Fast forward three years. Harry has been studying at Harvard and majoring in music, keeping Louis' dream alive. He was so advanced in his class that he's graduated college early. A year later, he got a record deal and is trying to record his first cover song to go on his first album.
Harry's POV:
I was so spacey today at the studio. "Harry, are you okay?" My manager asked through his mic. "Yeah, yeah I guess. It's just that today.." My voice trailed. Today's June 9th. The day after graduation of my senior year, the day of the morning when Louis...died. "It's been four years today." I started to cry. My manager raised an eyebrow, "What's today?" I looked up at him through the glass window. "My boyfriend's been dead. Four years ago today," I said. He nodded his head and opened up the door to the recording room. "Maybe you need a break," He whispered. "Go home, get some rest. Relax. Come back tomorrow. And I'm sorry to hear that, kid. My condolences." I walked passed him and muttered a "Yeah, yeah. Thanks."
At home I rushed up into my bedroom. Pulling out a box from my closet, I slammed it down on my bed. Shuffling through it I found Louis' old beanie. He told me I could keep it and for whatever reason that I missed him, I should just wear it. I pulled it over my curls and looked into the mirror. "Perfect fit..." I said. This was Louis' favorite beanie. He would kill anybody that even looked at it. I felt pretty special when he said I could have it. The air felt heavy. A chill ran up my spine. It felt as if someone was in here with me. I knew who it was; I knew exactly who it was. "Louis, I miss you." I said. "I'm sorry I left your side to get a drink of water. I regret that. I love you." Another chill ran up my spine. I took a piece of paper and a pen. Scribbling down something, I slipped it into my jean's pocket.
The next day at the recording studio.
"Hey, Bill." I said to my manager. "Alright, are you feeling better?" He asked. I nodded, "I guess. I can do a cover now." I smiled. "Good!" He returned my smile. "What song?" I spoke into the mic of the recording room, "Mirrors by Justin Timberlake." The music began. As did I. "Aren't you somethin' to admire, cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror. And I can't help but notice you reflect in this heart of mine. If you ever feel alone and the glare makes me hard to find, just know that I'm always parallel on the other side." I sang my heart out. My voice was steady and deep. "I don't wanna lose you now. I'm lookin' right at the other half of me. The vacancy that sat in my heart is a space that now you hold. Show me how to fight for now and I'll tell you baby, it was easy comin' back here to you once I figured it out. You were right here all along. It's like you're my mirror. My mirror starin' back at me." My voice cracked at that last part. Louis was like my mirror. And without my reflection, I don't know who I am anymore. I don't understand love anymore."Bill I have to go," I said, rushing out.
Finally at home, I flew into the bathroom. The one line played in my head on repeat. I don't wanna lose you now. I'm lookin' right at the other half of me. The vacancy that sat in my heart is a space that now you hold. I took one look into the mirror and whispered, "Louis I love you." Opening up one bottle of pills, I poured it out in my hand and swallowed them all. My vision started to become distorted. Another bottle was downed in one gulp. And another. Soon my breathing began to slow. I felt light headed and collapsed on the bathroom floor. My breathing slowed....slowed..finally my breathing stopped. The note fell from my pocket. It reads Louis I love you. I'll be there soon. -Haz.xx
