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Heart, an amazing organ Scientifically, it is the center of the body. If there is no day, then you cannot continue living.

But psychologically it is the most important symbol. In its beautiful red shape, many feelings are hidden. beauty parts

Pain, memories all blended together into one.

But if one day It's dented?

How can it be complete? When the most important piece is missing And will never come back..

Thank you for the beautiful theme from

O W E N TM.

These stories are dedicated to all the feelings of those who have lost their lives. Whatever it is..

Warm embrace, unique gentle fragrance and soft touch on the lips. The sweet fragrance that lingers on the soft petals of the mouth

and a familiar bright voice

"Harry, wake up."

A small, bright voice sounded softly in his ear and the touch of two pairs of hands holding them together. Emerald eyes slowly opened and a golden light shone in from the window, causing his eyes to hurt. He could see the faint shadow that was now beside him.

When he adjusted the picture, the young man couldn't believe what he saw.

Small body, owner of beautiful brown hair. A prominent nose that lifts up cutely. and the blue eyes that he fell in love with

Louie Tomlinson was giving him a bright smile.

Really Louie Louee..

“Lou, are you back yet?” Harry stared at the other person, unable to believe his eyes.

“Do you miss me?” The little man gave her a wide smile. Reaching out, he touched Harry's face. Fingers smoothed down his cheeks, he rested his face in those small hands. Cuddling up to find warmth

“Miss you the most.” The thin figure grabbed the little man into his arms and placed his lips all over the other's face, who laughed with delight. Hug your thin body as tightly as possible, not allowing even the slightest gap.

Lou is back.

"Don't go anywhere again, Lou. Don't go anywhere again," he whispered softly in my ear. Tighten that embrace, inhale the sweet scent that is familiar from the other party. A hand reached up and stroked the soft hair.

Harry would never let this person go again, not ever again.

"Harry, wake up." A small voice sounded serious. Louie pulled away from him. The warm steam gradually disappeared and smog began to form around it. That sweet face slowly blurred. The light disappeared, replaced by freezing cold and a thick gray mist.

“Wait, Luna, where are you going? Don't go!” He tried to reach out his hand. But Lu again disappeared and only him remained. He's the only one left.

no

Louie!!

The clock says 5:45

The young man opened his eyes. Sweat covered his entire body and his heart beat so fast it hurt. An icy coldness spread over the small bedroom and the surroundings were completely dark. The place beside him was empty and cold.

Harry sat up. Still panting, his eyes slowly swept around the room.

Long legs stepped off the bed. Wipe away the tears that run down your cheeks. Put on a coat Grab the envelope and the lighter and go to the balcony. The morning's chill cut through his thin coat, but he didn't care. He pumped white smoke into his lungs until he was satisfied. His hand gripped the balcony railing so tightly that it hurt, tears slowly started to fill up again..

dream..

Harry dreams again

Harry dreams about Louie a lot.

I don't know how many times. How many times have you continued? How many nights did he see these images when he closed his eyes? He woke up and found himself crying, not knowing how long it had been since Harry had been like this.

As the white paper was about to burn away, he rubbed it against the ashtray on the coffee table next to him. and took another cigarette and put it in his mouth. Light the fire again, blowing out hot, smelly smoke. His thoughts wandered far away. I miss someone who comes to see him almost every night.

Lou, I dreamed of you again.

It's been almost two years.

That I still dream of you like this

A quiet morning with the sound of soft sobs..

Two feet walking down the hallway of a familiar apartment. A tall, slender figure in an office uniform looked businesslike. The face was neutral and did not show any emotion. A slender hand reached out and pressed the button on the elevator at the end of the hallway. After a moment, the elevator arrived. Just as the elevator doors were about to close again, Harry heard a call from outside.

“Please wait! Wait!” Harry immediately pressed the button to open the door.

A figure slipped inside, panting with exhaustion. Documents slipped from his hands and scattered all over the elevator floor. The other party moaned softly and bent down to hold it together.

"thank you very much If it had been anyone else, it would have been closed.” The stranger said to him without looking at each other. Preoccupied with his baggage, Harry didn't mind.

"nevermind A small matter,” he said politely.

Observing the stranger next to him, his bright blonde hair resembled straw. With a thin but strong body with a little muscle, judging by the way he dressed and the many documents. Probably working as a document department or something.

And as soon as the newcomer looked up at him, Harry was almost stunned.

The perfect little face machine. A prominent, beautiful nose with thin, pink lips that look healthy. With eyes..bright turquoise blue Cuts perfectly with the hair.

He was considered a good-looking person, but there was one thing that Harry couldn't stop staring at. It's those eyes.

It's the same shade.

like the same pair

Like Louie's eyes...

"Uh, thank you again. I'm Niall, Niall Horan." His accent sounded out of place. A small hand reached out to him. Bringing Harry back to his senses, he reached out and took his hand, shaking it gently. Still can't take my eyes off.

"I...I'm Harry, Harry Styles," he replied. “Did you just move here? I've never seen you before.”

“Yes, I just moved in last week. Am I that noticeable to know that I just moved?” Niall nodded and gave him a wide smile. While scratching his head to relieve his embarrassment

"It's like that, haha."

The sound of the elevator loudly sounded, indicating that it had reached the bottom floor of the apartment and a thin figure stood awkwardly, refusing to move. Something made Harry not want to leave the elevator.

“Then I'll excuse myself. See you later.” Niall politely turned and nodded his head at him again. and walked away, leaving only the young man standing still and alone.

Why are those eyes It's so much the same.

Both the manner of speaking A little playfulness despite being self-conscious about his physical expression. Scratching your head to relieve embarrassment like that

It's the same.

Niall Horan, why are you so similar to him?

Harry shook his head to regain his senses. Now was not the time to reflect, he was running late. That's the important thing.

A slender hand tightened the strap of his bag and stepped out. Go to a road covered with fallen leaves and walk along the sidewalk to catch the bus to work. as it used to be

“Oh, you're back already?” It was now past 8 p.m. as Harry was about to unlock the key to enter the room. A clear voice sounded from beside him, and Harry turned to the source of the sound. Meet the person who just opened the elevator door this morning, walking in with both hands carrying a paper bag from the department store full of various food items.

His heart was beating strangely..

“Yes, did you just get off work as well?” the young man asked.

“I quit work a long time ago. But I just had a little bit of business to do. By the time I finished, it was already evening. So I took the opportunity to go buy some food,” Niall replied, holding up the bag in his little hand. It's meant to be seen.

“I ate a lot. I bought so many of them,” Harry smiled. and looked at the paper bag It was filled with a variety of food, including fresh produce, dry goods, and other snacks. It was so much that it almost overflowed at the mouth of the bag.

“Actually, I bought it to stock up so that when I want to eat it, I don't have to waste time going out to buy it.” A clear voice replied. made him stop

'I don't like going out, so I'd rather buy a lot and keep them.'

'Buy so much like this, we won't be able to eat it all'

'If I can't finish eating, I have you to help me eat. Anyway, it's all gone.'

'Do you think I ate a lot? Hahaha'

“Sir, Mr. Stiles??”

A white hand waved across his face, calling him to regain consciousness. Blue eyes stared at him, wide-eyed, and a thin figure approached him since he didn't know when. Is he lost here?

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just thinking about something." Harry bowed his head apologetically as his opponent backed away and smiled nonchalantly.

