he died when he was 18 ✞ larry ✔

✞12✞

[two years after louis' death]

it's winter.
to be exact the 24. december 2016.
everyone was feeling the christmas atmosphere and spent the holiday with their loved ones at home. it snowed this week and the whole village was covered in snow. it was a beautiful day.

harry was supposed to be at home since his whole family is there to visit. but it's an important day for the 18 year old boy and he didn't want to spend it with his annoying relatives.

he was on his way to the graveyard where louis got buried. no one else was there besides an old woman and she also was on her way home.

to not waste any time he went straight to louis' grave stone which he has been visiting almost everyday for the last two years and placed a blanket he brought with him in front of it. he sat down and smiled softly.

"hey lou", whispered harry and reached into his backpack, just to take out a bouquet of red roses which he put down on the grave. a few tears rolled down his cheek and he tried hard not to start crying.

"i miss you so much."

harry looked at the grave stone. it was simple but pretty. it was brighter than the snow and a beautiful angel was engraved in it.
in a pretty curved writing there was standing;

louis tomlinson
*24th december 1996
✞24th december 2014
loved son, brother and friend.
rest in peace, lou.

that's it. harry always thought to himself that the grave stone looks too simple. there was the same quote that everyone had and it's nothing special but the thing is that louis deserves so much more.

harry was about to cry. he didn't want to, really. but he misses his best friend so much and it just hurts thinking about him.

he comes here almost everyday, takes care of the grave so that it'll look pretty. most people got over louis' death and are at peace with it. they come here every two weeks and bring some flowers.
his mum says that of course everyone misses him but sooner or later you have to continue living your life and taking care of yourself.

after his death everyone was scared that harry would fall into depression because louis was such a big part of his life and they didn't knew how he would react. he didn't let anyone know about his feelings or all the times he cried himself to sleep.
no one noticed anything.

"i-i found something today, lou", sobbed harry. he took a piece of paper out of his pocket and looked down on it.

"do you remember the day you got 8 years old? your m-mum bought you a set with so many pretty pencils and watercolors. you told me that you will draw me because you thought that i was the prettiest boy on earth."

harry didn't even noticed that he startet to cry so hard that his shoulders were shaking. he just missed his lou so much.
he wiped the tears away but there were new ones coming out just a second later.

"i miss you louis"

harry stayed for another hour and it already started to get dark. he didn't stopped crying and just let out all of his pain. no one was here to hear it anyway.

"i l-love you, lou.", whispered he quietly with trembling lips.

"i wish i would have been there for you. i wish i would've been enough because if i'd tried harder you maybe would be still here today. then my lou would still be here with me."

harry clutched onto the paper in his hands and said a last i love you.
and when he looked at the crumpled drawing he started to cry even more.

on that old piece of paper was a drawing of two boys. they were stick figures but still somehow pretty. the smaller one had curls and the other had ruffled brown hair and blue eyes. they held hands and smiled bright.

under the small drawing there was something written in louis messy handwriting.

always in my heart, harry.
yours sincerely
louis

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