The Wedding Menders |l.t au|

2. Three Years As Promised

Important note in the end. Please read.

Louis William Tomlinson

"It's been a pleasure working for you. One of the best experience I could ask for." I shook my hand, one last time with the Director.

"It's been a pleasure to have you here, Mr.Tomlinson." He told me.

Three years flew by before I could even realise it. Looking back on the days that I made this decision, I clearly made the right decision. I was proud of myself and the work I have done in the last three years. Yes, there were days that I messed up and got drunk to forget about all that happened in my life, I'm not very happy about that as well.

I opened the large envelope Dr. Clark handed me on the last day. Certificates of our researches, papers of some of the findings and letters, official letters that were used during the years. I put them all back in to the envelope and leaned back on my chair and closed my eyes.

In a few days time, I'm leaving this place for home. I've grown stronger but I wasn't sure of how long I would be once I see her. I am excited to go back because I miss my mother and my family and last but not the least, I had to keep the promise I made to Harry.

I would go back when he decides to move on.

I could never think of being away for his big day. It would be good to be around him and see him go crazy before the big day. He is my brother and best friend and this is the least I could do for him.

I forced my eyes open when I heard someone knock on my door. "Come in." I answer as I sat up straight on my chair. The door opened and I saw Peter standing in my room.

"Just came in to see if you were alright." he looks at me. "You seem to be too silent." he says.

"I'm taking everything in, balancing them in my mind." I say and he walked further into the room and sat down on the bed. "You've balanced enough for three years Louis. You will not explode or breakdown when you go back. You've gone past that stage." I laugh.

"I'm not kidding Louis. You were a wreck when you came here, this place was an asylum for you to cure you." he tells me.

Peter Henderson, my flat buddy is one blessing in this land. I was put up in an accommodation for a while before I found myself a place. While doing a little grocery shopping, I found him putting up a notice on the notice board of the supermarket. I liked him from the minute I met him and I found a place to stay.

I had found some local pubs while I was at the accommodation , I would get drunk and sleep off somewhere in the pub's rooms or struggle my way back to the accommodation. Peter however decided to look out for me and like an angel, a detective, he would find me and bring me back to the apartment to sober me up.

I felt I could trust him after a few months of staying with him. He would ask me what was wrong and why I was so interested in getting drunk, I never told him until one evening. Along with my confused life, I learnt that Peter had lost the girl he was going to propose to in a ferry accident. He told me that it took him years to get over it. Balancing me out was easy as eating a munchkin from Dunkin' Donuts.

"I'm just doubting myself." I sigh.

"And it's completely normal to feel that because you're going back after while. You have the strength Louis." I nod.

"Okay, my other purpose of coming in here is to know that you are still coming down to club tonight." I nod my head again. "I promise to not get too wasted." I promise him.

"Alright then. I'll see you later." he said and got up from my bed and left the room.

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We walked and joined the line of people who were waiting to go inside. Peter, Jade, Micheal, Jamie, Clair and I stood patiently. The queue wasn't very big since we came here a bit early and not at the peak hour.