“You've been working hard, so tonight I'd rather let you rest. Get plenty of rest,” a clear voice said to him before bending down to pick up the bag on the floor. Harry then turned and unlocked his own room.

“Wait a minute. Are you staying in this room?” The other person nodded towards his room door. He nodded slightly.

“Wow, then that's really cool. I have a neighbor and I live right next door to you.” The blonde smiled and pointed at the door next to his room.

“Then that's good. If there's anything missing, you can always tell me,” he said.

“Thank you very much. Good night.” Niall walked into the room. Pop out and talk to him again.

“Good night, Mr. Horan,” Harry said, and was about to enter the room as well if he didn't smile again at him and say,

“Please call me Niall. good night"

The door closed softly, leaving only a tall figure still standing there. in front of their room His heart was pounding uncontrollably again. He was standing alone smiling.

But not for long That smile faded, replaced by narrow eyebrows.

Why do they have to be so similar? He doesn't understand at all.

Every action Niall made, every smile, every word reminded him of someone else who had passed away.

Harry didn't understand at all.

The thin 'Harry' was standing in front of a small oven. His face was painted with a gentle smile, his blue eyes sparkling.

He was walking into his apartment, placing his things from work on the chair. The exhaustion from working all day disappeared when he saw another person's face.

'Miss you, Lu.' Harry walked towards his lover, staring at the face he longed for more than anything.

“How are you?” a small voice asked him.

'I, I'm fine'. Surely he's fine? Or are they just words he said just to put the person in front of him at ease? As it always has been

'Good,' Louie gave him a wide smile, clear water slowly rising in her beautiful blue eyes. Harry pulled away.

Why is Louie crying?

A slender hand reached out, hoping to touch the smooth face, but it just brushed past the figure. It was as if the scene in front of him was just a cloud of smoke. Louie's body swayed with the force of his hand.

What is this?

'Lou...why?'

'You're fine, Haz. Really good.' A gray mist began to cover some of his body. The pretty face started to blur but there was one thing that Harry noticed.

Tears streamed down both cheeks.

'Lou, no, no!!' He grabbed the air around him. That warmth is gone. Replaced by a dull haze, darkness gradually obscured everything. He was about to lose Louie again.

And that's when Harry woke up.

Small bouquets of flowers wrapped in soft white mulberry paper, fragrant chocolate muffins rolling around in paper bags at a local dessert shop, two feet walking down the aisle in the late morning. The air around him became colder than before. The trees along the path shed their leaves on the ground, staining the streets of London a beautiful shade of brown.

Tall, dressed in smart clothes, his favorite dark green long-sleeved t-shirt. With skinny jeans and boots His face was adorned with a faint smile, his emerald eyes sparkling with happiness.

The low, rusted iron fence that surrounded one place paled in comparison to the beauty outside. Dull colored stone signs stood all over the place, almost filling the small, peaceful cemetery. The atmosphere of this place seemed to absorb the colors around it. It's all gone.

The long-legged man stopped in front of a white stone slab without a bouquet of dried flowers and bread crumbs on the front. The owner's name was carved in dull gray letters.

                LouisWilliam Tomlinson 

“Hi Louie.”

A wide smile appeared on his face and Harry dropped to his knees on the grass. Focusing on the same letters he had looked at no matter how many times.

"I'm here. Did you miss me?" A deep voice said softly. Hands arrange to discard old, dried bouquets and place new bouquets in their place. Scoop out any crumbs that birds might have eaten. Place the still muffins on the floor.

“Here, I changed the flowers for you. And the same chocolate muffins you liked were still warm. It smells delicious, right?” Harry said, smiling. He sat down fully on his butt, his hands lovingly caressing the cold stone slab.

“How are you? How are you? I'm fine. Did you know that my boss said he'd give me a salary increase? He said I've worked very hard lately. That's good, right?

Now everything is good at our house. I still water the plants that you bought and told me to raise. Now it has grown and is very beautiful. When it blooms, I will take a picture for you to see.”

A deep voice spoke amidst the quiet atmosphere of the holiday, his hands and feet touching the grass as casually as if he were on a picnic. Which it probably is. If he really had someone else sitting next to him

“How are you? I'm sorry I haven't been able to come see you lately. I'm really sorry about this new project that I have to submit. I'm really sorry.” Harry smiled dryly at the cold stone.

The same words that he said no matter how many times, the same smile that he had on the gravestone. The same memories that had never faded had haunted Harry for a long time. And it will probably never fade away.

"You must miss me. You come to see me almost every night."

“Or..or it was me. I miss you.”

Harry didn't know why. Why has lately the dreams, or indeed the memories between him and Louie, come back to him so often from one night, to weeks, from weeks to months, to years, endlessly, looping back and forth like a projection screen? repeatedly

Almost every story, almost every scene, every episode that he and his lover had together turned into a dream that in the end always ended with the other person fading away in such a way that Harry would never find or catch Lou. E can come back.

It's like it reinforces that. Louie is dead.

The dream became brutally violent. Many times he saw little people in hospital beds wearing beanie hats to protect them from the cold because there was no hair left, IV lines and ventilator tubes all over the place.

Many times I dreamed of Louie being wheeled out of sight, leaving him alone. Without him being able to do anything.

Many times, Harry stood and watched as the fine wooden coffin was lowered to the bottom of the grave, accompanied by the sounds of prayers and praise that he would never hear from the grave and stones covering the body of the person he loved so dearly.

Every time he forgets to continue, he wakes up in the middle of the night to find that everything is haunting him. It was discovered that in reality he was as lonely and hopeless as he had been in his dreams.

Louie is really dead. Whether dreaming or waking up

It had been like this for a long time, but Harry had never done anything. Besides letting it be, he allowed himself to dwell on things he knew he would never be able to get back.

He smokes, not because he likes it. It stinks and the smoke stings his eyes, but he inhales the toxic smoke over and over. Because it reminds me of someone who likes rolling white paper so much.

I liked it so much that I had to leave because of it.

I know it's not good. But Harry chose to do it.

“I miss you. I really miss you.” A warm liquid rose up in the beautiful colored glass. It was overwhelming and overflowing. Flowing down the cheek, dripping onto the crisp dry grass. Drop after drop

"Sorry..crying again."

Long-legged turned away from the familiar gravestone. For the past several hours, the young man had just sat there, muttering whatever he could think of. Laughing and smiling at the cold, lifeless marble and before leaving He kissed the few letters on it goodbye.

Harry has always done this. Even though people thought he was crazy, people thought he was obsessed with the past, but he didn't care.

Those people did not become him. Those people will never know..

A thin figure was walking in a large market area in London, carrying a small paper bag in his hand. There was only a loaf of bread and a bottle of milk inside. His eyes looked around. The atmosphere of the flea market is chaotic and cheerful at the same time.

Harry was about to walk out of the market area. But suddenly I heard someone calling out from behind.

"Mr. Stiles, Mr. Stiles."

He looked back. The owner of the voice was seen standing far away waving his arms at him. It's Niall...

He stopped and walked in to meet his new neighbor. who was smiling brightly at him with bags of food piled up at his feet

“Hello, are you here to buy something too?” Niall greeted. Harry looked down at the contents of the bag and couldn't help but smile. Because it was full of food, fresh meat, carrots, spinach, round loaves of bread, chocolate, and so on piled up in the bag.

"Yes, I stopped by to pick up a few things. I'll be back soon," he said.

