Chapter Two -- "cheap fuck he was."
louis was crying in my arms so much today. his brain tumour was most definitely killing him.
louis had five weeks to live.
f i v e.
so I took him out on a date today. it wasn't much, I took him to mcdonalds and rented the entire establishment and I hung up fancy fairy lights everywhere and we slow danced where I made the workers take out some tables.
after that, and eating of course, we played in the play set and since he was too scared to go down the big slide himself, I sat behind him holding him close.
but I think it was just an excuse for him to be close to me, but shh, don't tell him that.
after we left mcdonalds we went to an indoor skating rink and we were the only ones there because it was nine o'clock at night and I bribed the man running the rink with fifty pounds to keep it open for us just for a little bit.
but he kicked us off in five minutes so I paid him another 50 pounds, cheap fuck he was.
louis told me he loved me again and I just smiled because I'd never get over the feeling that louis tomlinson loved me, harry styles.
