Buy Me Purple Flowers First | L.S [REWRITING]

Epilogue

5 years later September 2020

To Liam, 

It's taken me almost 6 years to write this. Why you did what you did I will never understand. We traveled the world together, fed off one another, cried on one another. Since you left things haven't felt the same, I still get up, get dressed and go about my day like I would when you were here, but now it feels like I'm living through a facade. 

It's weird being famous and you not being here to protect me, though in some ways I protected myself more than you ever did. You just were a dictator in the end, weren't you? 

Everyone told me not to write to you, that it will only fuel your fight to get me back; teasing you they say. Well, this isn't for you anymore, this is for me. I need you to know these things, and what I was thinking when you did them. For my own sake.

I'm tired of living a lie, I still think about you constantly. I wish I could heal quicker but in all honesty, I don't think I will ever heal. I blame you for this, you forcefully made a bond that's purpose is to connect two. I know you still think about me too, whether as a friend or a lover, I'm essentially the reason you're locked up, confined to a cement room.   

When you left I hated that it felt like I lost a piece of myself, especially when that piece had been my worst enemy. When that piece was frothing at the mouth like an animal when they were taken down the hallway. You left marks on those walls that still remain there, but you also left scars on me that haven't disappeared. I resent you for that, but I also thank you for teaching me the importance of love, and what it truly is.

Harry and I got married in July, I think that's why I wanted to write to you, I have a barricade of reassurance that he loves me. He told me that at the alter, holding my hand, the hand you almost broke the day you left. He told me he loves me through health and through sickness. 

I referred back to the scar you left on my neck, well in all honesty, for the most part, it's gone. Replaced with one Harry made, but this time I asked him and he asked me. 

It didn't hurt you know, after all this time I thought that I would have to experience that pain again if I ever wanted to mate with someone if anyone would love me enough for that. But it didn't, you should be glad. 

I included a photo of our special day, I hope it didn't get crumpled in the post. 

I don't care if this is inappropriate, you were my best friend for years. Even though I know what you did and I have to deal with that, I want to speak to the Liam I knew and loved when I was 16, when we were just idiots writing songs and doing shit that didn't matter. 

Your sentence ends next year, I'll be turning 30. Isn't that crazy? We're almost adults, well some could argue that we already were. 

I don't want to see you again Liam, I want to remember you as someone in my past. I'm making a new future now, one where traveling is reserved for holidays, and music is written when I want to. 

Harry and I moved to his hometown, I wish I could trust you enough to tell you where but I'm not naive enough for that anymore. He's an uncle now, and watching him play with the kids and seeing him interact with them makes me happy. 

I won't write to you again so don't reply, see this as a conclusion to a messy book, one that has bumps and turns, ups and downs, tears and smiles. I'm ready for a new one because the pages are stained with you and I'm ready to move on. 

Thanks for being the antagonist to my book Liam. 

From, Louis. 

"Louis!" Harry calls from the kitchen. 

The omega puts down the pen and tucks the letter into the envelope, sliding the photograph of him and Harry at their wedding. It was only a few months ago, yet the day feels like it was yesterday. 

"Coming!" He replies closing the lid of the envelope and licking the adhesive glue to activate it.

He exits his office and pads down the grey carpeted stairs, spotting Harry in the living room. His feet are propped up on the couch and he flicks through the channels. 

"Do you want to watch a movie?" He asks not removing his gaze from the TV. 

Louis smiles and waits for Harry to look at him. Once his silence is acknowledged he turns to face the omega standing behind the couch. 

Harry observes the smile that is present on his face. Louis is merely appreciating Harry. Stepping back from their reality they take for granted for every day, he notices where they came from. The people they used to be, the persons they are now. He looks at the ring hugging Harry's finger, it's simply on the finger supporting the remote, an everyday task. 

"What?" Harry chuckles a little confused at the silence. 

Louis just grins. 

"I love you," He smiles walking over to him. 

Harry chuckles and makes room for Louis' body to sit in front of him, as confused as Harry is, he doesn't seem to mind the sudden urge for affection Louis is displaying. He tucks his nose into the crook of Louis' neck, scenting him as normal. 

As Harry pulls away from the close contact he admires the new beautiful scar that looks like blossomed purple flowers beneath the membrane. It almost completely hides the work of Liams, this seeming much more fitting for them both. 

Harry relaxes against Louis.

"I love you too,"

A/N As you know (hopefully) this book is being rewritten back to its core of what I wanted the book to be. Same plot, but there will be parts that get removed or added. E.G more time between Harry and Louis to really make their story. As to be fair they weren't together much toward the end anyway.

So doing this I want your absolute most critical feedback. If you thought the story was mid, please tell me why so I can fix it to it's best ability. And if you loved it... tell me more of what you loved so I can incorporate it more. I'm really open-minded and take all feedback (though respectful) sincerely.

I love community-based stories, where everyone gets input on what they would like to see in a fanfic that they don't normally see. Thank you!!!

-wealds of gold