“Hmm..Did you buy just that? It was just a small bag. Do you have an appointment to go out to eat this evening?” Niall looked at his voice with a hint of doubt.

“Oh, no. That's usually what I eat," Harry said with a smile, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. If it were before, he would eat a large meal almost every evening. The menu is almost never the same. Some are delicious, some are not. But it's the most enjoyable meal. That made Harry rush home almost every day.

Because Louie is there to make it happen..

Since there was no other person around, Harry's survival food was usually just prepared meals or a few slices of bread. He didn't have the heart to make anything to eat or even drag himself out to a restaurant. He doesn't want to do it yet.

“No, even though dinner isn't the most important of the three meals. But you need to eat more than this, just bread and milk are not enough to nourish your body.” Harry opened his mouth to speak.

“Today I bought a lot of things. If you don't mind, would you please try eating dinner that I made for you this evening? Mr. Stiles,” Niall said. His demeanor looked comfortable. But something seemed to make Harry not want to reject this person.

"Uh.....I think."

“Come on, you can't eat only bread for the rest of your life.”

"Then...please help me."

A wide smile appeared on the other's face, his blue eyes bright with joy. Harry looked away from Niall. Not daring to look directly into those light-colored eyes, his heart was pounding hard.

"Then I think we'd better head back. I've just finished shopping." The little man said as he carried his luggage to his chest and walked ahead. Walk along the main walkway. Heading back to the apartment Harry followed along to help carry the bags of food, earning a laugh and a thank you from the blonde.

By the time we got back to the apartment, it was almost dark and the freezing cold was spreading everywhere.

"You can go rest in your room first. I'll call you when dinner is almost ready," a strange accent said to him before the other person unlocked the room with Harry standing beside him holding a bag of food.

“Let me go help you, I'm afraid it'll make you worse,” he said.

“Oh, no. Every once in a while I have guests over for dinner. There's no need to be considerate at all. As for helping, it doesn't matter. I propose that you come. I have to do it myself,” Niall said. and turned to smile at him

Harry's heart skipped a beat again.

"You go get some rest, I'll see you at dinner." The other nodded and headed towards his room. Harry thanked him again in advance and went to unlock his room just as the other disappeared into the room.

The air in the room was warm because there was no cold wind outside. The lights in the room were dark. The slender figure took off his long-sleeved shirt. With only a t-shirt left inside, he was about to walk into the kitchen and put the bread bag away. But he stumbled upon something on the floor of the room.

An envelope addressed to Mr. Stiles from the bank.

BoE

Without even opening it to read, he carelessly tossed it onto the coffee table in the middle of the room. He went to take care of his personal business and grabbed a pack of cigarettes and took out a cigarette. Sitting and looking at the white envelope with his name carefully printed on it.

Invoice letter from the bank..

All this time, Harry wasn't in debt because he didn't overspend. Or if he had, he would have gotten the money to pay it back quickly, but because something happened that completely changed his life.

Over forty thousand pounds was spent on medical expenses.

Chemo cost

Radiotherapy cost

Surgery cost

Room charge

ICU

and funeral expenses..

He took out a lot of debt in an attempt to save someone's life, in an effort to restore someone's health. Trying to save someone's life so they can wake up another day.

But it's useless.

In the end, his lover left and never came back again.

Over the past year, the burden of debt weighed heavily on him every month, and his meager salary was barely enough to make it back. But Harry was forced to endure it.

Ironically, when Louie was sick He worked himself to death. But the boss only gave him a small raise, but when Louie left, he promoted him and increased his salary, which he barely needed now.

Because it's too late now, even if you have hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars, it's meaningless.

I don't know how long Harry sat there without lifting the lit cigarette in his finger. Letting it burn until it was gone, his eyebrows furrowed as his both temples ached. Strangely, this time, there were no tears flowing. Instead, it became a constricting tension in my heart.

When I realized that the faint glow from the window had darkened. Only dark purple lines were left on the horizon. Just in time, there was a knock at the door.

Harry regained his senses and stood up and walked over to look at the peephole in the door and it appeared on the smiling face of his roommate. That's Niall..

The door opened and a small figure in a shirt with rolled up sleeves and a blue apron stood smiling at him.

“Dinner is almost ready. If you are ready, please come. I cooked with all my skill." A soft voice spoke to him. Harry nodded slightly. He tried to smile in response but it looked like it was more of a shy smile. Fortunately, the other party didn't think anything of it.

He followed into Niall's room, a small living room decorated in warm creams and browns. The living room is the center, with only a coffee-colored sofa and a small wooden table. There are few decorations, but it looks warm and comfortable. The air is filled with the aroma of butter and roasted meat.

When stepping into the small kitchen that is installed in the room, there are few kitchen appliances like in a normal apartment. The small oven gave off a mouth-watering aroma with butter-roasted vegetables placed in a large bowl. He walked in and grabbed a container from the cabinet and put it away.

“Today's menu is roast beef and vegetables. I tried to do my best. Not sure how delicious it will be Anyway, try eating it.” Niall smiled shyly, raising his hand to scratch his head.

“It smells so delicious, I think it must be delicious, haha,” Harry laughed. He only realized that the pain in his temples and furrowed eyebrows had disappeared and the laughter just now seemed to be real laughter.

“Not sure, I cook it myself and eat it myself almost every day. It's getting used to. But I'm sure other people won't eat it, hahaha.” Niall laughed a bit, bending down to turn on the oven. Check the food inside

"I think it's time for dinner."

The next few hours were when Harry thought he laughed the most in years.

The two sat down to eat in the kitchen. The small preparation table was beautifully arranged with a large plate of roast beef. Juicy mashed potatoes with gravy and roasted vegetables with sweet butter All of which the room owner cooked himself.

The meal was as simple as a family meal but filled with a strange feeling that had never existed before.

Niall was a great host, telling Harry joke after joke, always refilling drinks and asking questions. And the taste of this meal was amazing.

“Have you ever eaten snails? They're a famous French food,” Niall asked.

“I think just seeing it on the plate made me feel full hahaha.” He laughed and couldn't stop listening to himself. It was more like listening to other people laugh than the sound of him laughing. It sounded like he didn't. Been doing it for a long time.

“And you, Niall, where did you move from? Why are you in London?”

“I'm from Ireland. I moved here for work. The company I work for has many branches, so I had to move here..” Blue eyes met his. It flickered slightly, turning into someone else's eyes that were a very similar shade.

He was eating dinner with a little person in their small living room. White snow falling in the dark through the large window was a beautiful view. The TV turned on the news channel. It showed many people walking down a gift shop street crowded with parents buying gifts for their children. The church sings songs to celebrate important festivals.

'Merry Christmas, Haz,' a small voice said. With a soft kiss on the lips.

“......And I think London is a very beautiful place. I really like the London Eye. It's like another symbol of London.” A soft voice called him out of his trance. Harry blinked. Trying to regain consciousness.

“Oh, yes,” he blurted out stupidly. Which Niall probably saw.

“What's wrong with you? You look so lost just now. What are you thinking about?” the other asked, leaning towards him slightly.

“Oh, not at all. I'm just a little tired. Niall, if you don't mind. Can I ask you something?" He tried to change the subject.

“Why did you buy so much food? I know you bought it to stock up. But most of them are fresh and they don't last long before they go bad,” Harry asked. He really didn't want to get into anyone's personal business, but he was more afraid that Niall would ask too many questions about him.

