A/N hope you like it guys
Louis' POV
It's nearly 2 years since he passed. 2 fucking life. And no one seems to care. Harry didn't take his 2 week holiday in February for their birthday. He stayed fighting. Yes he's in the army but it was their birthday, and he never came. Neither did Edward. I was standing at the concrete by myself. No one cares. Leeroy didn't even come. God has he changed. Brown hair. Tattoos. Ciggarettes. That's how he got rid of his 'pain'. But he didn't come. I sat there talking to myself. It felt like someone was there, but they weren't.
It's the 11th of September. I spend most of my time at the park. It's where I feel at home. I haven't seen the girls in months either. I'm not allowed in the foster home as apparently it upsets them even more. I'm their older brother I should be allowed to see my 4 little sisters. What pisses me off even more is Eleanor didn't get charged or anything. She's ran away. Good. I never want to see her pathetic face again. I want to see Marcels. That won't happen though. It's impossible. I have one picture of us two together. I have it everywhere. Just so I see him. That's all I need. That's all I will ever need. To see his short, wet curly hair. His cute glasses that always seem to slip of his nose. His cute little smile with his dimples.
I still have his glasses actually. They lie next to my bed. It was my fault. I know it was. I hate saying it, but its true. If I didn't let him go. I should have kept him. He shouldn't have left. He should be with me living at my house and going to the local university. Studying whatever. He could have done whatever. He had so much to give. Not anymore. And its my fault.
The creaking sounds shakes me to reality. I look to the side hoping he's there. But it can't happen. Strangely no ones there, it moves by itself. That's a bit strange as theres no wind. God what the fuck is happening. It keeps swinging, creeping me out so I get up and run home. I'm not sure why I ran, I just need to feel alone. Even if I am it just doesn't feel like it.
I slam the door shut and sigh. Closing my eyes as I slide to the floor. I sit there thinking of nothing, my phone suddenly playing How To Save A Life. I quickly answer it shaking as I don't see caller ID. Please dont be Steven. I told him I quit I can't keep doing it.
"H... Hi" I stutter my voice going as shaky as my hand.
"Louis, hi. Just wanted to say I'm coming home. I'm about to catch the plane." Harry says. When he finishes I hang up. He hasn't talked to me since last year. He can't come. He didn't care then so why should he care now? Exactly he shouldn't.
He tries to call again multiple times, I just ignore them, hearing the painful voice mails he leaves. He might care. A little. But I couldn't forgive home. Never.
A/N sorry its short. Hope you like. I will be continuing because I think it should have a proper ending. Please vote, comment or just wait for the next chapter.
