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Liam sat at his daughter's grave. He came every year. He has made the 2 hour trip back to Doncaster for 4 years now.

Flashing lights in my mind: That was when Harry had finally called the cops and an ambulance center to take her away.
Going back to the time: Louis had insisted on keeping a journal of her everyday life, they read it every January 12th.
Playing games on the street: Liam would sit with her on their steps and cheer on Louis and Zayn while they played football on the street.
Kicking balls with my feet: Louis and Liam would play monkey in the middle to get her to crawl and walk.

"Liam, mate, we should go back. Louis is in the car already."
Harry made Liam get up. Zayn drove them to Harry and Niall's flat. When they arrived, Louis got out of the car and got into the passenger's side of Liam's Corsa. Liam followed suit.
"Liam, text us when you get home, will you?" Zayn yelled out before getting into his Bentley.
Louis was playing with the radio and stopped at Ed Sheeran's Photograph.
We keep this love in a photograph, we made these memories for ourselves, where our eyes are never closing, our hearts are never broken, and times forever frozen still.
Liam held Louis' hand and began to drive back to Wolverhampton.
And if you hurt me, that's okay. Baby, only words bleed inside the pages. You just hold me and I won't ever let you go. Wait for me to come home.

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