✯ Zianourry ⏯ OneShots ✯

Please, let me in. ⏯ H.S. Larry

The air was thick with tension as Harry sat alone in his dimly lit apartment. The once vibrant space now felt suffocating, every corner filled with shadows that mirrored the turmoil within him. Despite the bustling city just beyond his window, he felt utterly isolated, trapped within the confines of his own mind.

It had been building up for months, creeping into his thoughts like a persistent fog until it enveloped him completely. At first, he tried to push through it, to plaster on a smile and carry on as if nothing was wrong. But the weight on his chest grew heavier with each passing day until it became unbearable.

His bandmates, his friends, they noticed. They tried to reach out, to offer comfort and support, but their words felt hollow against the deafening roar of his own despair. And so, one by one, he pushed them away, retreating further into the darkness that consumed him.

Louis, always the most perceptive of the group, had been the last to try. He begged Harry to open up, to let him in, but Harry couldn't find the words to explain the emptiness that gnawed at his soul. And so, with a heavy heart, he shut the door on Louis too, his last tether to the world outside slipping through his fingers.

Alone now, truly alone, Harry sank deeper into the abyss. Days blurred into nights as he lost himself in a haze of numbness, his thoughts a tangled mess of self-doubt and despair. He knew he needed help, knew he couldn't keep going on like this, but the thought of reaching out felt like an insurmountable obstacle.

And so he remained, trapped in a prison of his own making, the darkness swallowing him whole.

In the silence of his apartment, memories danced like ghosts, haunting him with their bittersweet whispers. He remembered a time when laughter came easily, when the world was painted in bright hues of possibility. But now, those memories felt distant, almost unreal, as if they belonged to a different lifetime altogether.

He thought of his bandmates, the brothers he had once shared everything with. Their laughter, their camaraderie, had been his lifeline in the tumult of fame and fortune. But somewhere along the way, he had lost sight of that connection, lost himself in the relentless pursuit of perfection.

And then there was Louis, his best friend, his confidant, his anchor in the storm. Harry could still hear the echoes of their laughter, could still feel the warmth of Louis' embrace. But those moments felt like shards of glass now, cutting into his skin with their jagged edges.

He wondered if Louis still thought of him, if he still missed the friendship they had lost. But the thought was too painful to dwell on, too raw in its vulnerability. And so, Harry pushed it aside, burying it beneath the weight of his own guilt and shame.

In the darkness of his apartment, Harry was adrift in a sea of memories, each one a poignant reminder of what he had lost. And as he closed his eyes, he could almost hear the faint echo of a voice calling out to him, a voice he knew he would never hear again.

The days stretched into weeks, the weeks into months, but for Harry, time had lost all meaning. He existed in a perpetual state of numbness, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of despair and self-loathing. And yet, amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope still lingered, a tiny ember fighting to ignite into flame.

It happened on a cold winter's night, the chill seeping into his bones as he sat huddled on the floor of his apartment. He couldn't remember how long he had been there, couldn't summon the energy to move from his solitary perch. But then, like a beacon cutting through the fog, a voice shattered the silence.

It was Louis, his voice raw with emotion as he called out Harry's name. At first, Harry thought he was imagining it, a trick of his fractured mind. But then the voice came again, louder this time, more insistent.

With trembling hands, Harry reached for his phone, the screen glowing bright against the darkness of the room. And there, amidst a sea of missed calls and unread messages, was one from Louis. The words were simple, yet they cut through Harry's defenses like a knife.

"I miss you, Haz. Please, let me in."

Tears pricked at the corners of Harry's eyes as he read the message again and again, each word a lifeline in the abyss. And in that moment, something inside him shifted, a spark of determination igniting within his chest.

With shaking fingers, he dialled Louis' number, the phone ringing once, twice, before finally connecting. And as he heard Louis' voice on the other end, warm and familiar, Harry felt a glimmer of hope flicker to life.

Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't as alone as he thought.

The days that followed were a blur of emotions, each one more intense than the last. With Louis by his side, Harry began to confront the demons that had plagued him for so long, to unravel the tangled mess of thoughts and feelings that had kept him trapped in darkness.

It wasn't easy, far from it. There were tears and arguments, moments of doubt and despair. But through it all, Louis remained unwavering in his support, a steady presence in the storm.

Together, they sought help, reaching out to therapists and counselors who offered guidance and understanding. And slowly, ever so slowly, Harry began to see a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.

It wasn't a smooth journey by any means. There were setbacks and relapses, moments when Harry felt himself slipping back into the abyss. But each time, Louis was there to catch him, to remind him that he was not alone.

And as the days turned into weeks, Harry began to rediscover himself, to piece together the fragments of his shattered soul. It wasn't easy, and it certainly wasn't quick, but with Louis by his side, he knew that anything was possible.

In the end, it wasn't about finding a cure for his depression, but rather learning to live with it, to accept it as a part of who he was. And as Harry looked out at the world with newfound clarity, he knew that he would never again let the darkness consume him.

For he had found something far more powerful than despair: he had found hope. And with Louis by his side, he knew that together, they could weather any storm.

And so, hand in hand, they stepped out into the light, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.