Wait For Me To Come Home (Nouis)

Four

LOUIS TOMLINSON

SEPTEMBER 13, 2010

I had boughten a bunch of Niall's favorite flowers and had a bouquet for his grave because it's his birthday. It's his 17th, so I had 17 flowers.

I brought the boys because they said they wanted to meet him. "Okay," I whispered parking the car in front of the graveyard. "Lou?" Zayn asked unsure but I just motioned them to follow me.

ZAYN MALIK

SEPTEMBER 13, 2010

Louis led us through the graveyard and I was getting kinda creeped out and clung to Harry's arm. He had recently gotten his cast off and was safe to walk again.

Louis stopped in front of a newer stone, and dropped to his knees placing the flowers on the ground in front of the stone. "Hey Niall," he whispered staring at the stone.

It had a small framed picture beside it. The picture was of Louis and a boy which we are guessing is Niall. It was a collage. There were four pictures in all. One of Niall and Louis kissing with smiles and eyes closed, then one of them smiling at the camera, Louis' arms wrapped around Niall's waist. The third one was of just Niall smiling widely. Then the fourth was just words that read:

When I'm away
I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost
Back on sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."

It was in neat cursive. We stared shocked at Louis who talked to the headstone like it was real. "These are my friends, that's Zayn, Harry, and Liam. You would love them," Louis smiled sadly at the stone and reached out and stroked the it.

"I hope you know I still love you, I know you're there and you're safe. You won't get sick, you won't get hurt. Where you have angels and God to protect you. I wish you were here with me Niall. I just wanted to visit you, I mean, it's your birthday, I would never miss it," Louis said letting some tears fall down his face.

"Why am I crying? You've been gone for months now, almost a year. You would think I would be over it by now, but I'm not. I'm just not used to not having you by my side. Well, happy birthday Niall, I love you," Louis said kissing his three fingers and placing it on top of the headstone.

"Wait For Me To Come Home," he whispered staring at the pictures in the frame. He then got up and looked at us. "Well, now you know why I'm broken. My boyfriend died, I'll just live on with my depressing life," Louis said through tears and we walked back to the car.

"I'll drive Louis," I offered but he shook his head. "No, I want to," he whispered. "Louis you're crying. Your vision is blurry," I protested. "I said no Liam! Just stop! You don't even have your damn drivers license!" Louis screamed at me getting into the car and slamming the door.

We were shocked by his sudden outburst and we slowly got in. The ride was silent except for Louis' sniffles.

We have to fix him, but we already know, he's beyond the point of being repaired.