Forever Young (Larry Stylinson)

Eleven

Hello.

I wasn't going to write today, I'm so tired, but thought I'd try.

Hope anyone who was hoping to get Harry tickets managed to get them.

"Harry?" I said in total shock.

I pinched my arm, to see if I was actually awake.

"Ouch!" Yes I'm definitely awake!

"Hi Lou!" He smiled. "How are you?"

How am I? How am I?

Erm....shocked, startled, panicky, confused....

"H-How?" I stuttered.

"I'm a ghost, Lou." He replied.

"Fuck off!" I swore. I feel like I'm gonna faint. This isn't real. I MUST be dreaming!

"It's true." He said, sadly.

I reached out and tried to touch him. My hand went straight through his body.

Shit!

I sat down under a tree, trying to comprehend what the hell was happening. Harry stood in front of me, looking down.

He looked like an angel.

He looked different to when I met him though.

He looked healthy. That was weird seeing as he is dead.

He wasn't all skin and bones. His head was covered in beautiful long chocolate brown curls. His face wasn't sunken in. His green eyes looked brighter.

He truly was a beautiful boy.

Just dead.

"What are you thinking Lou?" Harry asked.

"You... you're...dead."

"I know. Don't remind me."

"Are you going to terrorise me?"

He laughed and sat beside me. "No. I wouldn't do that. I love you." He replied.

He loves me.

I loved him.

I sighed and scratched my head.

"So...why are you here?"

"I...I wanted to check you were alright."

I frowned.

"Really? Why not see your Mum?"

"I don't think I can. I'd be too upset. Argh! I don't know Lou.... How is she? Do you know?"

"Mum keeps in touch with her all the time. They've become good friends. She's doing ok, misses you a lot." I sighed.

We sat in silence for a while, watching a few people heading home, or walking dogs.

"Are you mad with me?" Harry suddenly spoke. I looked at him. He looked sad.

"Why would I be mad with you Harry?"

He picked at the grass in between us. "For dying."

I sat upright and turned to face him. I tried to take his hand, forgetting that I couldn't touch him.

"Harry! No! How could I be mad at you? You were very sick. It was your time to go."

He wiped his tears away. "I tried to stay longer. So we could've talked more. I really tried..." He sobbed.

I felt helpless. I wanted to hug him so badly.

"Love, please don't cry." I said, feeling my own tears trailing down my cheeks. "God..I wish I could hug you right now."

"I wish you could too. You gave me my last hug though. I'll never forget that. I didn't feel so scared in your arms." He sniffed.

"Did it hurt? When you..." I asked quietly.

"No. There was no pain. I just felt relaxed, all floaty. Happy, I guess. Knowing I'd have no more pain, it was like I was on drugs."

"You're not in pain now?"

"No. I don't feel any pain. I feel other emotions, as you can see."

I smiled. "I'm glad you're not in pain anymore, I just wish you were still alive. I miss you."

Harry stood up. My eyes followed him.

"You're going!"

He nodded. "I'm only allowed to stay for so long, I'm sorry. I wish I could stay longer, I really do."

"Will I see you again?" I asked, hopefully.

"Yes. You'll see me again. I promise. I won't tell you when. Don't put your life on hold. Don't expect me."

I nodded. I leaned over to him and went to kiss him, even though I know we can't.

He leant forward, and did the same action. We looked in each others eyes as we "kissed."

"See you soon Lou. I love you." He said.

"I love you too Harry." I replied. We both smiled, then he was gone.

I sat back against the tree.

I look up to the dark sky, the stars shining brightly.

"Goodnight Harry." I whisper.

I make my way home, and head straight up to bed.

Mum was out with friends, I'm glad. How would I explain what just happened?

Maybe I shouldn't say anything to her. She might think I've gone nuts and send me to a mental institution.

I got undressed, showered and got into bed.

I fell asleep thinking about the boy with the chocolate curls.

Urgh...

I feel like this was terrible.

I'm soooo tired.

All the love 💞💞💞