Time Will Tell (A Louis Tomlinson FanFic) ON HOLD

Chapter Thirteen: Moments Like These

Chapter Thirteen:

Moments Like These

I started back towards the apartment, taking my time.

I thought about what was to happen in the next few months, maybe years.

I was going to watch my mom be lowered into the ground.

Covered with dirt, then, she will lie for the rest of eternity.

Peacefully, quietly, alone.

I had decided that once it was my time, I would be lowered into the ground right next to her.

Making her no longer lonely.

Then, I remembered my cancer.

The cancer I knew nothing about.

The book was still on our bedroom floor where I had thrown it out of stress, confusion, & anger.

I haven't lived yet.

I haven't seen the world and had the experiences I hope to have.

I can't die at 19.

I wanted to marry Louis.

Have a beautiful baby, and settle down in a cozy house.

I wanted to find my dad, see my sister more than once every two years.

So many things that I have yet to do.

Yet, I don't know if I'll be able to do them.

Only, because of a stupid thing like cancer.

I came out of my thoughts and entered through the front door.

There, Louis was underneath his favorite blanket. Sleeping for the first time in nights.

Beside him was his cup of tea and the computer.

I walked over to move the computer and tea so I could sit next to him.

I picked it up.

"Does brain cancer always result in death?"

And below it, it said "Most Likely."

I hadn't realized I was crying until there were drops of water on the keyboard, and Lou had his arms around me, reassuring me.

I could see the hurt in his eyes when we pulled away from our embrace.

His blue eyes looking straight into mine, glistened in the dim light. A single tear fell from his left eye, then his right.

"I-I."

He started.

"Shh."

I whipped the tears with my thumb, and laughed.

"We've been sitting here, crying for days on end. When we should be enjoying the time with each other.

Because frankly, I don't know how much more of that time I will have with you. Louis, I don't want you to be devastated when I pass.

I want you to smile when you see me, peacefully, gone. I want you think of all the times we laughed, and the kisses we've shared. Along with the warm embraces.

I want you to remember the happy me. Not the one that cried all the time. I love you Louis, and don't want you hurt."

"You mean, moments like this?"

He asked.

He shifted his weight on the couch, then took my face in his hands.

A sweet gesture.

Then, was inches away from my lips.

His hot breath, moving along my lips.

"Not as much as I love you Laurie Thorson."

His lips seemed to fit utterly perfect on mine. I told him once, that our lips were meant to fit perfectly, because he was my soul mate.

He had laughed.

I reminisced at that memory, hoping along with moment we just shared, he'd remember it when I was no longer at his side.

And smile.