A/N: Hey sorry we haven't updated! This chapter isn't long, but I'm happy with it and its a tear jerker, so prepare tissues. <3 Love you!
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Louis POV
Harry. There he was, standing, smiling, just being genuinely perfect. He was smiling, I realized, at me. And then he was walking towards me. Before I knew it, he was pulling me into a sweet kiss. But then I realized what was going on. We were in Times Square-was it really New Years already?-and we were on the big screen... in front of the whole world. Cameras flashed, but I didn't care. I looked over to the side of me and there was Vanessa, clearly outraged. But I didn't care. I looked around to see the other boys, clapping and smiling. We no longer had to hide. But I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was Harry, and here he was, all mine.
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And then all of the sudden we were transported ahead in time, lips still locked. I broke off the kiss and looked up to see a beautiful house, appearing to be on the outskirts of London. We were standing in the kitchen, and I could see through the window above the sink that there was a small fenced in yard. There were three kids running around inside the yard, two girls, one appearing to be about four, the other about tthree, and one little boy, who appeared to be about two. They saw me looking, and came running inside the house
"Daddy!" They screamed in unisin, and came running to give me a hug. "We've missed you!" I looked up at Harry, and he gave me a big smile and a slight nod. "How did your thearapy go? Are you feeling better? Never leave us for that long ever again." I was dumbstruck. I looked at Harry again, and he was still smiling at his children-I guess my children- and looked me in the eyes, smiling brighter.
"Why don't we go outside, Darcy, Henry, and Elouise. Daddy should rest, he's finally able to sleep in his own bed after 6 months!" Harry said, and gave me a knowing look, guiding our children outside, who left with a tight squeeze to my leg, and a kiss on my hand. I looked around, on the walls were all these photos of Harry and I on our wedding day, and the boys with our children. All of the photos had corny little captions that obviously Harry wrote and hung up, and I smiled, because I knew that was the way he would always be.
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I was flashed backwards in time to that first day that Harry and I met, on X Factor, when we were put together as a band.
And then XF week one.
Through all the weeks on X Factor I was taken... Just seeing Harry and I be happy together. And I smiled to myself, this is what was meant to happen.
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And then forward in time, I watched Harry standing with our three children, looking to be of ages 10, 9, and 8. I couldn't see what they were doing, but when I got a closer look, I could tell that they were crying, all three of them. Even closer, I could see they were at the foot of a grave-my grave.
"Da-Da, he promised to never leave for that long again... why did he lie, da-da? Why did daddy lie? Does he not love us?"
"Elouise, daddy loved us very much..." Harry trailed off.
"Louis Tomlinson 1991-2026, loved by millions, except by himself"
Harry POV
"...And, Lou, I really need you to know that you're going to get better. I love you, Lou Lou. I know you don't love me, and that's totally fine, listen I get it, I wouldn't love me either. But at least know that I won't ever stop loving you, because there's nobody else for me. I get that you can't here me right now, and maybe that's the reason I'm confessing this all to you... maybe its more of a confession to myself than to you. But I love you. Please get better soon. Seeing you love someone else is definitely a lot better than seeing you here, nearly dead, not moving, not waking, in a dream-state all day..." I choked up. Poor Louis, he never did anything to deserve this. I hope whatever land he's in right now, they're treating him well.
