A/N: Major Character Death

Two weeks. They only had to weeks before they would be hung. They had their last meal planned and everything. It was merely just counting down the days and hours until then. They had also written the five people they wanted to witness their death.

Harry did not mind death; he wasn't afraid of it. Louis still had that natural fear of mortality. Harry had reassured Louis about their deaths, telling him that the world just did not understand them and was punishing them for simply being human.

It was their turn to go outside, and Louis was curled up into Harry's lap. He buried his face into Harry's neck, occasionally nipping at the skin. Harry gently squeezed his thigh in return and Louis smiled.

A few of the other inmates would glance at them but would never dare to do anything, not after the first time. Harry nearly killed someone when they tried to touch Louis, and they had all learnt their lesson.

They didn't mind that people were staying away from them, they preferred for no one to know about their business.

Harry smiled as he pulled Louis closer. The sun shone down on them while they muttered words to each other. It was hotter than usual, and their jumpsuits were very constricting in this weather. Louis had the top of his jumpsuit open showing a small part of his chest. Louis gently twirled his finger around Harry's long curls, slightly bored with sitting in the sun for an hour.

"I am going to get some water, do you want any?"

"Sure. Don't be long I want you back in five minutes."

"I will. See you in a bit Haz."

Harry nodded before Louis kissed him quick on the lips. Louis swivelled out of Harry's lap and grinned as he skipped over to a door leading inside the prison. Harry smirked while he watched Louis sway his hips.

"Where are you going?" a guard asked as Louis stopped at the door.

"I am getting a drink?" Louis pouted.

"Use the water fountain."

"I want a cup for Harry and I, can I get it please?" Louis asked with wide eyes and a large smile.

The guard sighed. "Okay. Be quick."

"Thank you," he grinned before hurrying inside.

The dining room was nearby, and he quickly grabbed them two cups of water. He gasped when he felt a person press up against his back. The two cups of water slipped out of his hands, and he yelped as they dropped on the floor and splattered all over his suit.

"Hey there sweet cheeks," someone muttered. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here by yourself."

The warm breath on his skin made him shiver as the person placed a hand on his waist. Inside he wanted to bash the man's head against the wall, but he kept himself contained.

"If there is one thing you should know about me, it's that you should never call me little," he growled then stomped down on the man's foot before elbowing him in the side of his head after he turned around. The man grunted as he clutched his head.

"You shouldn't have done that."

Louis groaned when he got pushed up against the wall, an arm being pressed against his throat and a knee in between his leg. His eyes flickered up to look at the man, and his face scrunched up in disgust. The man had many scars over his face, sharp green eyes and light stubble on his face. He had never seen the man before so he must have been new.

"I don't know if you know this, but I have a husband, and if he sees you, he may kill you," Louis said with a smirk on his face.

"I'm not afraid of your 'husband'" he mumbled.

"You should be."

"Well he's not here right now is he."

"Oh he will be and when he is, he will-"

Louis smiled when the pressure was relieved off of his body. The man had his back pressed hard against the wall, and Harry was looming over him with a murderous look in his eye. Louis pushed his body off of the wall and decided to carry on getting a drink for the two of them.

"Who said you could touch my husband?! You creep," he growled just as Louis was starting on his second cup.

"I didn't-" Harry cut him off by punching him in the throat then gripping onto his neck tightly. The man coughed and spluttered as he tried to breathe. "I thought people knew not to touch my husband otherwise there would be consequences."

"I'm s-sorry," he choked.

"Haz, guard is coming," he whispered as he took a sip of his drink.

"Next time you won't be so lucky," Harry muttered, stepping away and letting him breathe.

Harry walked over to Louis instead, pressing a long kiss to his lips. Louis grinned up at him before they turned to leave the room.

"What's going on in here?" a guard said.

"Nothing officer, I was just getting a drink," Louis smiled innocently, interlinking Harry's hand with his.

The guard looked at them warily before letting them go.

Their seats were still empty by the time they got outside, and they immediately took their seats back. Louis slid back into Harry's lap, placing one of the cups on the table. He smiled while he took a sip of his water before slowly tipping the cup against Harry's lips. Both their smirks widened when they saw the man that tried to attack Louis look away in embarrassment. Harry placed a protective love bite onto his neck, Louis giggling at the feeling.

It was the day for them to be hung. A pitiful day. Neither of them cared anymore about their death, but they didn't want to leave each other. They would be hung together in front of their mums, Zayn, Liam and Niall.

Louis lay on Harry's chest, sleeping peacefully as Harry wrapped an arm around his waist. They were woken up early in the morning, and Louis groaned while he pushed himself up off his body.

"Hi Haz, guess it's our last morning together," Louis sighed.

