Letters to Harry // L.S

22

Louis stood at his late husband's grave. He stared down at it as tears threatened to spill. He squatted down to place the white carnations carefully on top of Harry's grave.

He sat down slowly, trying to make sure he didn't get his skinny jeans wet from the morning dew.

He played with the grass in front of him. He wiped the tears off his cheeks before he began speaking. "Hi Harry. How are you? Are you feeling well? I know you can't answer that but I like to think you're well...I bought your favorite candle. Vanilla, isn't it? Of course it is, you couldn't live without having at least two lighting up the room."

Louis looked at the time on his watch. "I think I should get going. I'll come back soon. You'll always be in my heart, no matter how long it takes for me to see you again."

Louis stood up and brushed off his jeans. He leaned down and kissed the top of Harry's grave, whispering quietly, "Love always, Louis styles"

Before walking away he pulled a note out of his pocket, placing it softly next to the flower.