Harry's arm. The blood was still flowing, but slower now. I could hear Niall's footsteps racing back down the stairs, his breathing heavy and ragged. He handed me another towel, and I replaced the soaked one, pressing down as hard as I dared. Harry's eyes remained closed, but I saw a flicker of something - was it pain or was it just the light playing tricks on me?
"Zayn,tell them to hurry up," I whispered, my voice thick with fear. "We can't lose him."
Zayn nodded, his eyes never leaving Harry's face. "They're coming, Louis," he said, his voice steady, "just keep doing what you're doing."
I could feel the tears welling up in my own eyes as I held onto Harry's cold hand, feeling the warmth seep out of it. "Why, Harry?" I murmured, "Why did you do this?" But there was no answer, just the faint sound of his shallow breaths.
"Louis, the paramedics are here," Niall's voice was low, but it felt like a scream in the deafening silence of the room.
I looked up from Harry's lifeless form, my eyes blurry with tears. "just once haz talk to me hmm?"
As if in response, Harry's eyes fluttered open, and croaked, "Always in my heart, Lou.always" It was so faint that I thought I'd imagined it and before i had the chance to reply the paramedics came running in .
One of them bent down beside me, their eyes assessing the situation with cold professionalism. "Anybody know if he's taken anything?" the paramedic asked, breaking the tension in the room.
Voices swirled around me, each one more frantic than the last. Zayn was talking, Niall was talking, but it all just sounded like static to my ears. I didn't dare let go of Harry's hand, gripping it tightly, as if I could keep him here with me. And then, the world stopped spinning. "Time of death, 4:28 pm. I'm really sorry for your loss."
The words hit me like a ton of bricks and I felt as if I couldn't breathe. No, no, no, this couldn't be happening. Harry couldn't leave me like this. He-he couldn't leave us. The room grew blurry as the tears streamed down my face, as I let out a howling scream, "My sun, not my sun, oh God, no, please Haz, don't do this to me."
The paramedics' voices were distant, their footsteps fading as they left the room.
It was just Harry and me now, and the deafening silence was more painful than any sound I'd ever heard,
And in that moment I realised that I didn't care about Simon or the media or any of it. All I cared about was Harry, my Haz, my best friend, my soulmate,my everything.
I scooped him up into my arms, cradling him like a child, willing him to wake up, to breathe, to come back to me.
His plumbed lips were cold, and his eyes were empty, no sparkle left. it was as if someone had taken all his happiness away and left him with nothing and that someone did exactly that,this was all my fault this was the price of fame and the price of fame that ruined us all.