*60 years later*
Dear Isabella,
I couldn’t think of a more appropriate way to talk to you than this. It’s been over sixty years and I still think of these two weeks we spent together. You see, after you died, I went back to the lads and I kept telling them stories about you (like you told me to) and they were all so eager to know more about you. You would’ve gotten along very well with Niall.
After a few years, as pre-seen we announced our breakup, people were devastated especially our fans. Each one of us carried on with our lives, Harry didn’t become a solo artist (to everyone’s shock), nobody saw it coming when he proposed to his girlfriend and she said yes. As for Niall, he travelled the world as the crazy mofo he is, climbing Mount Everest, surfing in Australia and he even went to the extent to riding a bull in Spain where he almost got killed and decided that he had had enough. Unfortunately, Zayn and Louis’ whereabouts remained mysterious a few years afterwards; media assumed that they’ve had enough with the fame that they needed some rest which I totally agreed with. They never told any of us where they were, a few years later, we found out that Louis was in fact in Switzerland in a resort there along with Eleanor, as for Zayn, he went all the way to South Africa to start a new life there. Weird, I know
That brings us to me, well I got married to a nice woman I met a few months after “One Direction” in a pub in Italy, she was actually Australian but she was so adventurous, lively, extrovert and somehow the opposite of me. As cheesy as it is, we completed each other. We soon got married and we had four children, the eldest Naya, and then came the twins, Jason and Benedict and the last (who’s my favourite), Isabella. Yup, you heard me right. Young Isabella usually found comfort in listening to stories about our adventures; she was the most patient one because God knows I got super excited when I talked about my stay at your town. Her eyes would always gleam in delight or maybe even pride that you and she share the same name. I tried raising my children properly; I tried teaching them everything you’ve taught me. I hope I did well since all of them now are married with children and you should see my lovely grandchildren now.
Undoubtedly, I started doing charity work. Visiting children, singing to them and seeing the same smile that was on your face the day I first sang to you. I even learnt how to play the guitar; most of my income of One Direction went to charities and people who are truly in need. I hope I have made you proud, Isabella. I was trying to repay you, I hope I did.
During my latest concerts, I couldn’t help but look for your face in the crowd. Everywhere I looked, you were there, happily smiling and singing along. I hope I made you proud, Izzy. I really do.
Thank you Isabella, for everything. For being my friend, for teaching me what it feels like to lack something but still be happy and enthusiastic but more precisely for making me feel human again. Thank You. I’m eighty years old now and I know that my time has come, I’m coming to see you.
Yours sincerely,
Liam.
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A/N: Read Author's Note in the next chapter, lots of things shall be explained :)
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Isabella (Liam Payne)
FanfictionHe has had enough with the fame. Always being under the spotlight, being judged whereas all he wants to do is to be himself. He hates trying to make everyone happy, including his own girlfriend, when all he wants to do is to be himself. She's onl...
