Talent. {l.s}

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"So i'll see you tomorrow?" Harry squeezed Louis' hand as they pulled up to Vaani's house. Louis was going to spend the night with his friends and Harry would be lying if he said he wasn't a little nervous.

Of course he trusted Louis but in the past weeks, they had been practically inseparable and it was odd not to be around each other.

"Yeah," Louis unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned in to kiss Harry, "I'll see you tomorrow."

With that, Louis climbed out the car and walked towards the door. Harry waited to see him get in the house before leaving. He decided it would be a good idea to get some fast fold and watch a movie.

As Harry was about to enter the McDonalds drive through, his phone began to ring. He quickly answered it, pulling into a parking instead of going to the drive through.

"Hello?"

"Harry! Hey, Please- uh- can you come over," Liam's voice was panicked, "It's Zayn again. He's locked himself in the bedroom and he wont talk to me."

"Mate, did he not just fall asleep?" Harry tried to sooth Liam.

"No! I have been calling for him and i can hear him, he's talking to himself... something about tinkerbell- i don't know." Liam spoke quickly.

Harry suddenly got flashbacks to the conversation he had with Zayn that night he got drunk. He quickly pulled out the parking spot and began driving to Liam's house.

"I'm on my way," Harry said and hang up. He drove fast, probably breaking every driving regulation there was. He began panicking as well, praying to God that Zayn wasn't doing what Harry thought.

When Harry got there, Liam opened the door.

"I'm sorry, i didn't know who else to call,"

"Don't worry about it."

He looked like he had been crying but Harry didn't say anything. They got to the bedroom door and Harry called Zayn's name. There was no reply. Shuffling and muffled words could be heard through the door.

"He's been in there for over two hours," Liam sighed, "Maybe more... He was in there when i got home from work."

"Did you guys have a fight or something?" Harry asked, trying the door handle. It was locked.

"No, we were fine. He said he wasn't feeling well, so he didn't go to work." Liam sat down on the sofa, exhausted.

Harry put his ear to the door and heard the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor. Harry's heart stopped. He stumbled back from the door and went to Liam.

"Do you have windows in your bedroom?" Harry asked, quickly and out of breath.

"Yeah, it faces the back yard-"

"Keep talking to him!" Harry shouted, running out the back door to find the window. He almost tripped but recovered as he got to the window.

He peered through the window. His heart dropped into his stomach when he saw Zayn standing on a chair, a rope around his neck. Harry reacted on instinct and shattered the window with his elbow. He climbed through as Zayn stepped off the chair, dangling limply.

Harry ran and wrapped his arms around Zayn's legs and lifted him. He tried to get him out of the rope but he failed.

"An ambulance!" Harry screamed at the top of his lungs, "Call an ambulance!" Harry was using all of his strength, holding up Zayn's lifeless body. Liam soon came through the window and gasped at the sight. He ran and pulled the rope off his boyfriend and Harry put Zayn on the bed.

Harry could tell he was breathing but Liam was screaming and crying, holding Zayn in his arms. Harry started to hyperventilate at the thought of what drove Zayn to do this.

Harry soon heard the sirens, he got up to unlock the door for them. They came in with a stretcher and two medical bags. It all seemed to go in slow motion at the woman with short blonde hair struggled to remove Liam and the woman with black hair examined Zayn. Harry walked up to Liam and pulled him into his arms as he watched the girls carry Zayn out of the room.

"He's okay," Harry rubbed circles into Liam's back, "Just breathe."

They stood in silence as Liam sobbed into Harry's shoulder. Harry shivered as memories of his father came flooding back. He remembers that day all to well. He was coming home from school when he saw his dad being carried out of a stretcher, only he wasn't breathing. Harry felt a warm tear run down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away.

"Hey, lets go to the hospital. Zayn will want you there when he wakes up," Harry whispered, pulling away from Liam.

"Y-yeah okay," Liam choked out after he finally composed himself.

They locked the house and drove to the hospital. Harry kept thinking of his dad and he wanted to scream but he willed himself not to. All the anger was brought up again and he honestly didn't know how to deal with it. He clenched his fists around the steering wheel as Liam held his face in his hands, whispering something to himself.

Harry felt extremely guilty. Zayn poured out his heart to him and he did nothing. He brushed it off like it was just a drunken ramble. He felt like he could never forgive himself. He finally let the tears fall from his eyes, letting out a shaky breath as they pulled up to the hospital.

Harry said a silent prayer to himself, asking for Zayn to be okay. If Zayn died, that would be the second death that Harry could have prevented.

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ARE YOU CRYING? caus i am. that was intense

anyways, hey, how are you?
im great, exams are almost over yas

so yeah idk if this was bad but WE ARE ALMOST AT 10k AND THAT IS CRAZY

anyways
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