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AN: Almost 800 reads! Thank You so much! Sequel Will be up soon i guess.. The sequel IS important so do checkit out. Back For You is the sequel’s name. I will start writing my other stories, please check those out. Sadly this is the end of Please Don’t Leave Enjoy! *Unedited*
Chapter 20
*3 months later*
Our little Nialler had been gone for 3 months. I had planned his funeral and it was tomorrow. I had gone to Ireland with his family to tell them, and they helped me out on it. The rest of the lads had gone home, their home home. My family had come over here to support the Horans. I haven’t contacted any of the lads since the hospital; I had to now to give them the information for the funeral tomorrow. I started with Zayn.
‘Hey mate.’
‘Hey Louis.’
‘So tomorrow is Niall’s funeral. I just wanted to see if you can come out for him.’
‘Sure. Where is it?’
A small smile and hope came onto me. I gave him the details and said goodbye as I went on to Liam. He was quick to say yes, I guess he needed to say his proper goodbye. I dialed Harry’s number. I waited for his answer. It was awhile before I finally heard the click and his ‘Hello’
‘Hey Harry, there is going to be Niall’s funeral tomorrow. I wanted to see if you’d show?’
‘Oh uh…’
‘I think it would be great if you could. The other lads would be there too. Your family is welcome.’
‘Okay I’ll be there.’
‘Great! It’s here in Ireland! I know it’s a late notice but-‘
‘No, Lou, I mean Louis, its okay I’ll be there.’
‘Alright…’
I was curious on why he had corrected himself on my name. He calls me Lou. Almost everyone does. He finished the call with a less genuine bye. I was sort of worried about tomorrow.
*TOMORROW*
It was rainy all day. It was really sad through the whole occasion. I made a speech along with Niall’s family and a few more people. After all the crying mess of speeches, we went along with the burial. One by one people went to touch the wooden surface, saying their own individual words. I went before Zayn and Harry. It was Liam’s turn, if we thought he had left all his emotions at the hospital that night then what was shown here proved us wrong. He broke down right next to the coffin sobbing, crying out to him. The lads and I went to him and held him up. He still had the cast on his arm so it was difficult to move him. He finally calmed down enough to finish what he was saying and walked to his seat. I sat next to him and rubbing his back while we walked back to our cars. I invited the boys for a coffee and fortunately they said yes. We met there, and sat in the booth to a small little café. It was raining even worse now, as if it was a sign from Niall, only what was he trying to say?
We all ordered, but stayed quiet. It was Zayn who finally spoke out.
“It’s been a while ey’?”
“I guess so.” I answered. I took a sip of my drink and glanced outside.
“Did any of you go back to the house?” Liam asked. Of course he would, Liam hasn’t changed much. I shook my head along with the rest of them. It seemed as that gave an idea for Harry.
“Don’t you think we should go out there? Tomorrow? And just look around?” he suggested. I thought it was an okay idea. Zayn thought so too but it seems like Liam was hesitant. “Liam, it’s just a look. C’mon. Please?” I plead.
“Alright, we’ll meet at the airport tomorrow alright?”
We all nodded and finished off our coffee. I was looking forward to go tomorrow.
A flash greeted me as I walked to my car in the pouring rain.
*NEXT DAY*
I tapped my foot as I waited for the plane to come. I was sat next to Zayn and it was pretty early for my liking. I don’t know why I was nervous; it was just a visit to a house I did live in. Harry had been here since before I came and we were just waiting for Liam, I hope he didn’t back out. Just then came a rushing Liam with a bag in on hand and ticket in another. I only grinned at his entrance. He sat down next to me taking a huge breath of air. “Rough morning?” I asked patting his back.
“Y-yeah.” He managed out. Zayn chuckled at Liam’s appearance and earned a punch from Liam, yet you could see the small smile on his face.
‘Flight to London, now boarding’ the announcer women said.
Finally, I was tired of this waiting.
**
The plane had landed and we were on our way to the house. From the car window I can tell that it’s still raining, bringing me to my thoughts about yesterday…
I felt the car to a halt along with my thoughts.
Slammed the car door shut as I looked straight at the house in front of me. It seemed so unfamiliar to me, like some strangers’ house. I couldn’t believe all the memories that came back when I walked in the living room. The first few weeks together were weird but I remember how accustomed we got to it. The food fights in the kitchen, Niall yelling saying that it was wasting precious food… I chuckled at that specific memory, yet had a tear or two down my cheek.
