Banned (A Louis Tomlinson AU love story)

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Louis William Tomlinson died on May 3rd, 2013 at 10:51. He died in my arms, on the sidewalk. By the time police and ambulance got to the school, there was nothing they could do.

"Ma'am, you need to let us take him," this man in a uniform said. He and some other people in uniforms had a gurney and body bag.

"You're not putting him in that," I told them.

"Ma'am."

"No! He is a person, not some pet that you stuff in a shoebox! You aren't putting him in that!!"

They walked away, trying to find out a way to get me to move. Little did they know I wouldn't move. I was not going to let them treat him less than the amazing person he is...was.

A police officer walked over to me. I didn't look at him. I kept softly stroking Louis' hair, looking at his handsome face. The officer said things, I didn't really pay attention. He said something about taking Louis to the hospital, and I could ride with him. I nodded slightly.

An hour later, Jay walked down to the morgue. I looked at her, and as soon as I did I started crying again. She hugged me tightly, comforting me. This was so wrong. I should be comforting her. I should be holding her.

"I I'm so sorry," I cried into her shoulder. "I'm so sorry Jay."

After a few minutes, I let her go. She needed to go into the ME's office. I told her I would go upstairs and get the girls. She had them waiting in the waiting room.

Lottie and Fizzy were holding Daisy and Phoebe. They all had been crying. They were in so much pain. 

This was all my fault. If I had just asked him to stay with me, he and I would be in the hotel room I knew he had booked for us. I would be kissing the love of my life and he would be kissing me back.

Lottie looked up at me. Again, I broke down and started sobbing. She put Daisy on the seat beside of her before she walked over to me.

"Lottie I.." I began.

"Shh.." she whispered before hugging me.

Louis' funeral was on May 6th. There were more people there than there should've been. There should've only been his family and me. Not our classmates that always judged him.

Jay wanted me to write a eulogy. I didn't know I could do it. But I did, after only a few hours.

I stood at a podium in front of one hundred and seventy-two people. Only five of them deserved to hear this. Only five of them deserved to pay their respect to Louis.