Never Forget You {l.s. AU}

12.

( Another chapter!)

Louis*

The war had left European countries crippled and near barren.

There was nothing left for us to do there, nothing at all. We passes five years in Wales, lived as contry farmers, acquired land from a dead farmer who took us in.

We worked there and soon we were earning money from whatever we produced, we grew potatoes and rice and on the far off edge we grew cotton.

We gave it all up for a few thousands and four tickets of a ship going to the America's. Wr immediately gave it up for the betterment of our future.

I was 23 when I moved to Washington DC in America, the United States, the Land of the free.

There again I joined the army, I didn't allow my brothers to.

Niall was a salesperson at an electronic store.

Zayn was a barber, a famous one at that.

Liam was a trainer at a uptown gym.

We all lived in a residential complex in the poorer part of town, amongst prostitutes on corners and druggies and drunken men in the alleyways.

But we made it through.

Liam professed his love to Zayn, it was long due, and so we went out to a restaurant in uptown and made it through the week with a week budget.

And then when I turned 25, I was called on the Korean front to fight, I survived with three bullet holes on the right side of my chest, and many medals to hide it.

Soon, I was let go and war ended.

My heart remained empty, while Zayn and Liam got engaged.

Homosexuality was still prohibited, it was a sin.

We stopped going to Sunday churches when they preached about sins and niggers.

Our neighbours were black and I did not want to hate.

I learnt at first hand experience, war is a product of hate and if that weren't enough, I had thw blood if innocwnt men in my hands, I was no less a sinner than Liam and Zayn and every homosexual person out there.

People of colour were just as much people as the men I ended up murdering and watched get murdered, they were just as much person as I was, their colour was beautiful and sun-kissed rather than as pale as I were.

That said aside, it were perhaps when I was 36 when Niall had a date with woman he met at the store that he owned now. She was a beautiful blonde with brown hazel eyes and a petite figure.

However, Niall and said girl refused to go out alone and thus dragged me and the woman's brother to the date, it was just for security they said.

I drove us to the apartment the woman stayed in and Niall walked to greet his lady. I sat as a driver.

It was evening and the horizon looked beautiful. Darker as it got the three of them walked out and I stayed looking away, I had still not come around to find my love, I knew I was in love with someone who might not even remember me anymore.

The man had short brown hair that was unkempt and messy, and he was very much taller than me, he was slightly tanned, not as much as me, and he held no ink on his skin, ink that didn't belong there, like me he had tattoos no numerals however. He had green eyes and a little stubble, and his ears were really small.

He gaped at me as he got in the car and it looked like he was fishmouthing, wanting to say but nothing to say.

Thankfully getting us out of this awkwardness, Niall and the woman whose name was Gemma, I learnt later got in.

I drove us to the beach and parted ways with the dating couple as I and the lad sat down with a beer in hand, watching the horizon that changed colours and the silence was comfortable, the waves and seagulls made noise.

And then he said, "You don't recognize me?"

The words felt heavy in the air.