Never Forget You {l.s. AU}

11.

(After almost four months, I am back. I am sorry for keeping all of you waiting! No more, no more, I am back. Many time skips in this one. Its going too fast on this one.)

Louis*

It had been a tough week of training, with a tired body and even tired heart and soul. Knowing that I had no chances of ever seeing Harry again, I laboured away without food or water and my heart wore out when I saw Liam, Niall and Zayn too had been put to their duty as miserable soldiers, like worthless dolls we worked.

However, within a month's time we found ourselves watching all our men dying around me, a bullet, some combat, immoral mortals killing each other.

I too found myself doing that. I found my brothers doing that.

I found, each breathe passed with worry that it might be somebody's last, that somebdy could be my brother's. And so I cherished each breath, each moment.

On the unfortunate night of July we found ourselves ambushed, completely surrounded and cornered. We were twenty-twenty five, they were hundreds.

It seemed like the last moment of my life and so I pulled my brothers closer to me, I prayed, Liam prayed, Niall prayed and Zayn prayed and supoosedly our prayers went unanswered as instead of crossfire they captured us, we were war prisoners.

In the vans we were ushered and by the next evening we reached quarters, it wasn't a refugee camp and not soldier camps either, they were at the holocaust.

Louis had heard about this, most older men of theirs had, but not his brothers and that brought tears to his eyes as he thought about the torturous and painful death they awaited.

He dared not tell them what to expect.

It had been two weeks since they were sat in chambers. Each day felt like their last. Each moment felt worst and Louis fidgeted knowing their fates were the worst nightmares of any soldier.

On the fourth night of the third week, there erupted chaos outside and Louis closed his eyes, fell to his knees and apologized to Harry, "I am sorry. My sweet, sweet angel. I am so sorry. I am a liar and the worst person to break your heart. Forgive me."

Every soul in the chamber scrambled and prayed louder than ever, prayed on their knees, everybody broke out in tears.

This was it, this was how they are to perish, they decided.

But instead, the doors opened and light burst into the room. The shadow that opened it seemed like a skinny man in uniform. He screamed, "Run lads, run. You have been saved! The war is ending, you are free to run. Airforce attacked this camp, all their men have died. Run for your lives fools. Run away!"

We did, all of us did.

Outside I found trucks and ran to an empty one, it was smaller than usual. My brothers scrambled in and that moment I knew, we were no longer just numbers on a uniform, we were people, people whose lives mattered and I was not going to let anyone of these get hurt and as soon as we crossed out of the German border onto the French and soon onto English land, we broke into hysterics, it was a mixed sentiment. We cried as we laughed, tears dripping and mouths wide. We hugged each other tight, tighter than ever before and cherished in our presence.

I would find love again, and a billion times only in the form of a boy, a little boy in a woman's attire.

We lived that day.

I lived that day.