Hearing the question from the person in front of him, he leaned back slightly. Two hands clasped together, those eyes lowered, refusing to make eye contact like they usually do.

“Oh..that story. I usually buy it like this. I eat it all or not, depending on whether I'm diligent in cooking it or not." The other party laughed, but it was a laugh that Harry could tell was a cover-up. With a dry smile that seems like there's something hiding it

“But if you come and have dinner with me often, I might just run out of the stuff I bought,” Niall said, smiling a little. This time it was a sad but sincere smile. I don't know why, but Harry could tell that the other person was trying his best to befriend him.

And Harry liked himself around Niall as well.

Several hours had passed and the two of them were still sitting at the small table in the kitchen. The stories of Ireland flowed through the words of the straw-haired man and the childhood joys of the children from out of town. who moved to London many years ago

He told many stories that he had gone through except one.

It's Louie's story.

Turning to look at the clock, he realized that it was almost 10:00 p.m. Harry then excused himself and Niall stood at the door.

“Thank you for this meal and for all the fun,” he said as he reached out his hand to shake it loosely.

“Thank you for being my dining companion as well.” The small figure gave him a wide smile.

"Then good night tonight."

"Good night, Mr. Stiles."

Before Niall closed the door He blurted out,

"Harry, call me Harry."

The closing door of the room suddenly stopped. and opened it slightly to reveal only the bright face of the man with the sky blue eyes.

"Good night, Harry."

The night air was cold at the end of the year, but the young man felt incredibly warm. It spread through every pore. He didn't know if it was because of the hot tea he drank after the meal. Because of the delicious food Or because of the smile of someone who smiled at him just now?

The warm water flowing through his body was not as warm as the happy expression of someone who was happy when he was told to call him by his first name.

Favorite long sleeve shirt It didn't wrap him around as comfortably as that soft voice that told him funny stories.

Bed with thick blanket It didn't make him as happy as the few hours before.

Just as Harry was about to fall into slumber. A heavy lump suddenly appeared in his chest. Green eyes widened and his hands were cold.

And what about Louie?

Where did he put that person?

Harry is letting someone else take Louie's place.

This room was his and Louie's.

The shirt he was wearing was the one that Louie had chosen for him.

This bed belongs to both of them.

But now Harry was going to allow someone to take the place of the person he loved most.

cannot..

Absolutely not..

The warmth that had been there was now replaced by the coldness of his own body. The feeling of relief was replaced by a heavy thought that was pressed like a stone on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Louie loved him and he loved Louie. Harry would never forget this. And he promised Promise to be here With Louie forever

Harry must not give in to Niall. Or whoever moved into the same spot where Louie was.

Don't be soft-hearted..don't be soft-hearted, Stiles.

You can't be soft-hearted with this person….

“I will stay here. And it will be forever,” were the last words that fell from his mouth before he fell asleep. A clear liquid soaked into the thick eyelashes.

For the past several days he hadn't seen Niall again.

In fact, Harry rushed out of his apartment early every morning. and returned to the room when the sky was completely dark and he arrived at the office first. Go for a walk outside after work until late at night. To agree to go home

So that he doesn't have to meet that person again, or at most, stay as far away as possible.

The more distance he got from Niall, the more calm he would be.

But strangely, that is not the case at all.

As the days passed, he became more confused. Every time he steps into the elevator Harry would think of a person calling out to him to stop waiting, every time he went to the market he would see a little figure trying to carry bags of food that no matter what, he would never eat it all.

But on the other hand, the dreams from the past became more violent and the worse moments came back to haunt him almost every time he closed his eyes. Not just at night, just during that short nap. Louie always came back to him.

In waking life, he thought of Niall. In his sleep, he saw Louie.

Over and over again

“Louie, I'm so tired.”

The first snow in late November falls lightly. The seasons change with the streets filled with brown leaves. Replaced with clean white fluff, children played in the snow in the backyard. Grown-ups sit and sip hot tea by the fireplace in the house. Elders tell old stories to their children and grandchildren.

A young man was sitting on the cold snow. In front of the white stone sign, two cold paper coffee cups were left free in front of the hole. Not diminished in the slightest, a single bright red rose stood side by side.

"I don't know what to do. I don't want it to be like this."

Harry lit a cigarette and closed his eyes as the nicotine shot through his body, but inside he didn't feel good about it.

“I met..a person. He has something You know, he..he makes me feel something. That's strange, I don't know what it is. But the longer the day It became clearer.”

“He's a lot like you....Louie.”

“But I have you. I have you. I don't want that person to take your place.”

“I promised you that I wouldn't go anywhere, but now that person is making it harder. What should I do, Lu..” His lips were dry and cracked from the cold, and the corners of his mouth stretched into an extremely mocking smile. ridicule everything Mock this world. mocking himself

“Sir, what are you going to do?”

And like every time in the past, silence never once gave him an answer..

“Today I will go first. I'll come see you later. Good night, Lu."

A slender hand touched his lips and reached out to touch the gray letters. Caressed along the carved grooves in the stone. and got up and walked out

And suddenly a voice called out to him from behind.

“Harry”

The gleam of straw-colored hair and the figure of a familiar figure standing at the door of a nearby church. Waving his hand, he turned to look at him and walked quickly towards him. The person Harry had been trying to avoid for so long. But he ended up forgetting that this was a public place. Plus it's the weekend. It wasn't unusual for Niall to see him around here.

“I haven't seen you in a long time, I thought you'd disappeared somewhere.” A small hand lifted up and ruffled his light-colored hair. His lips split into a wide, happy smile.

“Uh, I have a lot of work at the company lately, so I'm back a little late.” The young man stood and took off his weight. He didn't dare look directly into the other's eyes. Harry was afraid that Niall would find out that he was lying.

“So? I'm really tired. Today you have a day off. Are you coming to church?” the little one asked.

"Oh, yes, but I saw that they had finished praying so I was about to leave but I ran into you," Harry replied. At the same time, he felt that Niall was looking at him strangely, suspiciously. Which means Niall probably doesn't believe it.

“What a shame. Do you have an appointment to go somewhere today? If you don't mind, I'd like to treat you to another lunch. I heard that a few blocks away there is a really good fast food place. Why don't you go try it out?" The tone was completely inviting. Harry hesitated, and then...

Croak....

My stomach growls..

Niall tried to hold back his laughter while Harry couldn't help but blush until his face heated up. He hasn't eaten anything since morning, and he hasn't drunk a drop of the coffee he bought. Plus it's almost noon already.

I don't know why Harry smiled at the expression of the little person in front of him..

“Come on, your stomach can't say no to me,” Niall smiled again and walked ahead of Harry to the bus stop not too far away.

Will it be good to go?

“The bus is coming soon! Think carefully, Harry,” a clear voice with an Irish accent called out in the distance, just as the desired bus was approaching.

Come on, just eat another meal.

Slender legs trotted towards each other as the bus came to a stop at the stop. The two of them stepped up and headed towards the restaurant where they would have lunch together.

Nando’s  Flame-Griled Chiken Restaurant

Roast chicken wasn't Harry's favorite food, but he felt like there was something different about it this time.

