Birds Fly- Nouis
I look in the body length mirror as I try to tie the tie around my neck. I honesty look like shit. I have an solemn expression on my face, my eyes are a sad grey instead of my usual happy blue. Dark circles surrounds my eyes, making them look even gloomier.
I haven't got a lot of sleep recently, with all the funereal planning.
I sigh as I can't get the stupid tie right. Usually i would've asked Niall to help me with this.
He used to do things like this for me, but he's not here to help me anymore.
Fuck it, I think and just as I'm about to rip the stupid tie off and throw it on the floor, I hear a knock on the door. The door slowly opens.
"Louis? Are you ready to go?" Liam ask me with a gentle voice.
"No. I can't get this shit tie on!" I already feel like crying and the funeral haven't even started yet.
"Let me help you." He steps out of the door way and walks over to me. He quickly ties the tie and I admit that he did a good job, but no one compares to my Nialler.
I grabbed Niall's guitar that was standing in the corner beside the door and walked out the door.
As soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I felt a body collide with mine. I looked down and saw the blond hair that resembled Niall's mother, Maura.
I hugged her close as we both cried.
"I miss my baby boy." She cried into my shoulder.
"I miss him too, so, so much." I cried and hugged her tighter.
I stepped out of the car, guitar in hand and the bells of the church ringing loudly. I slammed the car door shut and walked to the entrance of the church and shook hands with the priest.
The first thing I saw when I entered the church was the open, white casket at the alter. A lot of different flowers were placed around the little podium.
I walked to the front row, were I'm supposed to sit, and gently sat the guitar down. I then continued walking up to the alter.
I clearly remember the last time I was in this church, at this alter. It was the best day of my life.
That day it was me waiting at the alter and Niall walking down the aisle.
Today it's the other way around. And a completely different occasion.
I held my breath as I neared the casket. I looked over his soft features and I completely lost the breath I was holding. Even dead he still looks breathtakingly beautiful.
The white suit he is wearing, is the exact same he wore on our wedding day.
A tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek and past my chin, landing on his cheek.
I gently stroked my hand along his soft, cold cheek, wiping away the tear.
My hand traveled further down, until it reached his stomach where his hands were placed, holding a single red rose.
On his left ring finger were the ring that I gave him at the alter. I let my finger run lightly over the engraved word.
Forever
The church was full of people now and there wasn't many people that I didn't recognize.
The priest walked onto the podium, making everybody stop the small talk that had previously filled the room.
