Imagines (100% Original) 1D, LM, Ed, and Demi.

Life Is Too Short ~ Louis (possible trigger)

This imagine is dedicated to Directionerlife22 for motivating me to write it. And shoutout to school for being boring enough for me to write an entire imagine in the middle of it.

Please listen to the song on the side while reading. I think it really fits.

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It was dark that day. There were more dark clouds in the sky than usual, and the sky itself seemed as if it was going through heartbreak as well. Trees that surrounded the area now looked dead. The leaves were an ugly green and looked more fragile than they had just a week ago.

Everyone was dressed in black, except me. He wouldn't have liked that for he was outgoing. He liked bright colors and sunlight. He liked laughing and smiling, not crying, which the whole world seemed to be doing during this time.

While my surroundings were dark, I wore neon colors and bright red lipstick. Everyone gave me a strange look when I arrived, but I didn't care. This wasn't for them, it was all for Louis.

I was struggling to hold back tears. My insides were aching terribly, but I had to do this for him. I had to manage. After all, Louis didn't like crying.

When the elderly old man finished his prayers, he asked for speeches. Jay volunteered.

It was hard not to cry as her voice cracked numerous times. But then, she finally gave up. She burst into tears, making the whole lot but into a fit of tears along with her. I tried and tried so hard not to cry. I could almost hear him telling me not to. To tell me to be strong.

It broke my heart, but at the same time, it gave me a sense of comfort just thinking of him.

His father tried his best not to cry during his own speech. Tried.

Then, it was my turn.

"As many of you are most likely wondering, I am in fact not dressed in black, on Louis Tomlinson's behalf. It makes sense if you take a step back to think of the kind of person Louis was.

It's quite gloomy today, isn't it?" The group before me nodded with handkerchiefs at their eyes." It's probably because the earth has lost another light. Even the sky seems devistated. But let's not focus on what we don't have anymore, and focus of what we always have of Louis: Our memories.

He was so down to earth, just a normal boy. He liked to joke around and be immature. I'd sometimes bother to ask him why he was being so adorably childish, to which he replied, 'Life is short'. And he was right. Life is so completely short, he's experienced it first hand.

Me and Louis liked to label each other. I called him 'mine' and he called me 'his'. I'll always miss the way he would constantly remind me of it, but I'm glad he did, because I will always be his, and he will always be mine.

Although I am devastated at the loss of life in Louis Tomlinson, his life is still here, in our minds. Louis will always remain in our minds and hearts because it's impossible to just simply disregard someone who put the very scar on your heart that keeps you going.

On the inside, I feel ripped apart. I feel like the life was torn from me as well. But I'm going to be strong, for Louis. I have to live each day to the fullest, because my last day may come when I least expect it. At least it did for Louis.

I want to remember Louis as the man that brought out the best in life and really opened up my eyes. I don't want to see him as someone who passed. I don't want to see him as someone who has died because he has never died in my heart and never will.

I'm positive Mr. and Mrs. Tomlinson can relate to the pain I'm feeling. It's relentless. It's similar to the feeling of drowning; you can't breathe and you can't swim because you've never been taught. This... force is pulling you under when you have no control and just want to escape. Just wanting to breathe again.

I've never had this feeling before with Louis. It was always pure happiness and bliss. And it's still not Louis. It's just having to deal with the fact that you can never speak to him again with a response, kiss his cheek without warmth. Little things that slowly break you down.

We all know that, eventually, the hole in our hearts will close. But there is always that scar of Louis. Not just in our hearts, but in our lives. Things like the cologne he wore or his favorite song or shoe brand.

Louis was someone impossible to forget. Louis is someone impossible to replace. I'll say it one last time, on behalf of my love, Louis William Tomlinson: Life is short. Thank you."

I moved over from the podium to the open casket. The thought of never seeing his blue eyes again made me want to rip my hair out. But the truth was, whether I wanted to believe it or not, I didn't have a choice.

I thought about the time we went walking late at night. All alone, just the two of us. It was cold and windy, but with Louis' offer, I couldn't possibly deny. Not that I was going to let the stupid weather decide my fate.

That night, he held my hand for the first time. Despite the cold weather, his hand was warm while was a sweaty mess, but he didn't seem to mind. He just squeezed my hand tighter.

Now, holding Louis' deceased hand, I was still a sweaty mess. His hand was cold. I wanted him to squeeze my hand back so desperately. But he didn't, and that's when it really hit me. Louis was dead, and I'm still living. Even though he has always contained more life than me, I now contained more than him, which was scary. But I realized that although half of me was dead, or at least felt like it, I had to do this for him.

I have to live what Louis couldn't, and I'll spend every second of my life trying. I'll always have a smile on my face, like did, and will never take anything for granted.

"You're mine, Louis. Always- you will always be. Don't forget that. I love you and I hope you're happy." With another hopeless squeeze of the hand, I kissed his cold forehead. With a deep exhale, I made my way back to the crowd, my seat next to Jay. She was sobbing uncontrollably, trying to muffle her sighs.

I slowly found her hand and connected them. She seemed to calm the slightest bit, but I didn't like seeing her like this. It was like seeing Louis cry, which always made me cry. If I didn't like seeing Jay cry, I know Louis wouldn't.

"He'd want you to be happy." I said, and with that, she leaned her head on my shoulder.

"He was right; Life is short," She says, taking a deep sigh. "He really loved you, you know. He used to talk to me about you all the time. He'd always point out things that reminded him of you. Oh! and you should see his face when you call him. Like a light bulb."

I smile weakly.

"He thought you were the one. He said he was almost certain he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you," She began crying again, but then looked me in the eyes with such awe. "Thank you for spending the rest of his life with him."

"Louis was stubborn, anyway, so I wouldn't have had a choice." I attempted to lighten the mood. She chuckled very lightly. "But if he'd asked me to, I would have said yes."

"He would have treasured you like a pirate who's struck gold." She said.

"He already has."