Finally Complete (Sequel to Heartbreak)//L.P.

Say Goodbye to the Past

Hello my loves! Here is the next chapter! I promise you this is the last horrific chapter! Bringing Maddie back to reality! Oh yes! I hope you like this chapter. QUESTION! did anyone cry from the last chapter. I was when i was writing it.. erhh! okay anyways! Here you go!

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MADZ xxxxxxxx <3

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I'm a complete mess. The fact I'm standing here in Liam's arms burying my baby is a miracle. For the last two weeks I went to work then came home and curled up in my bed. I feel like I was in denial. If we hadn't left this wouldn't have happened. But than again, it was no one's fault. Like Liam said, they tried to do everything to help her. I should thank them. But I couldn't face them, I'd break down again. They don't know how hard it is losing these people so close to me. No that sounds selfish, they do know what it feels like. I guess I just have to face the facts now. Casey's gone. Forever.

-BEFORE THE BURING-

Liam took my hand as we walked into the church, "You ready?" To be honest, I wasn't ready to say goodbye. Not just yet, she was so young. Damn just one years old. HELP ME! I shook my head, "No." Liam wrapped his arms around my shoulders embracing me in his arms. The sweet Vanilla filling my system. I can't handle this. I need to get away. I can't go through with this. This just brings me back to my parents and sisters funeral. I walked into the church, passed her casket. She was wearing that pink pastel dress that Harry bought her. The one she wore to the wedding. She was my princess. She looked so lifeless and still.

I sat up front, with the boys and their girlfriends, as we listened to people. God, they don't even know what they were talking about. You couldn't really celebrate her, she wasn't even with us for that long. DAMN IT TO HELL! I couldn't take this anymore, the memories were flooding back. So like what I did at the hospital, I ran. I slipped my shoes off quietly and stepped out of the church. Liam noticed and followed me. "Wait up!" I could tell that he was upset, I could see it all over his face. "Maddie." I guess being here, it hit me. HARD! "You couldn't be here! When I need you the most! Why did you leave me! Why did you have to leave your baby girl! Why couldn't you see me get married. Why couldn't you ever see your grandchild. Just why!" I fell to the ground, resting my head in my hands as I cried. Realization hit me, like lightening bolt. They were gone. Everything I loved vanished. Next thing I knew I was pulled into someones arms and cried more.

-REALITY-

I watched as the casket moved further into the ground, I was standing infront of Liam as his arms wrapped around my waist while his chin rested on my shoulder. His tears falling onto my shoulders. This day just needed to be over.

It's been three weeks since the funeral, I've been feeling much better. I guess you have to accept what comes, some of those may be challenges that you need to face, and helll I love challenges, but stuff like this breaks me. But you need to accept the change in your life. Even if it hurts you the most. I grew up believing that God had a plan for us, and that I had to accept anything that steps in my way, but I stopped believing after my parents death. There was no way that Gods plan was to take them away from me. No fucking way that was his plan. So all I did was keep my head up and look where that took me. I moved in with the boys. If it weren't for them I wouldn't be as strong as I am today. I love them. They're my family.

Liam and I have moved out of the mansion, to a nice white modern house a couple blocks away from the boys homes. Amy, Jazzy and Laura have officially moved down to London and moved in with the boys. Eleanor and Louis are now engaged, WOOH! I'm happy for them, I truly am, it's very exciting.

"Ready babe?" Liam came trotting in through the front door with paint. It was time to paint the family room. I nodded rolling up my shirt sleeves. He took the paint and started painting the white walls, ick white. Reminds me of hospitals... I grabbed a brush and painted. It took awhile, we got way too distracted. Now I'm filled with a silent red color on my body and hand prints on my legs. "That is all your fault!" I complained while I looked down on my bare legs. He just smirked, "You suck!" He groaned as I rubbed my hands on his face, leaving the red staining his. "Karma's a bitch isn't it honey!" I smirked walking away, but I wasn't fast enough, damn you Liam Payne. "Oh Mrs. Payne!" Liam grabbed my waist, and by now my shirt was off, just in my sports bra. "Look it my beautiful wife with red all over her stomach." Liam laughed, "Well someone decided to paint me instead of the walls." I teased. He just smiled, that perfect smile of his. "Stop that!" I shouted, "Stop what!" He stated oh so sweetly stroking my hair, "Stop doing that!" I said pointing to him, "Oh you mean this!" He smiled wider and leaned in and kissed me. But he wasn't done, oh no. He grabbed me and slapped my back with paint as I yelped. "Dick!" I laughed, "Turn around Liam." "NO." "Yes." "No." "Pweeasse!!!" I gave him my best puppy eyes ever, "Fine..." He mumbled, POINT! I dipped my hand in the paint grabbing a handful of the blobbiness and threw it onto his back. ANOTHER POINT!

We finally cleaned ourselves up and set the furniture in. This house is going to be purddy! I always dreamed of living a white house with pilars, a nice backyard with a garden. Long hallways and big rooms. A red family room and every room would tell a story. And Liam promised me that I could have that dream house and make it my own. Isn't he just the sweetest. I haven't forgotten about Casey, I haven't forgotten about my parents, but I've moved on. I've realized that they are always with me. And where I needed them the most, was the heart.