Imaginary (Niam, Ziall, Ziam, Larry fanfic)

Part 27

Liam

Liam woke up the next morning to the sound of knocking on glass and his boyfriends crawling over him. He stretched out his limbs and cracked his eyes open to see what all the fuss was about. Niall was opening the window and a familiar figure was crawling through it into his room. They were briefly chatting amongst themselves and exchanging hugs till Liam interrupted.

"Louis, what are you doing here?" Liam said sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Wow I don't even get a hello? Hmph." He crossed his arms and dramatically turned his back on Liam.

Liam looked to the clock on his nightstand that read a little past seven a.m. and he mentally groaned. "Hello Louis, why have you graced us with your presence so early this morning." Niall and Zayn started cracking up at the exchange. Louis rolled his eyes at them then flipped Liam off. He strutted over to Liam's bed and jumped belly first on it. He put his feet in the air crossed them and then he propped his head up by his hand under his chin.

"Well for your information, I've come to ask for a favor since I helped you find Zayn." He said batting his lashes at Liam.

"Alright mate, what do you need?" Liam was a little worried of what was going to be asked of him, but he knew it was only fair since Louis did help him the other day.

"I want to write a letter to Harry." Louis said quietly in a more serious tone. He changed his face to match and Liam knew he was dead serious.

"Wait the hell how do you remember Harry? You should have lost your memory when you died." Niall said from across the room.

"At first I did, but a few years after, when Liam and Ed were friends I came here one day to find you Niall. Since our boys knew each other I thought we could start becoming friends. When I got here you had gone out with Liam and Ed and I was about to leave but I heard Harry in the room next door and I don't know why but I felt the urge to go over there. When I went into his room there were pictures of just me and him and I in frames around his room. I was very intrigued so for months I kept coming back and trying to piece my past back together. I went through his stuff while he was out and found old notes we wrote to each other. One day when I came by his room he was there lying on his bed looking up at the ceiling. I don't know really why I did it but I flew over his body and knelt down and pecked his lips. All my memoires came rushing back to me and from then on I remembered everything. Harry must have felt my kiss because I watched him place his fingers on his lips and look around the room. After that day I never went back to his room. Since I knew everything it no longer felt right. I need to write him a letter though. I need to explain why I did it. I want to give him peace."

"I'm not dead, but don't you guys have rules about people knowing you guys exist? Wouldn't leaving a letter for Harry get you in trouble?" Liam knew he was always too focused on following the rules but with stuff like this there was too much at stake. This was between an eternal life as a demon or an angel in heaven or hell. This wasn't just about pointless human laws.

Zayn budded into the conversation. "He's already kissed the guy and nothing happened so I'm sure there's no harm in leaving a letter."

"Wait why do you need my help with this?"

"Because I need you to tell me about Harry and how he's been and what he's done ever since I've died. I want him to know in my letter that I'm watching over him. Oh and no matter how sad it is you have to tell me everything."