Dear Diary

Epilogue

Third Person P.O.V.

Friday, October 2, 2011.

Harry and Louis sat on Louis' bed. Silent. Thinking of what to say. Louis was scared. So was Harry. Scared of what might happen after they step off the edge of the bridge. Who will miss them? Who won't? Who will remember them?

Harry sniffled while Louis' tears continued falling. Harry pulled Louis into him, hugging him close, never wanting to let go.

"We'll be okay. We'll be together. Always?" Harry said, breaking the silence that lingered in the room.

"Always." Louis agreed.

"All this bad stuff will be over soon..." Harry continued.

"All the pain will go...our love will stay, Haz." Louis said in awe.

Harry smiled through his tears, dimples indented. "Yes. It will, Lou." Harry said.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked.

Louis nodded and wiped away his tears. Harry doing the same. Harry got up and grabbed Louis' hands, careful with the still healing cuts, and leading him outside, careful not to get Louis' mum's attention.

Then, they began walking to the bridge.

Louis' mum, Jay, walked into Louis' room to tidy up a bit. She came across the journal. She flipped it open, her eyes filling with tears as she went for day 1 to day 29.

She ran to get a phone and quickly dialed 999, telling the police that her son and Harry were going to jump off the bridge. The police rushed there and so did she, getting in her small car and calling Anne as soon as she started driving.

Both mum's tears were falling freely, as they made their way to the bridge that crosses over a small body of water.

Jay came closer to the bridge as the two boys were standing at the edge, held in each other's embrace.

The police were in the distance along with Anne. Harry and Louis' lips locked for one last loving kiss. Then they cried. They cried in their embrace.

Jay got out of the car and started running to the two boys she cared for so much.

The two boys looked into each other's eyes, and intertwined their fingers.

"Louis! Harry!" Jay and Anne yelled, but it was too late.

The two boys slowly fell back. The last thing they're seeing is the eyes of the boy they loved. Their bodies hit the water and then they were gone almost instantly. Beginning their endless journey elsewhere.

Jay fell to the floor in tears as the police ran to the edge of the bridge and two or three comforting her. Anne ran to Jay and they cried together.

"Get police to search the water! Quick!" A police ordered.

Jay yelled and sobbed. Annie trying to come to her senses. Her baby boy was gone. Dead. Lifeless.

The only thing they have left is the note that the two boys wrote together. Their tainted love was written in ink. Staying there for as long as time will allow it.

The next day, the two boy's bodies were found. Almost the color blue. Their hands were tightly latched onto each other.

The family suffered. They suffered the loss of two boys who weren't allowed to love each other.

The school was in shock. They respected Louis and Harry all too late. The bullies beat themselves up for the deaths of the two, breaking down in tears. They apologized to the heavens, hoping someone would hear their apologies, but sorry meant nothing now for Louis and Harry are gone. Gone. Gone elsewhere.

Liam and Niall cried with Jay and Anne. A funeral was held for the two. People from school attended. Most decided it'd be respectful or polite to write a letter. A letter with apologies, memories, or thank you's. Tears were shed. A letter for each of them. The letters were placed inside the caskets next to their bodies. The two dressed in tuxedos. Louis' hair, his natural bed hair. Harry, his beautiful curls.

At the burial, there were more people. Dressed in black or grey. Umbrellas in their hands for the forecast.

The ceremony went on. Dark clouds rolling in as people placed red roses and rose petals on the caskets. Harry and Louis were being buried next to each other, just as they would've wanted.

Rain poured from the heavens as the two mums cried out when the caskets began to be lowered into the ground.

They were covered and then flowers were placed on top of their graves. Students, peers, friends, family...

Everyone went home but two remained. Jay and Anne. Grieving, mourning the death of their sons. Their only sons.

But, lives went on. People kept quiet about the lovers who jumped off the bridge and died on impact. Their fingers that clutched to each other's tightly. Their skin lifeless. Their lips blue. They respected the two. People from school didn't judge or disrespect gays, bisexuals, lesbians, transgenders...but, it took two boys to lose their lives...

Harry and Louis' love remains at the top of that bridge. Always.

Though, they continued their endless journey. To wherever they were going. Their love stayed strong and never died, wherever they were.