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Title: I Still Remember
Pairing: Niam
Song used: 'Pop Rocket' by Jedward; 'My Love' by Westlife, 'Time After Time' by Cyndi Lauper, 'If You Only Knew' by Shinedown
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'Hello, I'm Niall. Erm you are... Liam?'
'Hi Niall! Yeah I'm!'
'Oh Niall sit down! You can't be standing right there for two hours! We have to be friends! We're gonna see each other every single week! Please, sit down.'
'Okay. Erm Liam today I'm going to read you my favourite novel.'
'What's its name?'
'It's ONE DAY. I'm going to start now.'
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Niall could still remember the day when he pushed the sky blue door open and met the love of his life.
It was the day after his birthday. The fresh air, the hesitant knock on the burgundy door, the wide smile on Mrs Payne's face, the sound of the slippers hitting the wooden floor, the bedroom door which linked him to Liam,
the neat desk, the warm cup of milk on Liam's nightstand, the huge band posters on the walls... every piece of memory was so vivid.
It wasn't a long time ago, was it? At least, it didn't seem it's a long time ago. It felt just like yesterday when Niall heard that enthusiastic, angelic voice.
Niall remembered how he pulled the rim of his cardigan, sat down on the wooden chair, and read his lover a chapter of his favourite novel.
Niall remembered how stupid he was to think voluntary services would be boring and he was just wasting his time.
Niall remembered how cheery his face was after the Irish teenager told him that he had nice hair. He also remembered how gorgeous Liam looked even he was bald.
Niall remembered the first visit, the second visit, the third visit, and every single one after that.
Niall remembered. Everything he did with the one he loved, who left him in the end - no, not the end, the love shared between them would never end - they were just, apart.
He smiled faintly, and shook his head fondly at the memory. He shouldn't be thinking about this. This was years ago and it was meaningless to do so.
Niall ruffled his hair - it turned brown after he stopped dyeing it - and took out a tissue from the plastic packet. He spreaded the tissue into a square, and rubbed it against the cold, hard gray stone. The picture on it was so beautiful, or he should say, the person in the picture was beautiful.
Liam's in that picture, that black and white picture. The lack of colours must had dulled him, Niall thought. Liam had been so colourful for his entire life.
He picked up the wilted champagne rose on the grass, threw it into the bin, then put a fresh, moist one in the empty space.
Liam loved champagne roses, because HE, Niall Horan loved them himself, and Liam liked them because he loved HIM.
Niall ran his fingers across the stone, Liam James Payne, he whispered softly. The warmth of Liam's hand was still lingering on his shoulder, he absently put his own hand on his shoulder and searched for Liam's large one, yet he only grabbed some air.
