A one shot where Harry dies and sees Louis at his grave.
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Dying was easy. It was, simply, the act of letting go. I developed a kind of brain cancer in my second year of high school, but it was nearly too late to get treatment. I wish we would've found out sooner, because then I might've had a chance.
The couple things I do remember in the last few weeks was the fighting. Mom and Dad fought about whether to keep me at the hospital or take me home. The doctors recommended taking me home that way if I died, which they were sure I would, I would die somewhere familiar. Dad agreed and wanted to bring me home, but Mom mad a fuss. She always had hope that I would make it or that some miracle from heaven would take the cancer right out of me. She finally gave in.
The last day was the hardest. That last week was mostly me sleeping. The doctors had already told my parents to plan funeral things, because I wouldn't make it much longer. Gemma, my older sister, came in from college to be with us.
I can still remember the last few moments of my life. I was lying in bed with my eyes closed, trying to focus on my breathing. It had been a bad day and I didn't have enough energy to open my eyes at all, so I just laid there. It was one of the those days I wish I would just stop breathing. They didn't come often, but when they came the feelings were hard to resist.
Gemma's voice washed over me as she spoke, "Harry, I know...this is hard on you, I know that, but I need you to do something for me. Please, can you just let go? I know it sounds harsh, but please just let go and pass. Mom and Dad are having a hard time as it is and I'm sure you're tired of hearing people say 'just fight'. Heaven will gain a beautiful angel when you die, Harry, and I love you so much." I could feel the strain in her voice. I knew she was right. I wanted to do so. I wanted to die. I remember gathering all my energy to squeeze her hand. "I love you so much, Harry, and no matter what I'll always be your big sister. Goodbye, Hazza." If I thought hard enough I could almost feel her lips stop against my forehead as she bid me her last goodbye.
And then, I slipped away.
I watch as they lower my body into the shallow hole they had dug for my casket. A majority of my family and friends came out for the ceremony. My sister stood out among the wave of black clothing in her orange blouse and black jeans. Orange was always my favorite color.
I waited until the hole was filled and everyone had left for their cars before moving. I move towards the freshly covered ground and feel shivers run up my spine. My body was right below my feet. The same body that I had hated for years and the one that I had come to love after therapy. The body I had scarred and the body that had been kissed. It all laid right beneath my feet.
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It had been nearly a year since I had been buried. It was one hell of year, but it seemed to go by faster than when I was alive. My sister came to visit monthly, whereas Mom and Dad rarely visited. I tried not taking offense to it, but it had stung.
One of my favorite past times was watching the living connect with the dead. I can still remember be dragged to Grandma and Grandpa's graves when I was little, but now looking at it, I felt differently.
I sit on a bench and watch as a young girl talks to her father's tombstone. The girl had no clue that her deceased father was standing behind her, watching and trying not to cry. He was a nice guy. He told me stories about her from when she was little.
I hear a noise from behind me and turn, shocked when I see someone I knew; someone my age.
A funeral party had started to gather and I'm shocked as I recognize some of the people. My eyes glance around, trying to find the deceased and stop in my tracks as I see Liam Payne, aka my former friend.
