Forever and Always.

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Louis' P.O.V

My thoughts seem jumbled since that kiss. It was amazing and exhilarating and brilliant, everything I've ever asked for. I've fancied Harry for a long time now, but I could never find the right words to say before tonight. Makes me wanna wish I had done it sooner.

Since then I had put my shirt back on and was sitting on the bench, patiently waiting for his to return.

Suddenly, I hear a piercing noise cut through the air as a sting of horror goes through me.

A gun. I immediately think.

Before I know it, my feet are carrying me towards the woods where my friend had just entered two minutes ago.

"HARRY!" I yell, terrified.

When I'm at the edge of the forest a murmur comes from my right, "Boobear..." says a shaky voice.

My eyes shoot in the direction of the noise and I run towards it. "HARRY!" I shout again.

My pupils are flicking around everywhere, but I see nothing. Suddenly, a lump in the ground moves slightly. A body.

"Oh, God." I mutter.

Running towards him, I drop to my knees and cradle him in my arms.

"Harry," I whisper, my vision blurred with tears.

I stroke his curls, supporting his head.

"L-Lou-" he sputters, but I put a finger to his lips.

"Shh..." I whisper. "Don't speak."

He moans, "But Louis-"

My eyes bare a million tears as I blink, "Quiet. Please." I beg him.

He smiles weakly, "Don't worry, Louis. I'll be okay."

I shake my head, "What happened?" I whisper.

He takes his hand away from his stomach and I suck in a breath, "Harry. You're shot."

He laughs, "No kidding- Urrr-" pain shoots to his stomach again and he rolls onto his side, facing me.

"Louis," he says, "No matter what happens, I'm going to be with you, okay?"

I sniff, "Don't speak like that, Harold."

He laughs, a tried, worn out laugh, "You know how I hate it when you call me that."

"Im calling the Ambulance, Harry. You need to get to a hospital." I say through tears, fumbling the phone from my pocket.

After a convocation that lasted what felt like an eternity, I snapped the phone closed and let out a sigh of relief.

"They're coming soon. Don't worry, just hold on." I say reassuringly.

"Louis-" he squeezes out.

The tears are forever going, "Please, don't speak. You need to keep your energy."

He shakes his head, "I wanted to give you something."

I smile through the tears, "Harry, you didn't have to-"

He takes a box that was beside him (and I neglected to notice) and hands it to me, "Happy birthday, Louis."

My heart sinks, "Harry. Don't-"

He pushes the box to my chest, insisting I take it.

I give in and open the box.

"Oh, god. Harry-" I can't finish my sentence. In the box lie my favorite sandwiches: Prawn with prawn crisps.

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