You always said that when you would have a funeral, you'd want a party and everyone celebrating you being freed from this cruel world.
You told me funerals wouldn't be this depressing.
And now here I am, about to go up on to the altar, where we should've been standing together, the priest pronouncing us husbands.
But this time: I'll be going up, telling everyone how death FUCKING SUCKS.
I'll be up there, talking about a fucking truck and a fucking car hit you, killing you.
I'll have to go up there and talk about you dying.
And I'm about to leave, because I don't want to go through that. I don't even want to do this. I just want to jump out my window. I just want to join you.
Join you in heaven, but that's unlikely. Because you're a good person.
I mean you were a good person.
But I'm sure in heaven, you're an even better angel.
And I'll be in hell, being punished for what I did.
I love you.
Forever.
And always.
~ Niall James Horan.
September 16th.
You died on my birthday.
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50 Days // Narry AU
FanfictionFifty days of traveling and fifty days of Harry writing in the small journal. 'I think I have found him, without physically finding him. I know I have, because I find these little things. Things only he would do, and...
