One Direction Preferences

You Die

(T)

Liam: (His P.O.V.)
I get it, I'm done with being told that I don't. The one thing I need to know and understand is that she's gone. And after about two months, I've finally got it. It's true, I cried, I cried more than I ever have before. It's true what they say, cancer really is a bitch. I've never had such a strong hatred towards anything, ever. But maybe I'm being selfish, maybe I'm mad because I can't have her anymore, no one can. But maybe she's happier now, how would I know? I just miss the way her eyes smiled when she laughed and her back dimples, oh god her back dimples, the way her lip curled over when she smiled. Her hair, oh shit, the way it blew when she walked down streets, how sometimes it got stuck in her mouth. This is fucking torture. Why me? Why her? What could she have possibly done to make death the answer for her?

Zayn: (His P.O.V.)
I sighed as I took another drag out of the cigarette. Another tear fell down my cheek. It was the middle of her service, I couldn't handle it, I couldn't be in that room and say good bye to her, when I could remember the way she looked smiling, dancing. The way she giggled when I poked her nose, or the way she always licked her lips when she was in pain whether it was a papercut or a broken leg, her lips were always dry. I wasn't there when she died, and I don't give a shit about what people say, it was my fault. I should have been in our flat when it got broken into, I shouldv'e been there, ready to take that bullet instead of her, but no, I had to start a fight with her, and I had to storm out and this is how it ends. The last thing I said to her was "I don't need you." The last thing she said was "Fuck you, Malik." The last time I'll hear my name out of her lips, when I returned to the flat, someone had called the cops and it was all boarded up with security. At this point I can't help the tears coming down my face as I can see the casket, making its way to the graveyard. You know, I'm really supposed to be there, in my car, getting ready to say good bye to her once more. I just wish things could've ended better for her, for both of us.

Louis: (His P.O.V.)
I was the lucky one. After being married for almost sixty years, I died first. It couldn't have ended better, I died of old age, that's just how it works. But when we've been together for sixty-five years, she can't help but get lonely. I watched her carefully everyday, she would sit in the house and go through pictures. It made me smile when the kids would come over, sometimes all five of them would come and sometimes just a couple. They're all upset, all the grand-children are upset and some of them even have children. We had kids young, I think we were 23 when we had Hunter, our first born. He's about 67 now, his kids have kids. This whole family is young. But still (Y/N) refuses to move in with anyone else. But then she was in the hospital. I watched over her, every second, she was depressed, and I couldn't even tell. I'm such an ass for that. But now she's with me, we're both happy, watching over the children. Just like I did all those years, I made sure to watch her every second, she never left my sight, whether we were both on our own, or we were together.

Niall: (His P.O.V.)
"So, maybe she wouldn't want me to be here," I started, wiping my face a bit and looking at the open casket next to me. "Maybe she would. But I'm here. I'm here because I needed to say this, I needed her whole family to know, I needed her to know. I've loved her since that first day we met, that day where I bumped into her with my brand new tricycle." A few members of the audience laughed, this was relaxing. " As I look around at the audience, her wonderful family, friends, I notice there isn't a dry eye here. I think we all can agree that (Y/N) was one of the most gentle caring people we've all ever met, and that's why we're here. That first day that we met, she apologized endlessly, even though it was me that hit her, she even invited me to her house after school. Of course I obliged. She made me part of her family, she became my family. We went to school together every year, until I had to leave... She was with me whenever I needed her, and she made sure I was always happy. I relied on her, sometimes too much, but now that she's gone, something is missing. Something that I didn't even know was there until it was gone. I love her, I always have and I always will. But now it's too late for me. And all I can say is that I will never drink again as long as drunk drivers stay on the road. She didn't deserve this, no one does."

Harry: (His P.O.V.)
I carefully unlocked the flat door, scared of what other object she might throw at me. "(Y/N)?" I called, through the flat, no response. "C'mon, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you!" I called again, no response. I started to walk around the flat looking behind closed doors. When I got back to the main room, she was sitting on a window sill, looking down at the city with her beautiful sparkling eyes. She didn't turn to look at me, but I didn't say anything. "Read the note." She sputtered. I panicked and picked up the note from the floor. Hello Harry, I just wanted to say that I've been bitchy for a while because I'm sick. I know I've been going to the doctor a lot lately, but that's because I've gotten worse. I didn't want to upset you by telling you this in person, but I've been given a couple weeks to live. I stopped reading and looked up at her. She was gone. I let her go, and I know that if I had done something, I could've saved her. I didn't. I was being an idiot. It wasn't until a couple weeks later when I finished the note. A couple weeks means I can't marry you, I know we were gonna get married in April, but I won't make it. That's why I'm doing this to myself, I'm ending it because I don't want to die in pain. I want to die quick and easy. I suspect it might be difficult for you to read this, because it's already soaked with my tears, soaked with yours, it's all scribbled down and probably because when you're reading this, you're picturing me saying this, but I just want you to know that I love you. I am truly, madly, deeply in love with you. And the last thing I will ever have though about was you...