Why They Buried Louis

Tattooed Memories

The boys all decided to go to Liam's house after they found out about Louis. The ride was quiet. They had no energy to speak. They all just stared out the windows and watched the world pass by them. The empty seat in the car was haunting them. Harry was the only one who made any noise the whole ride. Those sounds being gasps for air. He continued to cry all the way to Liam's house.

When they arrived, Liam, Zayn and Niall all went inside. Harry couldn't go much further than the driveway, and fell to his knees. He took a picture of him and Louis out of his wallet.  He held it tightly to his chest and cried so hard, a pain grew in his side from his torn diaphragm. 

He starred at the picture as tears poured from his eyes. "Hi..." he whispered, looking straight into the eyes of Louis' picture. 

The memories of all they have been through ran through Harry's head, forcing tears to fall onto the picture. "Oops!" he chuckled, apologizing softly. 

He reached over to his "Hi" tattoo and covered it with his hand, as if to embrace it. 

"I know it's only been an hour..." he cried, closing his eyes, "but I miss you SO much, Louis!" 

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The next day, Harry woke up with a bruise on his chest from crying so much. Tears still lay dormant in his eyes as he got dressed. The lads all stayed at Liam's that night, not wanting to seperate. Harry was the last one up, having been up so late and crying himself to sleep. 

"Breakfast?" Liam asked, hoping to change the subject for a minute. 

Harry knew Liam's best intrest, but he ignored him and headed out the front door. 

"You think he'll be okay?" Niall asked, sipping some juice. 

"Honestly?" Zayn asked, "No, no I don't." 

"Sadly, I agree." Liam sighed, "We are not getting Harry back. We lost him as soon as we lost Louis." 

"Where do you think he went?" Niall asked, hoping they would see their friend again. 

"Hopefully somewhere safe." Zayn answered, really worried. 

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Harry pushed open the door to the tattoo shop. He had lost count how many times he has heard the welcoming bell. This was nothing new. Even though some were confusing, all his tattoos had meaning.Today, was going to be the tattoo that held the most meaning. The same smiling face greated him at the counter. 

"Hi, Harry." the tattoo artist smiled, "Back again?" 

"Hi." Harry whispered, taking a seat in the tattoo chair. 

"I heard what happened." the artist frowned, "I'm sorry for your loss." 

"Thank you." Harry smiled, pulling off his shirt. 

"What will it be today?" the artist asked, cleaning off the tattoo needle. 

"Louis." he answered, forcfully. 

"Where would you like it?"

 "Right on my heart." Harry smiled, pointing to his chest, "That's where I've always kept him. That's where he must stay."

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