Been almost two years! Sorry guys, I know I know! You don't even have to say it. It's been an eternity. I was trying to cleanse my mind and get passionate over writing again lol
So here is the next chapter, I do apologize it took so long.
Also, i'm sorry if it gets confusing. It transitions from ending of 2017, to mid 2018, going towards beginning of 2019.
It's been so long that i'm just trying to catch up with these timelines lol
I will update when I can, but for now, please enjoy.
Love you all!!!
-Nessie❤️
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The air was crispy cold and the flat smelled like cookies, coffee, and happiness. It had been a whole year since that smell. It was the morning of the 24th of December, and we start with tears rolling down the face.
"Lou, are you alright?" the blue eyed lad turns to his right and sees his wonderful husband's face. He gives him a weak smile and caresses his cheek
"Yea. Just...it smells just like when mum made me birthday breakfast. I miss her H." Harry smiles too and sets his hand over his heart kissing his palm at the same time
"I know love, but she is here with you all the time. And watches over you and your wonderful family. She would be so proud of the handsome successful man and father you have become." Louis smiles and leans in for a lingering kiss then sets his forehead against his
"Thank you. I really love you, so much." before Harry can speak, his phone goes off and he sighs turning to his nightstand. "Let the birthday calls begin."
He sits up and grabs his phone, his eyebrows furrow and shows Harry the screen
"Wow. Answer it love, i'll be in the kitchen helping the girls." a kiss on the forehead and Harry walks off
"Hey Mark, what's up?"
"Happy birthday Louis, hope you have a great day. Um, I just have some news, Zayn tried calling the label today looking for you. He sounds bad, so I just thought i'd let you know." Louis' brows furrow as it's Christmas eve, his birthday, he hasn't spoken to Zayn in quite a while and he just sighs in irritation and confusion
"Mark. I'm not sure I-"
"Louis. Listen mate, your mum asked you to talk to him before everything. Life is too fucking short. Her words, not mine. Just try yea?" he sighs, bites his lip, turns and looks at a frame of his mother on the wall, then sighs again
"I'm sorry Mark. I miss her, lover her, and respect her. But I don't think i'm mature enough yet to have that kind of conversation with him. He didn't show at the performance fo her. I'm good. So if he calls again, just say i'll call him whenever i'm ready but that's not today. Okay? I'll talk to you later." he hangs up before Mark can answer and groaning he throws his phone beside him on the bed
He lays back down and slings an arm over his eyes and sighs
"Bad call Lou?" he peaks over and sees his gorgeous husband holding a plate giving him a sheepish smile
He can't help but grin and sit back up patting the bed for him to sit, which he does setting the plate on the nightstand
"Mark called me about Zayn. Wanted me to call him. I said no. Not really up for it anymore. I've talked to him yea, but after him not showing up that day. I'm just messed up with it." he eyes his husband who smiles softly bringing a hand to his cheek soothing it
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Six Years.
Fanfiction"Why are you doing this?" "Because i'm tired. I can't fight anymore. Do you know what happened to us?" "We followed our hearts." "And we're still paying a price for that? It's been years already. I can't keep going through this anymore. I'm leaving...
