23rd July 2035
"So, this is the end, eh?", The interviewer asked the 5 men who were a famous boyband once.
"Yes, this is.", said the brown-eyed man with brown hair which matched his eye colour. He smiled, his eyes gleaming.
"Any last message to your fans?", asked the 40 year old interviewer.
"Ofcourse, we have.", Niall, the blonde hair man with light blue eyes smiled and gave a look to the other men, his bandmates.
"Hi! We're one direction", They all said in unison, changing their tones to the ones they had when they were teenagers. Salty tears of joy were strolling down their cheeks.
"Be nice to nice", smiled Harry, the one with wavy long hair. His dimpled smile was an adorable sight to watch in an emotional moment.
"Remember, life is like a roller-coaster. It may have its ups and downs. But you should never give up. Hope is always there for those who seek it.", Zayn, the tanned boy with raven-black hair spoke with a determined look. Always the philospher.
Niall giggled. "Philospher", he coughed and began, "Just be who you're. Don't lose your originality."
Louis winked at Harry making the latter blush furiously. "Have fun! Ain't got no philosphy to share, mate.", he chuckled.
All laughed.
"You all are beautiful, never forget that", Liam smiled.
"Thanks for watching the show, fellas. Hope the boys can live in peace now."? The interviewer let out a santa laugh and with that, the interview ended.
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The interview was pretty emotional for the lads, now grown-up men. It was hard for them, they were not accustommed to the silence which was now surrounding them. Their senses were used to the stardom, Their eyes were used to the crying yet excited faces with pens and diaries, their ears were used to the shouts and screams, their lips were used to the consoling words and thankyou's. They felt somewhat weird, standing there with their individual cars in the parking lot. No reporters chasing after them, no tourbuses, no bromances, nothing. Just them with their families.
"I gues its the final bye?", Louis sighed, pushing the dirt with his feet.
"No, no. We will keep meeting on our marriages and other events.", Liam chuckled, trying to lighten the sad atmosphere.
"Yeeah", Zayn nodded.
"Umm.. guys, I need to make an announcement", Harry said and scratched the back of his neck, clearly showing the signs of nervousness.
Harry put his hand in the pocket of his tight jeans, arching a little while doing so. Finally, he pulled out a small antique box.
"H-Harry, whats that?, Louis asked as Harry knelt down on his knee and looked into his blue crystal-clear eyes.
He spoke, "Louis William Tomlinson, will you do the honour of being my lifepartner", he smiled, showing off his dimpled cheeks. His eyes gleamed with hope and excitement.
Louis looked at everyone but Harry. He was on the verge of tears, he was so happy but...
"Harry as much as I would love to spend my lifetime with you but my crippled self will be nothing but a burden on you. I've still not recovered from my accident. I don't know when my leg will be fully cured and I want the best for you. My wrinkled face will look ugly when I'll be beside you, I don't want that. People will judge us, our relationship. I don't want you to suffer along with me."
