*Imagines*

The Goodbye Message - Louis ♥

Estes Imagines dos meninos não foram escritos por mim, mas eu apaixonei-me de tal maneira que tive de os partilhar com outras pessoas. Repito, não foram escritos por mim. Boa leitura. 

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You were cleaning your house, busying your mind from the loneliness you have been feeling. You were tired, wanted to sleep, sleep in his arms, but that couldn’t happen, so you resorted to cleaning and organizing the smallest details. You were in the living room, re-fluffing the pillows on the window bench for what seemed the hundredth time. They never looked right. Nothing did. Everything was dull, nothing had color. You were done pretending you were fine. You were tired of smiling so people wouldn’t worry. A sudden surge of anger and frustration built through your body, and before you knew it, you swept the bench of the perfectly organized pillows. You threw them off the bench; swept them off clean, sending them everywhere, some hitting the glass vase on the coffee table. You convulsed on the floor, sobbing, wondering why you couldn’t do anything right, why you were stuck in a place you didn’t want to be, when you heard a knock at the front door. You didn’t care. You were tired of answering the door. You just sat on the floor, and cried, ignoring the person at the door. Soon you heard Zayn’s voice. “[Y/N]? Are you okay?” you turned around to see Zayn slowly approaching you. You nodded, and tried to smile, but more sobs escaped your lips. He crouched beside you, and helped you up. “I’m sorry for the mess….” You said, trying to calm your irregular breathing pattern. He looked at you with a sympathetic smile and hugged you. “[Y/N], you don’t need to be sorry… I know things have been—“ His voice stopped and you pulled back from the hug, questioningly looking at him. He was staring at the bench. “You found it…” he said under his breath. “Found what?” you ask, looking at the bench, wiping your tears. He sighed, and pulled out his wallet. He handed you a key with a small tag that had “[Y/N] ♥” written in a familiar script. You shakily looked back up at Zayn, and he gave a small nod. “He told me the day you found it would be the day you were ready.” He said as he let out another long sigh. “What does this open?” you ask confused. Zayn walked over to the wall bench, and crouched down. You crouched down next to him and then you realized that the bench was a small cabinet storage place. There was a small key hole in the right corner where the wall and the built in bench merged. “[Y/N], I’ll be back in four or five hours. He wanted you to open it in private… all of the things in there are from him, delivered from me…” Zayn said, as he stood up and walked over to the door, and left you staring at the bench. You closed your eyes, slid the key into the keyhole and slowly turned the key, unlocking the lid. You placed the key next to you on the floor, and lifted the wooden lid, leaning it towards the window, letting it rest on the window and its hinges. You were surprised to see a small laptop and charger sitting in the middle of the empty space. You pulled it out slowly, not really knowing how to react. You closed the lid, and placed the laptop on the bench. You slowly opened the laptop, hoping that there would be an explanation to this secret compartment. There was a piece of paper laid on top of the keyboard. “Turn me on, [Y/N] ahahahahaha I’m funny…” It read. Tears started strolling down your cheek as you pressed the power button on. Soon the computer was on, and the welcome screen needed a password. The hint was: the place where we met. You typed in the simple word, and the welcome screen faded, as the desktop appeared. The background was the most recent you both took when you guys were at Niall’s house party. You choked on tears, trying to be strong, trying to hold them in. There were no apps, no icons on the desktop, so you went through the computer files. There was nothing, until you went through a folder labeled: [Y/N]. You clicked on the folder, and there was an endless amount of pictures and documents. You clicked on the oldest document, and it read: “I have met the one. OFFICIALLY. She is the one. She makes my heart race, my eyes light up, and my day better. At first I didn’t know if we were something real, but after today… after today, I am convinced we will be forever. She makes my heart melt with every word she says. I honestly do not know what I would do without her. She is…. She is just perfect. Every piece of her, every little ounce of her, I love.” You wiped your tears, trying to stop the already forming tears from falling, but they wouldn’t stop. You jumped letter to letter, “She is so ideal. Sometimes at night I wake up and look at her. I wonder if one day I’ll just wake up and realize that I dreamt all of her perfection, that I have been dreaming her, that she isn’t real. I am so worried that one day she’ll walk away, that she’ll leave me. But every time I think like that, she tells me not to worry… God…. I just love her so much. I can’t even explain…” Letter after letter, you felt your heart shred into smaller and smaller pieces. You couldn’t help but to miss him. You couldn’t help but to want him next to you, want his warmth… just want him whole. “I miss her dearly. I miss her more than I would miss anything. I can’t wait to see her. I only have 6 months left. 6 months left! How am I supposed to wait 6 months to see her? I only see her in pixels now. Computer pixels that don’t do her perfection any justice. I can’t imagine what she feels…” your heart dropped as you realized what you’re feeling now is what he was feeling, but you couldn’t even see him. You didn’t even realize you were hiccupping from all the tears, but you continued to the very last letter. “[Y/N], I know you will someday find this, this memorial of our love. I know you don’t like to cry, or to be sad, and I’m sorry if I have made you do so, but this is just my perspective of you. This is everything I have ever felt about you. This is all of my love put in documents that I have recorded. You may have not noticed, but I cannot live a day without you, and that is why I am convinced that I will go before you do, because I could not live a second without you. You are my love, and I am yours. Yes, this situation hasn’t been the best, but I know that things will get better because you are here with me. You are the love of my life. You make me smile, laugh, love, enjoy, and live life to the fullest. I am so grateful to you, for making my life such a fun place to be. I know that I don’t have that much time, and that you hurt every time you see me hurting, but I promise you that things get a little worse before they get better. Trust me, whenever I have to leave this place, you will always be on my mind. I know you tell me not to think about the negatives, but I don’t have much time left, and I want to spend every second of it with you, or talking about you. You have made me better. You have made me who I am now. Thanks to you, I can wake up in the morning smiling, I can come home smiling, and I can go to bed smiling. Thanks to you, my life has been altered for the best. Vitoria, I love you to the ends of the earth times infinity. I love you more than I can even explain. Just never forget me okay? I just can’t bear to see you so sad, so whenever this happens, remember that we lived life well, and that you and I are like the Bonnie and Clyde’s of time. We fell in love, stole each other’s hearts, and are on the run from time. But when time does catch up with me, remember that we had the best time of our lives, running with each other. I really love you, [Y/N], I truly do. Love times Infinity, your Boobear.” The document was unfinished.