He was 20 years old. "Louis I miss you" Harry spoke quietly to the grave stone. There were no other people at the graveyard. "I miss your smile who could light up the whole world. I miss your eyes who used to shine so bright. . I miss the crinckles by your eyes when you laugh. I miss you constant cuddling me. I miss the first time you kissed me on that couch watching that stupid tv-show. I miss drawing lines on paper. I miss playing with blue and red cars. I miss our mothers being best friends. I miss seeing you and your messy hair in the morning. I miss you wearing my jumpers that were way to big for you. I miss you drinking a cup of tea to wake up. I miss your humor. I miss your happiness. I miss writing happy things in my 'Diary'. I miss the time when drawings were good. I miss the time a razor was just to shave yourself. I miss those times and most of all I miss you. I fucking miss you Louis you don't know. You were my soulmate. You still are though. Not seeing you making jokes all day breaks me inside. I miss you alot. I can't wait for the day I see you" Harry spoke. He waited for long in a long quiet silence. "You know Louis. Everyone says that dying is like going asleep. But I think for some people dying means waking up from their sleep. And self harm is like a screaming kid at the side of your bed, trying to wake you up. It's a side effect of dying. It's a side effect of waking up"
That day Harry wrote in his 'Diary'. Jist one little sentence that made sense.
'I think he woke up from his bad dream now. Shine bright my little angel'
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'Diary'
FanfictionThat night he wrote in his 'Diary'. He wrote it black on white cause he never wanted to forget this feeling. A warm feeling of love in his stomach. The feeling of that. "I love Louis" /// one shot