I was right, nothing was different, and everything was left the same since Niall’s departure. Still messy in each room, I lingered in both Harry and I’s room, or what used to be. He would come over during some nights, begging to cuddle, or other nights we would be too exhausted from concerts or trips that we would fall right next to each other not minding the others presence. I miss that, when there wasn’t any questioning, drama, just us. The more I thought of it the more I wanted to punch a wall, but I knew the lads were around so I managed to walk into another room without another thought of it. As soon as I saw the brown paper bag with Nandos written on it under my shoe I knew where I was. I looked around his room, carefully inspecting his pictures. I put the one with Niall and the lads down, and went over to a vacant corner. I touched the wooden surface carefully, not wanting to damage the instrument; my fingers lightly touched each chord. I knew how to play but Niall was an expert compared to me. He once told me he was going to teach me. I wiped my tears with my sleeve not looking away from his guitar. I remember those times when we all just broke into song in random moments, or those late nights we had with his music. I was too focused on my sobbing to hear anyone come in.
“Louis? Are you alright?” he asked.
“What? Um yes, I’m fine. Just looking at the old stuff here…”
I kept my gaze away from him trying to control the damn tears, what was I? A 10 year old girl? “I remember Lucy.” He spoke softly.
I looked back at the guitar. Lucy had been the guitar we given him on his birthday last year. She was his favorite and used it all the time. We used to tease him about him giving it a name.
Enough! Louis get yourself back together!
I was too wrapped up in my thoughts to know that Harry had gotten closer. “Yeah, he was very fond of her.” I said.
“What did he say to you? You know, his last words?” Harry said, nervously?
“What did he say to you?” I asked, worried if he saw my nervousness, I could not tell him. He looked at me confused. Damn.
“Louis, I asked you first.” He stated.
Oh no… Should I tell him? No, it’s not a good time. I already lost Niall; I don’t want to lose my Haz. “That I should look after you guys and that he loves us.” I said carefully.
He looked at me carefully, damn it he’s suspicious. “Oh.” He said.
“Oh? You seem disappointed. Is there something else that you expected?” I could be a good actor.
“Actually yes. Something bigger and more important than that. Care to tell?” Well, sometimes. I looked away from him.
Quick! Think of something!
“No, nothing that I can think of.” I spoke, avoiding him once again.
“Louis. Tell me.” he pressed.
“No, it’s between Niall and me. It’s nothing important that you should care about.” I said without realizing it. As soon as I said it, I regret it. I turned to him.
“Louis? Don’t care? Lou, you’re my best mate! We tell each other everything! Or well DID! I don’t know what happened Louis! We were best mates! Basically brothers and you told Niall about your problems instead of me?!” he shouted. I got mad too.
“Best mates?! Some best mate you are! You were all lovely dovey with Zayn to even care about me or anyone else! You’re selfish! You’re a selfish bitch!” I screamed back. I was too furious with him to care that Liam and Zayn had rushed in. I was too close to running at Harry and letting my anger out.
“Really? Me?! You fucking ignored everyone, left us for quite sometime and hurt little Niall! I don’t even know why he forgave you!” Lighting flashed around through every window. I could hear the harsh winds from outside increasing their speed. I had tears down my cheeks, staining my shirt, but I held my ground no matter how much his blows had hurt me.
“He needed someone Harry! I needed someone too! He is as much as a brother as you WERE! He cared for me when you were in your own world with ZAYN! I can’t believe I was friends with you!” I didn’t care anymore. I let out what I felt in my words.
Liam tried to calm me down, unsuccessfully, and Zayn did the same for Harry, HA! Of course!
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he said slowly, I saw his tears, his emotions were shown clearly through his eyes, “I didn’t know! You’ve been lying to all of us! I tried! I asked you and you said you were fine! You turned me down, pushed me away when I wanted to help… Well you know what Louis? I’m done! I’m done with your shit. Fuck you.” He turned but quickly said, “Goodbye!” and walked out.
He walked out.
He. Walked. Out.
Liam went for him but Zayn only stopped him. I stood there shocked. I was frozen. He is leaving and I’m doing nothing about it. His words caught up to me, every and each word was thrown at me and I was left with no shield. All anger was replaced with pain. I will always end with pain and hurt. There was nothing I could do.
Harry had left.
3rd POV
Pelting rain, heavy with winds and the flashes taking over the dark London sky. A car rushing through traffic; its way to the airport. A house, miles away had a man, sobbing on his knees.
The storm continued on through; four men went home the same night, onwards in separate ways. Once together, now apart. They all left the house, empty only by presence, but full of memories. Memories that meant so much, but were treated as if they were useless; only, those special moments meant everything, yet they all left, as if there was nothing there at all.
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Please Don’t Leave
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