Memories {lirry} (boyxboy)✔

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A year had gone by.

We were still going strong.

He was still smoking.

I was a music teacher.

He still worked at the tattoo shop.

He met my parents and my sister on Christmas.

They loved him.

I met his parents and his sisters on New Year's Eve.

He told me they had loved me.

I believed him.

We went on several dates.

We ended up living together.

We were living in my flat.

That became our flat.

We almost did everything together.

We were so in love.

We never changed.

He still had that damn cigarette between his lips.

Louis and Niall started dating.

Let's just say it was Liam and I's fault.

I went to work.

Taught children how to play music.

He went to work.

Created art on people's body.

I came home to him.

He came home to me.

I cooked.

He went to the balcony to smoke.

I watched.

After eating, we would clean.

He'd go for a smoke, once again.

Then joined me in bed.

A few months later we both got matching tattoos.

He made them.

With a cigarette placed inbetween his lips.

I had a lock with a L.

He had a key with an H.

We were madly in love.

Everyone could see it.

Two years later.

Here I stand.

On my knees.

With my diary in hand.

In front of his tombstone.

Praying to god.

To keep him safe till I get the chance to see him again.