Niall was someone whose food looked delicious in every bite. From the moment they got off the bus, Harry noticed that his eyes lit up when he arrived at the famous grilled chicken restaurant and hurriedly dragged him inside. Shop quickly

The menu was dazzled. He ordered almost everything on the menu and when the food arrived He happily ate it, shaking off the shy, neat-looking youth and becoming a completely different person.

While eating, Harry didn't know why but he really couldn't keep his eyes from looking at the other person.

This little man seemed very happy and cheerful in almost every way he acted. There was something about this man that made Harry relaxed when he was around him. He could just let everything flow without worrying about it. How will the other party view him?

In fact, Harry's meal was not incredibly delicious, but he was happy in a way he hadn't had in a long time.

After finishing the meal, the two lingered in the restaurant. Niall ordered ice cream to snack on while Harry ordered iced coffee to enjoy.

“It's winter, but you drink iced coffee, so Harry doesn't get cold, does he?” said the little man, shoveling the dessert into his mouth.

“I like iced coffee. It's refreshing to drink. If it's cold, I'll just put on an extra shirt,” he replied.

'What kind of person likes to drink iced coffee even though it's this cold?'

'Well, I like this, it's cool and refreshing.'

'Strange father Eat until you freeze and die, I don't know.'

'It's not cold because if I'm cold I'll just hug you, easily'

'Crazy! I'd rather go than freeze to death.'

'Louie, don't be upset, haha.'

blink once Niall was staring intently at him, leaning up from his chair. That white face was so close that it was shocking that the blue eyes didn't move away.

“Uh...what is it?” Harry gasped, moving his face away from the other person. A wry smile appeared on his lips.

“I think you're lazy, Harry,” said the man in front of him.

“So..what do you say?”

“I've noticed many times that sometimes you feel like you've slipped into some private world. You'll suddenly frown and become completely silent. What's wrong?" Niall said.

“Uh, it's nothing. I've been a little stressed about work lately. Once the project is submitted, it will be better.” Harry said as he picked up his coffee mug and sucked it hard. Try not to make direct eye contact with the other person.

“If there's anything you're uncomfortable with, You can tell me everything. Even though I can't help But at least you got to let it out.”

'If there's something uncomfortable, just say it. I can't help it. But I can always listen to you, Haz.'

“I'm really okay. Niall, if you're not going anywhere today I have a place I'd like to take you to that I'm sure you'll like.” The young man stood up from the checkout table and the employee without letting the little man leave for a second and walked in front of him out of the store.

“I'll see you at five o'clock today. I will take you there myself.”

Actually, Harry didn't know what he was thinking at the time.

He just wanted to repay Niall for treating him to dinner that day.

He didn't think he'd make himself feel this way.

The bus stops right on the edge of London's main river. The water surface began to freeze because of the cold. White fluffy snow kept falling down. The park was full of people and the lights on the trees looked beautiful.

A giant Ferris wheel stood tall, spinning slowly and lazily. Accompanied by the music that can be heard in the distance.

The small figure looked extremely pleased, grabbed his arm and joined him in line to board the London Eye. His white face smiled wide like a child's, which he couldn't help but smile along with.

A view of the city opens up as you reach the top, with the Big Ben clock tower telling the time in the distance. The bridge over the river spans a long stretch of traffic, moving so fast that you can only faintly see it. Looking down, it seemed like the world was only a tiny fraction of what was left.

Harry tried to put everything behind him, now he was repaying Niall's good feelings for him, now he was bringing Niall to do what he really wanted to do, he couldn't ignore the pictures. that piles up almost every minute

He once confessed his love for another person here, right here, on the highest peak of this Ferris wheel..

Afterwards, he took the little man to a restaurant and bar. Harry didn't really like drinking, but since it was close to the festival, So he wanted to let himself go. This shop is considered one of his favorite shops.

The somber atmosphere inside the building with jazz music playing in the background helped to soothe the mood. After eating, the two of them ordered alcoholic drinks to drink and watched the lights going on at night.

As time passed, the alcohol entered his veins, combined with the smell of cigarette smoke that others had lit, it made him drowsy even faster, but he didn't care.

“Thank you for bringing me along and for treating me,” Niall said as he raised his glass to his lips, his voice slurring even though he had only had a few beers.

“It's okay. Consider it compensation for feeding me two meals. This is very small.” He shrugged. and raised the glass to take a sip Clear liquid like water flows down the throat. A bitter taste spread throughout the mouth.

"What are you drinking, Harry? It's like water," the other man asked, his eyes staring at a jar filled with a clear liquid that was almost half empty.

“Oh, vodka. It's a type of liquor. It's quite strong. Do you want to try it?” He raised his hand and called out to the waiter, asking for another shot glass. And poured the drink over, wiped the lemon juice and salt off the glass, and handed it to Niall.

A small hand took it and lifted it up to sniff, downing it all into his mouth in one go. His white face distorted as he swallowed. Harry laughed at the other's antics.

"It's very strong. How can you drink this much and not get drunk?"

"I'm a stiff person. I'm a bit dizzy, but I'm not drunk at all. Vodka, when you first drink it, it's very bitter, but when you swallow it, it smells good in your throat," he said, waiting for his reaction. Opposite person

Niall was silent for a moment and began to lick his tongue. His white face became red because of the alcohol poisoning.

"Hmm...it's delicious, I like it," said the little man. Harry laughed. and poured another glass for Niall

one..

two..

three..

four...

He could admit he was wrong about letting Niall drink that thing soon.

Harry was now half-carrying, half-dragging a small body up to Niall's room, a drunk Niall who was barely conscious, giggling in his ear. The narrow corridor in the apartment was so dark he could barely see. Or because he was starting to feel dizzy as well, I don't know.

He searched the other person's bag for the room key and unlocked it chaotically. and dragged Niall inside.

The lights in the room were off and Harry could faintly see the sofa. He tried until he got it. and put Niall down Take off your jacket. He assumed the most comfortable position and sat on the floor, panting. Who would have thought that a small body could be this heavy?

The other party was barely conscious. Harry would have to apologize profusely tomorrow. He didn't know that the other party would be so soft-hearted. In fact, just a few glasses of beer would be enough.

Once he had finished reassuring Niall, the young man was about to pack up his things and return to his room. I stood up and went to the door, but because of the aching temples I had to sit down again.

Drunkenness was taking its toll on him.

Can't get up and can't go anywhere.

When observing around the room, this room looks very warm and comfortable to the eyes. It was so comfortable that I didn't want to get up and go anywhere, and my eyelids became heavier and heavier.

It probably won't hurt to take a nap. I'll go back to my room later..

Harry..Harry

The gray mist that obscured the view moved away to reveal four white marble slabs standing tall on top of a tall mountain with slender legs trying to climb up to the top. in order to reach the stone slab

A soft blinking sound emanated from it, the small voice of a man calling out to him. His voice sounded sad and hopeless, like he was about to cry.

His hands dug into the rock, trying to pull himself up higher.

Harry..

He kicked himself up from the rock he had stepped on and grabbed onto a branch that was sticking out. It's already close to the top. Just a little more, just a little more..

Why are you doing this?

The young man was stunned, why did the sad tone change? It turned into a clearly expressed complaint, tinged with anger and weakness.

Why did you do this?

The branch snapped and he fell into the darkness below. The gray mist returned again, absorbing everything in him, everything, leaving nothing behind. besides the dark

Green eyes widened and he was startled. The darkness still remains. Harry blinked again and again and his rapid breathing slowly slowed.

