I'll Come Back// l.s

~Epilouge~

"So where'd you guys go?" Darcy, my daughter, asked me. At this moment I was telling her the story of Harry and I and the difficult times together. She leaned over the hospital bed rail where I currently lay. I was diagnosed with bloody cancer. Hazz says i'll beat it's ass but.. that's not going to happen.

"Well hmm let me try and remember" I teased her as I put a finger to my chin and 'tried' to remember where we drove off to. Just about when Darcy was getting antsy, Harry and William, our son, walked into the dull room. Cheeks red from the cold outdoors.

"Hey cutie" he walked over to me, giving me a lingering kiss on the lips. After all these years, a kiss from him still makes me blush. "What are you two talking about" Harry asked.

"Dads telling me the story but he won't tell me where you guys moved to after the police found you. Will you tell me, Pop? Dads being a meanie" Darcy said in the sweetest voice ever. Trying to sound like a little girl. The thought of her toddling around the house while Harry changed after her brought a big smile to my old wrinkled face.

Harry let out a sigh, remembering the story by heart as well. "Well we came her of course Darc" he smiled when he saw the wide eyed expression she held. "My mum told me California was a great place where the cops couldn't find us. It was also a great place to raise to children." His smiled grew wider around his crinkled dimples.

His gaze fell on mine, his hand caressing my cheek. I let a little yawn escape and Will and Darc were fast to stand up. "You seem tired Dad. Me and Darcy will be back tomorrow to let the kids visit the grandparents?" William asked.

I nodded. "That'd be great." I weakly stated. "Love you guys" they said their goodbyes to both their fathers before walking out to the hospital hallways.

Harry soon snuck into my tiny hospital bed, letting my head rest onto his chest. The sound soothed me so. Thoughts of me dying were running through both of our minds. Lifting my head up slowly to look at my lovers eyes, I spoke the words that needed to be spoken. "I'm dying tonight Hazz" I said weakly. He nodded and smiled a teary smile. "Will you follow me? Soon please? I can't live without you."

Harry chuckled. "Of course I'd follow you. There's not doubt about that, Babycakes" I smiled before setting my head back on his chest. Our hands molding to each other. He was like a puzzle piece. He was missing on piece and that was me. When we were together we connected. Forever. "I love you Louis. So much. I came back for you. And I'll come back again. It's not that hard. Without you I'd be nothing. I promise. I'll Come Back"

Those were the last words I ever heard my Lover, my Partner in Crime, my Spouse, my Harry say to me. Our hands still holding each other's, I peacefully fell into the hole of death. My last hope was that I'd see my Harry soon.

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Daily News:

"Last night, December 14th of 2043, Louis William Tomlinson-Styles died of Cancer and Old Age. Beside him lay his husband, Harry Edward Tomlinson-Styles who died of overdose. Harry and Louis leave behind two children, William Edward Tomlinson-Styles,42, and Darcy Marie Tomlinson-Styles,32. It was rumored that Mr. Harry Tomlinson-Styles died because he could not live without his dear love of his life, Louis Tomlinson-Styles. In the year of 2013 a criminal named Harry Styles flew Cheshire, UK with his boyfriend at the time. From DNA samples, it concludes that Mr. Styles is Mr. Tomlinson-Styles and the boyfriend at the time is also Mr. Louis Tomlinson-Styles. The passing of these two lovers explains a huge deal of love in today's society. Love is not just a word. Love is a commitment. It doesn't matter the age sex, or race of the person you fall in love with. Love is love and should be held carefully in lovers hands.

Harry and Louis went through a hard time together. Harry was brought to jail for two years for abusing is boyfriend Louis Tomlinson. After two years louis still took back Harry, making sure to get Harry to AA classes every week. This shows us how much they loved each other. A quote from Mr. Louis Tomlinson-Styles himself has made itself in today's article, indicating, "Even if the love of your life is a criminal you will love them. If you don't love them, then they aren't the love of your life". Take the death of these two lovers as a guide for yourself." Darcy read the article out loud at the funeral.

We saw her place the two articles on our caskets, smoothing them into our hands. We watched as our bodies lowered into the ground. I turned to Harry. We were dead, yes. But we both still had hearts.

"You came back for me"

"Always"