Midnight Memories

"Oh no." Liam said as Harry let out a cuss word. "OH FUDGEBALLS, NOOO!!!" He let go of my hand and ran out of the door. "I'll be outside if you need me!" He shouted, closing the door. I bit my lip, following Harry. I was beginning to get the foreboding feeling that Louis was severely injured, but I refused to consider the fact that he was dead. Harry looked at me and there was some sort of concern in his eyes. "I don't know what to tell you, Jessie, it may be too late." "It's never too late." I said, more to myself than to Harry, trying to soothe my throbbing heart. He seemed to have heard me, though because he gave me a small smile. "I love you... for being so optimistic." His voice was soft, shaking with the tears he was trying so hard to hold back. Harry held out his hand for me to hold as I was too short for him to sling his arm around my shoulder. I smiled up at those emerald green orbs, feeling his sadness, his need for comfort. Louis had been our best friend for the longest time and now... I sighed, blinking back tears and walking to Louis's bed. If this was the last time I could see little (well, he's not as short as me, but still) boo-bear, if this was the last memory we'd ever have, I wouldn't want to be sad. "Be happy, Jessie," I commanded myself as I got close enough to see Louis. "Haha..." The bandaged figure on the bed opened his charming, duo-toned eyes. "Haha... vishtor?" Haha? Oh, Hazza. Harry's nickname. "Yes, Louis, you have a visitor." Harry said. "Jeshie," Louis's eyes sparked with some sort of hurt, yet he sounded so happy.

"Hi, boo." I said, patting his unruly brown hair. "You came." His eyes sparkled. It intrigued me that he was so happy in spite of his pain. "Liam brought me here." "Where Li?" "Outside." "He shad?" "Well..." "Emote?" I turned to Harry. "Emotions," Harry said, decoding Louis's somewhat lisp-peppered, garbled speech. "Most probably." I replied. "Why Liam ish shad? 'M k, Jeshie. But I feel painsh." "Sorry about that." "'Shkay. Noshing you can do about me." "There will always be something you can do and something you can't do." Louis smiled. He was obviously missing some teeth, cotton wedged in the gaps, but his smile was still beautiful." "Wub oo." Louis's voice was getting softer and softer. "Wub oo sho mush, Jeshie, Haha. All wub to er'ryone." Slowly, Louis's spirit escaped his body and the line on the monitor went flat, but the smile never left his face. Harry let out a sob. I looked up at him, and broke down crying as well. "Louis isn't gone, he can't be!!!" "Oh Jessie, I'm so sorry." "It's not your fault," came Liam's voice from near the door. "It was those drunk drivers!"

"LIAM!!!" I shouted as he ran over to us and wrapped us all in a big hug. "Louis isn't gone..." I said over and over again, trying not to face reality. "Keep believing, Jessie, keep believing. For as long as you have faith, Louis will never leave you." Liam's words wedged themselves in my heart as I continued to sob, mourning the loss of that beautiful, blue-green eyed brunette, Louis Tomlinson. "Why, why, why did it have to be Louis?" "God must've needed another angel, so I guess he had to take someone." I gasped at the sound of that familiar Irish accent. "Niall?" I said, looking in the direction of the voice. "Niall James Horan?"

Notes

Why Louis, WHY?!? *cries* :'( Sorry about the sad part...