ONE DIRECTION AND I

The final goodbye

“LOUIS!” I screamed, as he entered the house, he was holding someone's hand, he led a girl inside, she was gorgeous.

“Lou? Who's that?” I nodded my head at her, and Louis dropped her hand and grabbed me,

“We need to talk.” He said, and I sighed. “Skylar, I love you a lot, but you see while I was away I did a lot of thinking, and I really don't think we should see each other anymore.”

“You're right.” I said, voice cracking. “I love you Lou, but if I'm not making you happy then I hope she does she seems nice.” I smiled, and headed upstairs as the tears started falling.
I felt a hand touch my shoulder and I turned to see Liam's concerned face, I started sobbing and fell into his chest.

2 YEARS LATER

I stood at the alter, in a gorgeous white dress, I took a final glance at the brides maid. I smiled at Danielle, Chloe, Lily, Hannah, Perrie and Eleanor. I glanced at the groomsmen too, Liam, Josh, Harry, Louis, Zayn and Greg.

I then glanced up at Niall, his irishness was bursting off in glows, I smiled at him, as we stood on the alter reciting our vows, and he slid on my ring and I slid on his, it was a simple wedding, we were in the church court yard in Ireland, and I smiled at my to be husband as the tears started welling up in his eyes and I kissed him. I looked over and heard the shouts of delight and people hooting.

I heard Clary and Tess screaming, and jumping up and down. I smiled, and I guess it showed.

We broke and started laughing. I looked over to see Louis and Hannah holding hands, Dani and Liam were smiling, Harry and El (A strange couple because both love Louis) Josh and Chloe, and Lily was hugging Joey, while Greg went to go find his wife.

I was married. I'm married.

That was over 60 years ago.

As I lie on my deathbed, all those memories flash back to me, the days where they died, when my own son died, everything. But in the end I lived a good life, and I was very happy. I had five wonderful children, Clarissa, Tess, Rory Arthur, Mathew Kieron, and Amelia Karen.

I remember the day they all got married, my grandchildren, I remember the other boys' weddings, the day Niall died, the day Lou died, the day Haz died, the day Zayn died, the day Liam did.

The horribleness of the funeral, the tears everyone crying, I cried harder than most, as their mothers had already past, my family in tears, the emptiness.

And now its my turn, I'm already seeing them waving and shouting, I'm following this light, I see Kieron, and I hear my children crying mum wake up, I hear my grandchildren and my son and daughter in laws.

And as I write and open my eyes for the last time, I say goodbye.

“ I love you, goodbye” I whipsered, and I heard that monitor.

I'm dead.

“Welcome!” I glanced up, and saw my boys all smiley, and in their teenage years, I look at my self, and I'm 16 years old again.

This is my end.

Yours

Skylar