Harry's POV:
I walked out the door and strolled aimlessly down the street. I turned in the direction of the cemetery. I walked past rows and rows of unknown
people or family friends until I reached a big stone with a cross on it. I kneeled down and layed down the flowers, rested my head against the
gravestone, and prayed. After a minute or two I sat down by the gravestone, but not on the ground with the body under it, and started singing
quietly. It was a song Louis and I had made up together. Halfway through the chorus I started crying. "I miss you, Lou. I wish you didn't die. It was a
terrible death, wasn't it? I mean, you didn't have to do it, but you did. There's why I fell in love with you. You just do the craziest things and I would
give anything for you to come back. To see little Jessica, she's a little angel. And, Elizabeth's other child, too. Thomas. He's just started crawling
today. I wish you were here to see it, Lou. I have to get going, they're going to close soon. Oh, and happy birthday, Lou," I said and got up. I read the
tombstone one more time before I left.
[tombstone reading
Louis William Tomlinson 1991- 2016
Cause of death: jumping infront of husband to save him from getting shot.]
Authors Note:
You guys probably hate me for this. Sorry, I was listening to sad music and it just kinda happened.