"We have eight hours, we can make it a great day," Harry smirked.

Louis groaned when Harry kissed him, giggling as he pushed away. "Ewww, your breath."

Harry just laughed before rolling them over. "I don't care," he whispered, kissing him again on the lips.

"I love you Haz," he grinned, and Harry smirked.

"And I love you too."

"Looks like we get to have a royal day, breakfast and lunch."

"And maybe some TV if they let us," Louis whispered.

"That is true. First, we need a shower."

"That would be nice."

They shared a shower after breakfast that mainly was them kissing roughly for five minutes before they changed back into their jumpsuits.

They were allowed the TV for two hours and then wrote letters to some of their family, only the ones they wanted to spite. Louis tried not to let their deaths haunt him but every so often he would remember and break out into tears. Harry only kissed him for long enough so he would forget about it afterwards. They had an hour outside just before lunch.

They had their last meal together which was, and Harry had joked that it was not as good as how Louis made it.

They were escorted back to their cell which now had a guard standing outside the door. Louis lay back against Harry's chest, just talking to each other to not remind themselves of the future events.

It was only until they heard two great knocks on the door, Louis became afraid.

"Come on, you're coming with us," a guard said as the door was unlocked and held open wide.

Louis shakily climbed off of Harry who immediately grabbed onto his hand afterwards.

"It's okay Lou," Harry muttered.

Louis nodded before letting himself be cuffed by the guards. They were both escorted down the long corridors with officers looking at them in sympathy as they were taken to some rooms. Louis became frantic once Harry was taken to a different room and he silently cried to himself. He was pushed down into a chair, and his cuffs were taken off of him. He stared down at his lap while tears streamed down his face. After a minute, the woman he recognised as Cara, walked in with a clipboard and took one look at the crying man. She sighed before approaching him.

"Hello Sir-" Louis smiled at the term, why address him with such a formal tone when he felt lower than everyone in the room. "-I need to take your weight."

Louis slowly got up from his chair. He pulled the cuffs of his jumpsuit down nervously as he walked to the scales in the corner of them room. His sniffling was the only thing that could be heard in the room while his weight was taken.

"160, okay." Louis hesitantly stepped off of the scales before taking his seat again. "You understand what will be happening to you today yes?" Louis nodded."You can have five minutes to yourself."

"I want to see Harry," he muttered.

"We can't-"

"I want to see Harry! Please...Just for five minutes," Louis sighed as he stared at his lap.

Miss Delevingne looked at another guard before sighing. "Alright, come with us."

A smile appeared on his face when he looked at her with hopeful eyes. "Thank you."

Only a minute later, Louis was sitting in Harry's lap. His face was buried into the crevice of Harry's neck, and he had a broad smile on his face.

"Tell me that this will all be okay Haz."

Harry pressed a kiss onto Louis' forehead. "It will all be fine; we haven't done anything wrong, Lou."

"You're right; we haven't. Thank you, I love you."

They spent the next two minutes kissing each other slowly and gently. Harry had his hands tightly wrapped around his waist while Louis held his face in both of his hands.

"I love you Haz," he whispered.

"I love you too."

It was now their time to go. Their hands were cuffed again, and a black hood was put over both their heads before they were lead to a place. Louis shakily walked to where they were being taken; he couldn't see anything, and he hated it. There were small beads of sweat dropping from his face, and he felt like it was becoming warmer.

It seemed like they were walking forever but eventually, they got to the room. The steps leading up to the noose felt like it was happening in slow motion. Louis could hear the pounding of his own heart and the heavy breathing that seemed to be increasing every few seconds.

They had two separate boxes to stand on and Louis stepped on the slightly shorter one. The guard behind him stepped away while another stepped forward to put the noose around his neck. He looked around with wide eyes, glancing over at Harry to see him looking straight forward.

He gasped quietly as the rope was tightened around his throat.

This was it.

He took in one last deep breath before turning to look at Harry, who was looking at him as well this time. They seemed to share a conversation through their eyes, something only they could understand as 'I love you.'

Only a few seconds later, the boxes were kicked from underneath their feet, and he couldn't breathe anymore. He tried to scoop in any last bits of air that he could, but it was no use.

Louis choked as the noose began to tighten around his throat. His heart, once quickly beating, was now slowing in tempo. It wasn't long before his pupils dilated and his head fell forward against the thick rope, now it was truly over.

Their bodies lay there, gently swing against the rope. The witnesses simply stared for a little bit longer before they were escorted out of the room.

Of course, who said this was going to be a story with a happy ending. Maybe they'll be remembered in history as people who caused evil or were spawns of the Devil, but others may recognise that they were young fools in love. 

A/N: Yikes.

Thanks for reading y'all.

I'll be posting the alternative ending to this later okay?

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