I opened my eyes and looked down, and saw a broken boy laying on the couch, red staining his porcelain skin that looked far more fragile than his heart. But he looked at ease, peaceful.
He wasn’t in pain anymore.
I turned around and saw him standing in front of me. A smile appeared on his gorgeous face as his arm extended out towards me.
For once I wasn’t left drowning in the sea of blue that belonged to Louis Tomlinson.
I looked back one more time at the boy, his loved ones rushing in and kneeling in front of him, sobs escaping their dry lips and onto her cold skin as frantic eyes searched for some kind of sign as to why he had left them so soon. But really, whether they wanted to admit it or not, they all knew the reason.
Each scream was muffled as I could not hear them any longer. I was too far gone to feel pain. I couldn’t help myself from looking down at the devastating scene for the last time, seeing the small body that had once been there was being removed by paramedics, a single lifeless hand dangling from the worn stretcher he had been placed on, covered in a ghost like sheet. His friend grabbed it, trying not to let go, but the tall boy was being taken away, and his friend was held back as his body shook with panic and fear.
Everyone hastily exited, and the tall boy was gone, leaving his friends in silence.
When I turned away from all the sadness, I saw happiness right in front of me. I looked into the depthless oceans that held no more secrets, no more sadness, but for once in his life, he was happy, and so was I.
When I turned back to the boy standing in front of me I didn’t look back again.
“Darling, I’ve been waiting for you.” He said and when he took my hand, nothing else mattered.
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Waiting | h.s.
Fanfiction"It seems like time had gone by so fast, yet it dragged so slow with each aching beat my shattered heart took. Living day by day without him was worse than being heartbroken by him personally."
