FLATLINE
One minute, jagged green spikes. Regular, consistent beeping.
Cheerful curls and a vibrant personality that shone out of his very eyes, and when he smiled the rest of the world ceased to exist. No fame, no money, no hectic life - just that crazy, beautiful smile.
Whenever Louis lay in bed sleeplessly and closed his eyes, he saw that smile. Those curls. Those eyes. He saw that beautiful boy that never failed to amaze him, make his life so much more interesting. Although Louis saw them everyday, those eyes always pierced right into his soul.
He had wondered before, late at night when everything was dramatic, what he would do if he lost that smile, those eyes, those endearing curls. But only for a second, because that was back when fame was new and exciting and they were on top of the world.
Little did he know that, bit by bit, those eyes would soon lose their fire.
That smile would soon lose its joy.
And those curls would eventually fall from their owner, and never be seen again.
But what little life he had lived so far was full to the brim, and that eased Louis' heart a little as he watched Harry's shallow breath.
One minute, deadened jade was lit by the tiniest spark.
The next, it was gone, leaving behind an empty shell. Lifeless eyes. The ghost of a once-blinding smile.
Flatline.