Finally, the reveal... (Also sorry, I was going to update earlier but I got sick please comment, vote, and share)
Louis' POV
Looking down at my lap, a gasp escaped my lips as tears flooded my eyes. It was a scrapbook. But not just any scrapbook. The cover of the book held a single picture, a picture of me and Zachary the day we met. We had hugged each other before we parted. A tear left my eye as I gently ran my fingers over the photograph, almost as though I was afraid it would disappear if I was too rough with it. Dead silence filled the room.
Inside the scrapbook on every page, were pictures of Zach and I. The photos varied from sleepovers to pictures from school to birthday parties. On the very last page, was a letter taped down onto the page. With shaky fingers, I opened the letter and read the note which was a addressed to me in neat yet somehow still shaky handwriting.
Dear Louis,
By the time you read this, I will most likely be dead already. But I don't want you to grieve over me. In fact, I want you to celebrate my life instead of mourn my death. The doctors and nurses are desperately trying to save me, but I already know that it's my time to go. I feel it everyday, the weakening of my muscles and bones, everyday I can feel my breaths get shallower and my eyes start to feel heavier and heavier. But know that not only am I going to be in a better place, but I will also always be with you, and know that I will be at peace when I die. I can feel that this will probably be my last day, maybe even my last hour of life, so before I move on, I want to tell you how much you mean to me and how much I love you. From the moment we met, I could tell that we had something special. I immediately felt a brotherly bond towards you, and I felt the need to protect you from any and all harm that life throws at you. And the pride I felt for you when you got through on the X Factor and even put in a band is indescribable. Even though I've had my ups and downs, you were always the light of my world, everytime you were around, my mood was always lifted. I love you Louis and wish you all the luck in life. This may have sounded really cheesy or cliché, but I meant every word.
Love,
Za-
By now, tears were streaming endlessly down my cheeks. Wordlessly, I lifted my head to look at the boys. They were looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something.
"Where did you guys get this stuff?" I croaked.
"We had called your mum about a month back and asked her to send these things, then we worked on it all night on those days where, after a concert, you would go straight to your bunk." Harry mumbled. The tears started up again.
"Thank you!" I sobbed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." I whispered over and over again into Harry's shoulder as he embraced me.
--1 month later--
It's officially been a month since I received that scrapbook and I've been doing a lot better. Even though I still get upset from time to time, it's almost as if a burden has been lifted from my shoulders. All I have to do when I'm upset is look up at the night sky and see the brightest star. I have no doubt in my mind that that star is Zachary. Unfortunately though, the past month I have been getting sick non-stop. Upset stomachs, headaches, and muscle pains are only a portion of the symptoms I've had. But I'm finally healing and have only grown closer to the boys, Harry specifically. I owe him so much.
Currently though, I was sitting next to Harry on the couch while we watched the tv. Without thinking, I snuggled up to him and buried my face in his stomach. As I started dozing off, I let a smile appear on my face as Harry ran his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp.
"Goodnight Lou." He whispered. I hummed in response and let go of consciousness.
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I know it's a bit shorter then the others and I'm sorry but I'm not feeling that good. :(
But that's the end of the prompt! :)
