I feel like Liam wasn’t ready to go, but he also couldn’t take it anymore.
The drugs were meant to turn everything off and to stop feeling the pain he was feeling, but not to end it.
He was interacting with fans hours prior.
He kept coming down to the lobby, like he needed help, but they kept putting him back in his room.
He sat in the lobby, on his laptop, and they took him back to his room, WITH the balcony.
He was hurting. He felt broken.
Nobody saved him and that’s a tragedy.
He had more to do. A son to raise. A life to turn around.
Don’t be a bully. Don’t drag people down because they are famous and their faults are smeared across the internet. He was a PERSON. A mostly decent human being. He had faults, just like you and me, but they were constantly rubbed in his face.
He deserved better.
He deserved help.
He deserved to go out at an old age feeling loved and appreciated and secure, surrounded by family and friends.
Nobody deserves to go out like he did, feeling alone and hated.
He was so so loved by so so many.
The few that made him feel otherwise are part of the problem.
Bear, sweetie, I am so sorry you lost your daddy. I’m sorry the world was such a cruel place for him. I’m sorry we weren’t able to save him like he saved us. I pray that your aunts and uncles raise you well. I pray Louis tells you the best stories about your daddy, Zayn talks to you about how much your daddy took care of everyone, Niall gives you the best cuddles and comforts you, and Harry shows you all the things your daddy taught him and they all love you like their own.
