Inbetween the lines(larry stylinson)

Louis POV*

-Louis Pov-

I pounded on the door helplessly. He was doing it again. He was cutting.

I had to get in there, before it was too late.

i had Liam and Zayn helping me. I yelled out his name until my throat hurt so bad my voice sounded hoarse.

With my third attempt of a kick against the stubborn wood, the door flew open.

I breathe caught in my throat and i felt time freeze. Then everything was in slow motion. My eyes scanned the area around his motionless body, like a detective searching for clues. Like a crime scene everything was covered by a layer of blood all leading to the wounds of the warrior i loved.

I traced his features with my eyes. His face held beauty and peace. His skin looked rather pale like snow, and his hair was a mess. I covered my mouth to keep myself from screaming.

I launched myself to him, not caring of the mess about. I took him in my arms.

This couldn't be.

He was gone.

And it was my fault.

The worst part was, that i never got to tell him how much i needed him back.

Something made me turn to my side, and upon an almost clean area sat a paper, in a familiar penmanship.