Little talks [narry] |editing|

Epilogue

3rd person

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Niall Horan. He was young lad filled with much joy, he will be forever missed. At this time we will ask all members of the family and friends to speak about Niall."

Niall's mum went up first. "Niall was my baby. He, he would always brighten up my day with his wide smiles and big blue eyes. Such innocence and purity, he never deserved what he got. And I hope he's happy up there in heaven. Smiling down on us with that wide smile and those big, blue eyes." She opened her mouth to say more but a strangled gasp escaped her mouth as she tried not to cry. She was just so empty and she knew her baby's death was her fault. She had filled his mind with false alarms.

Next up was Niall's father. "Niall was my football buddie. We'd sit down on the chair after a long day and I would sip my beer and him his soda and we'd watch the football game. Every single game for years. You know someday your child is going to grow apart from you, leave and find there own place. But you always expect to keep contact with them and always talk still. But no parent prepares to lose their child. And that void of emptiness and longing for our son will be with us forever." Bobby had the same emptiness as Maura, but in a fatherly way. Because Niall was his perfect son, despite his illness.

Greg finished the Horan family words, "I think we can all agree that Niall was happiest when he had his guitar and was singing. That was him. That was apart of him and nothing could change that. Niall was an angel here on Earth and now he has finally returned home. He will be missed, but we know he's there with his guitar, playing and singing, smiling wide with those big, blue eyes."

Harry then went up, he was a complete wreck. Freshly, red puffy eyes. "Most of you don't know me. Probably, mostly as his Snauffleapgus. But I was hIs boyfriend." He looked so distressed and pained. It was really hard to see. "Niall was perfect, he was everything, handsome, smart, charming, humourous. He was everything I've ever wanted and was everything I've always needed. He was my sunshine, my light and my hope and it's been so bad not having him here. I miss his contagious laugh and the squeals he makes when he tries to deny his laughs. He was my everything and I don't know what to do without him here. He's perfection." He cried. "He will be forever in our hearts and dearly missed. He was so young and had so much life ahead of him, we'll miss him." He sighed and walked off. "And I'll miss our little talks."

His casket was brought out of the church and everyone sang.

Who can say where the road goes

Where the day flows, only time

And who can say if your love grows

As your heart chose, only time

Who can say why your heart sighs

As your love flies, only time

And who can say why your heart cries

When your love lies, only time

Who can say when the roads meet

That love might be in your heart

And who can say when the day sleeps

If the night keeps all your heart

Night keeps all your heart

Who can say if your love grows

As your heart chose

Only time

And who can say where the road goes

Where the day flows, only time

Who knows? Only time

He was slowly brought down into the hole in the Earth.

There was no dry eye there.

Each person threw in their pile of dirt.

Saying goodbye to a person who will be nearly missed.

Niall Horan.

Loved by all.

Will be missed.

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Le Fin