December 23rd

13 1 2
                                    

December 23rd. 

I wish you were here Louis. All the boys came over today, we're all decorating balloons for your birthday tomorrow. Liam bought a bunch of coloured sharpies and stuff to decorate the balloon with. 

It was actually kind of fun. The world didnt seem quite so empty for a few hours of the day. You would've loved it. But everyone left except Niall of course. But being its almost midnight hes fast asleep. Im back downstairs on the piano. 

This might be crazy, but i have this feeling that you're here with me. Sitting next to me playing this piano with me, singing with me.

I miss your laugh Louis. Id do anything to hear it again. Please let me hear it again.

To see your smile. Not only in pictures Louis.

I need to hear your voice. One last time. 

That's all i really want right now. 

I cant stop seeing you, everywhere i look. i swear you're in the corner of my eye but every time i turn to look you disappear. Why? Please dont hide from me. Dont run from me. 

Your brown hair a wavy mess, I need to run my hands threw it. Maybe even smell it. I miss your smell even Louis. 

Well, Louis, Tomorrows your birthday. I hope maybe ill get some kind of sleep tonight so i dont look completely exhausted like i always do. 

Good night Louis, I love you.

~Harry Tomlinson

Winter SnowWhere stories live. Discover now