He was still in his friend's apartment next door when he looked closely. Saw a small figure lying on the sofa opposite him, breathing evenly, indicating that the other party was still fast asleep. It's probably time for Harry to return. Tomorrow he will come and apologize nicely to Niall.

Grabbing his shoulder bag and jacket, he prepared to get up and leave the room, but he forgot his cell phone.

Harry felt his way back to the sofa, remembering that he had placed it on the small wooden table. Trying to search through the darkness, he didn't want to turn on the light. Because he was afraid Niall would wake up first.

Finally found it. Harry put it in his pocket and prepared to turn to leave again, but his eyes caught something.

In the darkness, a white picture frame the size of a palm stood, reflecting light. It was upside down on the table, as if someone had overturned it. It hasn't been dropped or the stand broken in any way.

The young man hesitated, should he interfere in Niall's personal matters? Would it be too egotistical?

But in the end, curiosity won out..

A slender hand slowly picked up the picture frame and looked at the face of someone smiling at the camera.

Two men stand side by side against the background of a bright sky. Smiling happily, the two appeared to have taken this photo by themselves. because it was so close that only his face could be seen

The first man was a tall man with short, dark brown hair. With dark eyes that Harry couldn't tell what color they were. Smiling until his eyes squinted and his beard grew thin, looking good. He is the person holding the camera. While the other person is in your arms

A small man with bright blonde hair. Smiling and looking at the other person's face in the form of clear blue eyes with a bright gleam. Thin lips pulled into a happy smile.

That person is Niall..

“That's Liam.”

Harry was startled, looking in the direction of the voice to see Niall opening his eyes and looking at him. His face was neutral and did not show any signs of the smile that he normally saw. This time it was completely gone.

"Uh..I'm sorry for being presumptuous. I thought-"

“It's okay, I thought I'd tell you a long time ago,” the person in front of him said. and pushed himself up to sit with both hands pressed together. His eyes focused on the picture in Harry's hand.

“Liam is a good-looking guy. Friendly to everyone and very kind.

We work at the same company, he is the head of human resources. As for me, I am a subordinate in his sangkat. We've worked together for many years, Liam is a great worker. Never had a single glitch. He takes care of everything for me.

We decided to move in together. Liam had a small townhouse on the outskirts of town. We have one car that we saved up money to buy and have some savings. We have everything a person needs in life.”

A faint smile appeared on his white, strange-looking face. A laugh rose up his nose, as if he was mocking himself.

“Liam is a person who likes to cook. All the food he makes is delicious. He even taught me how to make it. I can eat some of it, some of it I can't, but he will always praise it as delicious. Haha.” A clear liquid filled the light-colored glass unit. That smile hasn't gone anywhere.

Niall lowered his head, silent for a moment, then raised it again, his brows furrowed as if he was trying to hold back his emotions, but now tears were streaming down his face.

“That day, the two of us went out to watch a movie in the city. It was a very cold day and it was raining. On the way back, the two of us bought a lot of snacks and prepared to take them home to eat and enjoy, but..”

Niall's voice trailed off as he swallowed and tried to speak.

“The fog was thick and Liam kept driving through it. Then another car came rushing in the opposite direction..”

Tears fell on the wooden table. Harry looked up to find a blue glass that was barely shattered.

Niall wasn't sobbing. There was no moaning but tears overflowing from the eyes. And it flowed down slowly, drop by drop, without thinking of cutting it off.

Thin lips spread into a twisted smile, nasal laughter sounded again.

“Three weeks later I woke up in my room.

ICU

His collarbone was shattered and his ribs pierced his right lung. But I still managed to survive.” Niall shrugged nonchalantly, shook his head slightly, and continued.

“But Liam..he didn't even come to the hospital.”

Both hands came up to cover his face, a loud gasp escaped him as if he was trying so hard not to let Harry see.

“I still have doubts. Why couldn't it be me who died?"

Harry was silent. He didn't move. Instead, he stared deeply into the other's eyes that were shattered to the point of fineness. The hands on his sides were as cold as ice, and his shoulder muscles contracted.

“I wake up every day. It was like a dream that Liam might actually be overseas on business and coming back to me. But when he blinked again, it disappeared. There's only me left.”

“To this day, I still want him to come back and taste the food I made, it's much more delicious.”

And then there was the petite young man that Harry had always thought was the brightest. It turned out to be just a mask that hid the identity of a broken person.

Not different from him at all.

Niall is no different from him when an important part of his life disappears. The remaining part must continue on, no matter how fragmented it may be.

The sun rose on the horizon this morning, but the thin figure was still sitting in a small chair in his room. I don't want to move anywhere, I don't want to say anything to anyone. I don't want to do anything.

Last night, after the confession came out of his roommate's mouth, Harry learned a secret Niall never thought he'd know before, both about what the other person had experienced and how they felt. Trying to smile in front of people But actually it's not.

Harry knew why Niall had bought so much food. To try to remember someone who will never come back to eat.

Harry knew why Niall had moved from Ireland simply to escape his feelings. But it became even more evident when she met someone who was so much like Liam.

Which is him..

The night ended with him letting Niall rest, and when he returned to his room, Harry's almost identical stories came back to haunt him.

Every item in this room is a reminder of someone else.

The small photo in his wallet still brought a smile to his face.

His favorite brand of cigarette was lit after cigarette, cloudy smoke floating throughout the bedroom as his lungs couldn't take in any more toxins.

Harry feels good about Niall. He hasn't denied it since Niall came into his life. He seemed to have his identity back. He smiled in a way that he hadn't done in a long time. He laughed in a way that he never thought he would be able to laugh again. It was like he had returned to his normal life again.

But Louie is already a part of his life as well..

He loves Louie and his love hasn't changed but at the same time he has feelings for Niall..

I can't choose. No matter what I do, I can't choose..

His eyelids became heavy as the bright light of the sun hit his eyes. He barely slept all night. Plus, a severe headache made his eyelids heavy.

And Harry fell asleep again.

“Hash...”

“Hazza” the thin figure opened her eyes. He was sitting in the same chair in his room. The bright light indicated that it was almost noon, and snow was falling through the window onto the ground. The weather is colder than before.

A voice calling his name came from across from him and Harry turned towards the source of the sound. And he had to gasp.

A small man dressed in a nice denim jacket. clean white t-shirt And the tights were smiling at him. A familiar face that conveys happiness and longing, dark brown hair and clear blue eyes that sparkle in the sunlight.

Louie..

This time there was no gray mist, no faint whispers. There are no pictures from the past. There was no blindingly bright white light, only him and the person in front of him.

“What, Haz doesn't remember me anymore?”

Harry blinked, unable to believe his eyes that his lover was already in front of him.

“Louie..”

“Yes, it's me.” The other party laughed again. His shocked expression sounded like a clear, clear laugh that hadn't been there in a long time. It sounded in his ears.

“Master, are you looking for me again?”

Louie's smile faded, leaving Harry with a feeling of pity and longing from the deepest depths.

“Actually, I don't. That's not me, Harry. No, I don't want you to see me die every night. You should know about that.” Louie spread his hand slightly. Harry closed his eyes.

“As I came today, I have some questions I would like to ask you.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“So..what do you say..”

The small figure frowned, walking slightly closer to him. and knelt down to look at his face clearly. A wry smile appeared on his lips and his eyebrows furrowed as if he didn't understand. An expression like one of pity

“How could you do this and let sadness hurt you this much? I really don't understand.

