Devotion [h.s]

Epilogue

It's been longer then expected I'm so sorry. But I have a lot of things coming that I've been finishing up!!!;)

this is the final chapter. Please PLEASE read the FULL authors note at the end if you want to hear some important things....

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No perspective.

July was a sunny month in Ashbourne. The trees were always at its fullest and the sun was never less of a crystal glimpse in the naive blue sky. The birds chirped freedom and the leaves swayed gracefully in the murmuring breeze of tranquility. July was a good month in Ashbourne, and Sunday July 21st was a extra beautiful day.

Three grown men with whirlwinds of a past drove their car up the warm gravel, stopping when they reached a big tall black steel gate. The man driving put the car in park, soon to shut down the engine and take out his keys.

"We really should start coming on a day when it's open." Niall said in the drivers seat, looking to the passenger.

"Yeah but then we get the place to ourselves." Harry states with his elbow resting on the window pane.

"Mm, right." Niall agreed with his friend.

"C'mom now." Liam said from the back seat, grabbing the backpack and already getting out of the dark blue vehicle.

The other boys followed, hopping out of the car and shutting the doors in unison. They all walked in front of the car, staring up at the tall steel locked gate. Harry ran his hand back through his curls, Liam sticking his arms through the backpack strap.

"Up we go." Harry spoke before hoisting himself up on the gate and starting to climb it. The others joined him to the point where they all were withering up the ten foot metal gate, eventually straddling the top and hopping down to the gravel road on the other side.

When all successfully got to the ground, they started to walk through the open trespassed area. It was a ritual for them at this point, every week they'd come here on a Sunday. If it was cold or hot, rain or sun, this is where you'd always find these three men on Sunday at 11am.

Today was the perfect weather for this excursion, and they were grateful for it. They knew trespassing wasn't the best thing to do in broad day light, but they've never been caught. It wasn't like they were doing something bad, they just came here for a visit.

Harry, Liam, and Niall walked down the gravel road past all of the identical stone graves.

Harry's two fingers liked to graze the gravestones as he walked past them, feeling all the different textures of cold stone beneath the pads of his fingers. Maybe it was because he saw it as giving the dead small attention—that touching a gravestone was like touching a passed soul.

"There he is." Liam says in a amused tone, looking at the grave they visit every Sunday.

"I'll go grab the chairs." Niall says while running over to the far tree where they hide the three folded lawn chairs.

Liam took off his back pack and placed it on the grass next to the gravestone, unzipping it and taking out the four short glasses. Meanwhile Niall came running back over with the three chairs hanging on his arms. They were just crappy fold chairs they would hide in the trees so they didn't have to keep bringing them back every week.

Harry looked at the stone for a moment, reading Louis full name across it like every week. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact his friend was buried six feet below his feet. It's been half a year since the funeral and it still doesn't feel real.