I left, but I never wanted you to feel guilty about that. You did nothing wrong, Harry. But you chose to let this sadness consume you until you were like this, letting everything hurt you all the time.

You let the fear of me haunt you every night and let yourself dwell on a past you knew you shouldn't have.”

Blue eyes shimmering with tears, Harry wanted to reach out and wipe them away, but he was afraid that if he touched Louie the other side would disappear. Like every time

The picture in front of us looked so real, it was as if this time it wasn't a fake dream like in the past. But he was still afraid.

“But I left you to die, Lu. I didn't do anything. I don't keep my promise.”

The little man shook his head and spoke to him.

“You have taken care of me since I was fine. You have done everything to make me happy. Until one day when I was sick, you were willing to do everything to help me heal. Try without thinking about yourself. Never left me alone, you know? You haven't left me at all. You fulfilled every promise.”

"Stay with me until the last moment. You kept every promise, Harry. Thank you."

Warm liquid flowed from the corners of the beautiful pair of eyes, reflecting the bright light. In the daytime, the air seemed warmer than before when this person was with him.

Harry's eyes were hot and he didn't try to hold back the tears. But let it flow down in streams

“I have another question.”

"You like him, don't you, Harry?"

Harry stopped and looked at Louie in shock. The other party was smiling at him. Only a smile was all Louie had to offer. and is waiting for an answer from him

But he didn't know...he really didn't know how he felt about Niall.

He feels good, yes. But he didn't know if it was love or if Niall was just someone who came in when he was weak. And Harry came in when Niall was weak as well, like the two of them came in as the missing pieces of each other.

But he doesn't want to leave Louie anywhere, he doesn't want anyone else. Who took the place?

After waiting in silence for a long time, Louie sighed and spoke.

“Are you confused? You don't know how to feel, right?” The little man shook his head slightly. “I'll tell you, fool, try opening your mind.”

“Open your mind?”

“Yes, think about it. How happy are you when you have him beside you? No matter how loud you laugh, try to forget that you're afraid. Forget everything. And just imagine how you feel.”

Happy...feeling fulfilled

That was the only thing Harry felt but..

“Don't feel guilty, don't worry about anything. I'm not angry I don't regret it. But I'm happy that you might finally find someone who can make you happy again.

It's not your fault if you feel good about someone. It's not your fault if you have someone. Don't pity me. I'm just someone who isn't here anymore but you still have to stay. No matter what, you must live without me.

No one can replace anyone. Harry, he and I, we are different people, and we both love you. But you have to make a choice: stay with what will never be possible or try to start over with what is waiting in front of you.”

Louie still smiled a sad smile. and be happy at the same time..

“Don't stop your heart if you love him. Don't hesitate to be happy.”

“I won't go away as long as you miss me. But it's not about chasing me back or trying to hurt myself. I will always be with you as long as you don't forget me.”

Tears fell onto the soft carpet and Harry wiped them from his face again and again. But it flowed down again, the image in front of me blurred by a veil of tears. There was only someone else's warm voice that sounded in my ears, a faint smile that could not go away through the tears.

A small hand reached out to him as soon as it touched the young man's body. It didn't fade into smoke, it was warm with real flesh and blood. We can really touch each other.

Strong arms pulled the little man into his embrace, holding his thin body close. Bury your face in the small shoulders that hold him as well. Inhaling the faint, bitter aroma that only Louie could possess.

“Thank you, Lou. Thank you.” His hoarse voice was muffled as he spoke. Harry didn't want to break away from this embrace because he knew it would be the last time, forever..

“Hey, it's okay. Crying like this is not handsome at all.” A small hand reached out and stroked her long, curly brown hair, twisting it into twists like she liked to do. The other hand rubbed back and forth on the strong back. Warm breath brushed against his neck.

"I love you, Lu. I love you."

“I love you too.”

"Harry, you can love someone else."

Green eyes opened. He felt the wetness on his face and found tears streaming down his face.

The thin figure pushed himself up and sat on the chair. It was almost noon now. Bright sunlight streamed into the apartment, the coldness in the room should have made Harry chill. But no, he felt something warm embracing him.

The small room seemed strangely bright. The gloomy atmosphere that had always been there had faded, leaving only a comfort that could not be explained. The surrounding air was laced with a bitter and cold fragrance that hadn't been smelled in a long time, and a trace of warmth spread throughout his body.

The heavy lump in Harry's heart disappeared, it disappeared completely. no headache There is no tension, only relaxation.

A smile lit up his thin lips. Tears were still flowing but Harry Styles was smiling happily.

Louie...thank you.

The hardest step starts from here.

The young man was standing awkwardly in the doorway next to him, not knowing what to do when the little courage he had gathered disappeared and his hands were sweaty. No matter how much you wipe it on your sweater, it won't get rid of it.

He gulped as he tried to regain his composure. His hand rose, ready to knock on the door, but he was stopped when his lungs suddenly popped up again.

Two days ago, Harry walked out of Niall's room while leaving the other man, who was hungover, to rest. with the confession of feelings that the person who just told him

And now he has the answer to everything.

Come on..

Harry stretched his chest, ready to knock on the door, but just as his fist was about to hit the wood of the door, It opened before it was the body of a small person with straw-colored hair. Dressed in full winter clothes. He held a shoulder bag and looked at him in shock.

"Uh...Hi." Harry's voice was raspy and didn't sound like his own. The blue eyes looked confused for a moment and those pink lips responded.

“Hi.”

Silence..no one said anything, the most uncomfortable few seconds in the world passed. So he was the first to clear his throat.

“Are you going outside?”

“Oh, yes, I was going to go get some coffee,” Niall replied, raising his hand to scratch his head. Small shoulders lifted indifferently.

“Uh, if you don't mind. Please let me go with you.” He was sweating all over his hands. He frantically tried to wipe it away. But the other party doesn't seem to care. and raised a little smile

"okay"

“Then I'll come right away. Just a moment, please.” A dry smile appeared as he received permission. and ran to grab a thick coat and scarf and the bag he carried from the room quickly followed the little person waiting at the elevator.

The last month of the year brings cold weather. The air is sub-zero, causing everyone who goes outside to cover up to protect themselves from the cold. The snow is thick on the streets of London. The scenery around us looked white and clean.

Today, a light snowfall made the entire landscape look beautiful. Ice clings to the tops of streetlight poles; hymns and joyful songs can be heard coming from gift shops.

Two cups of hot coffee dwindled by more than half as a light figure invited another person to sit on a long bench on the side of the road.

It was late afternoon and Harry sipped the smooth brown liquid down his throat as he tried hard to find something to say to the little person who had been quiet the whole way.

“It's a nice evening today.”

“Um, yes.”

“There's so much snow that the kids must have fun skiing.”

“That's it...”

All sorts of stupid words fell out of Harry's mouth and he wanted to bury his head in the snow and die. Because now his face was burning with embarrassment.

After a long silence, this time it was Niall who spoke up first.

“Harry, have you ever cut your hand with glass?” The light-colored soul looked into the distance as he questioned. His expression was neutral, like he was asking casually, but there was clearly tension in his voice.

“I used to.”

“I did too. It hurt so bad that piece of glass was embedded in my skin,” Niall grinned. and raised their glasses, still refusing to meet his eyes. “Then I did the funniest thing in the world. I put a bandage on it in case it would heal on its own one day.”

The other person lowered his head and his small feet brushed against the white snowy ground.

“But I didn't pull out the broken glass.”

Harry was silent. He knew what Niall meant but he didn't dare say anything right now.

“Until the wound became inflamed. It spread everywhere. By the time I knew I should remove it, it was almost too late and it had turned into a huge wound that never seemed to heal.”

“But one day Someone came and undid the bandage and slowly pulled out the broken glass bit by bit. Until one day, it finally came off.” This time, the other party turned and looked at him. With a look that Harry couldn't read, he looked back. His body was ridiculously stiff.

Because just a moment ago he was sure that Niall was referring to him.

“I didn't mean to embarrass you, but I wanted to tell you how I feel. If I made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry.” The small figure bowed his head slightly in apology, a shy smile appearing on his face that was starting to turn red from frostbite. A hand rose up to lightly scratch the back of his neck.

Harry watched the behavior of the people next to him trying to relieve their embarrassment with various expressions.

Then he smiled..

“Niall”

"yes?"

“I have some stories I want to tell you.”

“What is the matter?”

Harry chuckled. He turned his head to look at the sky and the snow had stopped falling. The thick mist now appears to have lightened. And if he looked closely, he was sure he could see a bright blue sky.

Harry didn't know if the dream that day was really Louie's or if it was his subconscious. But whether it is true or not remains to be seen. He has already chosen.

No matter what the result will be this time. I'd like to take a chance and see.

The young man took a deep breath, taking in the freshness that filled his lungs. He closed his eyes, thinking of the face that had always smiled at him, thinking of everything he had been through. And then Harry smiled.

“It's about Louie Tomlinson..”

Two weeks have passed.

A large bouquet of flowers swayed in the embrace of a tall young man. Various colors of flowers are arranged in alternating places to look like a reduced-sized flower field. Wrapped in beautiful brown paper.

Lots of buttermilk desserts smelling good in the paper bags, still warm because they just came out of the oven. A small cup of hot coffee in a nice bag.

Long legs walked down the deserted walkway in the morning and turned into the familiar low iron fence area, heading towards his regular meeting place.

A slab of cold, pale white stone standing tall amidst the snow, ice began to form around the gray carvings. Old, withered bouquets were removed and replaced with new ones. And many breads, one of which is a cupcake decorated with clean white cream.

The man sat down on the snow, reaching out and caressing the name of the grave owner longingly. Thin lips spread into a wide smile, hair barely reaching her ears, a pair of beautiful emeralds sparkling.

“Hi Louie.”

Hot coffee was placed next to the espresso stone sign, giving off a fragrant aroma.

"How are you? Are you okay?"

“Today the weather is very cold. There was a lot of snow last night and the heater in our room was about to fail. I was curled up all night lol.”

The lights begin to light up in the shops along the side of the road, the bells from the churches ring, signaling the late hours of one of the most important days of the year. Music begins to play in the streets, and people begin to come out to buy things and prepare for the celebration.

“Hey Louie, I have something I want to tell you.”

“Whether you heard or not, I want to apologize for everything I did badly. I'm sorry that I ever made you angry or sad. I'm sorry that I didn't take care of you as well as I should have.

Thank you for always being by my side. Even though I have nothing to love, you still chose me to be with you. Thank you for making me very happy. Thank you for filling me up.”

“I don't know that day. Everything I dreamed about, what it was, I don't know if it was true or not, but I want to thank you.”

"I've made my choice, Louie."

“Thank you for making me the happiest person in my life.”

“I will never forget you no matter what. No matter how long You will always be with me, Lu.”

Since that day The day Harry told Niall a story about someone he had never talked about, the more strange the words flowed out of his mouth. Harry's mind only became lighter. And Niall listened to everything well, understanding the reasons Harry had hidden.

And Harry decides to reveal his feelings for Niall..

After that, the belongings that had been cluttering the apartment were put into boxes and small clothes were carefully folded. Louie's favorite perfume is kept in a package of everything. Harry started to put it down.

He decided not to let these things linger in his heart any longer. He decided to keep Louie in his memory.

There was only one reminder that Harry kept with him at all times.

The thin white gold ring that fit snugly on his pinky finger had belonged to a little person who always wore it. It was engraved with a short sentence.

AlwaysIn My Heart.

Harry never dreamed of Louie again, nor did he have hallucinations about his dead lover. There is no saline hose that strangles the mind. But he believes the other one is still there. Near him now and still love and give him strength always

he quit smoking Now it has been greatly reduced and will be cured soon. Louie probably didn't want him to be sad because of it again.

A wide smile appeared on his face, his emerald eyes shone brightly like they hadn't in a long time. A smile that hadn't smiled in a long time was returning again.

"Do you know what an important day today is?" a deep voice said brightly. As he looked around, the sound of music playing in the distance could be heard. And Harry revealed the answer.

“What is your birthday?”

“Happy birthday, Louie.”

There are no more tears of sadness, but there is still only nostalgia and longing. But Harry was sure One day he will be able to deal with it.

Pictures from old times are still beautiful. When it's in my memory And it will never change

He didn't know what the story would be like from now on. Will his new love be happy or will he have to look for someone else to fill him in? He doesn't know.

But if you dare to take the risk There's nothing to lose.

He loves Louie and is certain that he will never forget his lover.

Life must go on. Whether it's good or bad

Perhaps sad times are not the end of everything. It might just be a line on a page when the next page is turned. There might be a beautiful ending waiting, who knows?

How close isthe ending, well, nobody knows

The future's a mystery and anything goes

Love is confusing and life is hard

You fight to survive 'cause you made it this far

It's all tooastounding to comprehend

It's just the beginning this isn't the end.

Completed

MP’s Talk

Hello, first of all I want to apologize to everyone that this fic is actually a Christmas Eve fic. But it's not Christmas Eve haha.

It's Maprang. What's Maprang? Haha. After being away for a (very) long time, now I'd like to present this bland fic. It may not be fun or exciting. But let me tell you that it is one thing that Maprang is proud of.

Who said we can't write a happy ending? Haha.

I can write, but it's a little difficult, that's all *smiles*

Let's get into the story. This fic is a sequel to the Larry fic.

The Last Time

Maprang wrote about it earlier this year and it got a pretty good response. And then some young people told Maprang that

“I want a happy ending, sir.”

OK, I'll arrange it for you..

Actually, it wasn't very happy, but it was probably the best course of action for Harry and Niall. Both of them had wounds that they thought would never heal. If these two people try to open their hearts to each other, that wound might be completely healed. Or it may not disappear. Who knows? You'll have to let those two choose for themselves *seriously*

Our Louie turned into a ghost. Oh, haha. We love you, Tomlinson.

Thank you to the many brothers and sisters who follow and read Maprang's fic. Even though it's slow to upload, it's a mess. It's fun or not, but we're still together. Thank you very much.

Thank you Nong Prang and Nong Gis for requesting my fanfic. And I would like the beautiful ending to be an inspiration for me to start writing this story. Even though it might not be any fun, but thank you.

Thank you P'Cake (Auntie Cake) for always helping me chop the fic and reminding me of typos *which are very often* and giving advice on everything, not just this fic. Thank you very much.

If anyone is interested in giving suggestions or criticism or would like to request a fic that they would like to read. Come and chat with me at Twitter account @

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For now, I'll say goodbye. Hello.

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