A one shot where Harry dies and sees Louis at his grave.

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Dying was easy. It was, simply, the act of letting go. I developed a kind of brain cancer in my second year of high school, but it was nearly too late to get treatment. I wish we would've found out sooner, because then I might've had a chance.

The couple things I do remember in the last few weeks was the fighting. Mom and Dad fought about whether to keep me at the hospital or take me home. The doctors recommended taking me home that way if I died, which they were sure I would, I would die somewhere familiar. Dad agreed and wanted to bring me home, but Mom mad a fuss. She always had hope that I would make it or that some miracle from heaven would take the cancer right out of me. She finally gave in.

The last day was the hardest. That last week was mostly me sleeping. The doctors had already told my parents to plan funeral things, because I wouldn't make it much longer. Gemma, my older sister, came in from college to be with us.

I can still remember the last few moments of my life. I was lying in bed with my eyes closed, trying to focus on my breathing. It had been a bad day and I didn't have enough energy to open my eyes at all, so I just laid there. It was one of the those days I wish I would just stop breathing. They didn't come often, but when they came the feelings were hard to resist.

Gemma's voice washed over me as she spoke, "Harry, I know...this is hard on you, I know that, but I need you to do something for me. Please, can you just let go? I know it sounds harsh, but please just let go and pass. Mom and Dad are having a hard time as it is and I'm sure you're tired of hearing people say 'just fight'. Heaven will gain a beautiful angel when you die, Harry, and I love you so much." I could feel the strain in her voice. I knew she was right. I wanted to do so. I wanted to die. I remember gathering all my energy to squeeze her hand. "I love you so much, Harry, and no matter what I'll always be your big sister. Goodbye, Hazza." If I thought hard enough I could almost feel her lips stop against my forehead as she bid me her last goodbye.

And then, I slipped away.

I watch as they lower my body into the shallow hole they had dug for my casket. A majority of my family and friends came out for the ceremony. My sister stood out among the wave of black clothing in her orange blouse and black jeans. Orange was always my favorite color.

I waited until the hole was filled and everyone had left for their cars before moving. I move towards the freshly covered ground and feel shivers run up my spine. My body was right below my feet. The same body that I had hated for years and the one that I had come to love after therapy. The body I had scarred and the body that had been kissed. It all laid right beneath my feet.

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It had been nearly a year since I had been buried. It was one hell of year, but it seemed to go by faster than when I was alive. My sister came to visit monthly, whereas Mom and Dad rarely visited. I tried not taking offense to it, but it had stung.

One of my favorite past times was watching the living connect with the dead. I can still remember be dragged to Grandma and Grandpa's graves when I was little, but now looking at it, I felt differently.

I sit on a bench and watch as a young girl talks to her father's tombstone. The girl had no clue that her deceased father was standing behind her, watching and trying not to cry. He was a nice guy. He told me stories about her from when she was little.

I hear a noise from behind me and turn, shocked when I see someone I knew; someone my age.

A funeral party had started to gather and I'm shocked as I recognize some of the people. My eyes glance around, trying to find the deceased and stop in my tracks as I see Liam Payne, aka my former friend.

I walk over to him, confused as I try to piece together what was going on. When I approach Liam, I notice he doesn't have the expression of guilt that some have, but instead the expression of sadness. He shared the same remorse for himself as I had a year ago.

I reach out and touch him, causing him to jump. He turns and visibly relaxes as he sees me.

"What happened? Are you dead?" He looks down at his feet and gives a small nod. I was shocked to say the least.

"There was a car accident. I was sitting in the passenger seat when my friend ran off a bridge. My head went through the glass and I ended up dying then and there," Liam explains.

"Do I know anyone else that was in the car? Are the others okay?" Questions raced through my mind. I prayed that Liam was the only one that had died because of the accident. As much as I wanted some company, the idea that someone my aged was dead sent shivers down my spine.

"My boyfriend, Zayn, and Louis Tomlinson. I know Louis didn't die. He walked off the scene with hardly a scratch, I saw it, but Zayn didn't. Zayn got carted off into an ambulance. Last I heard he was in serious condition," Liam says. My heart drops as I hear the news about Zayn. Liam, Zayn, and I were always close and to hear he might die too, sucked. However, the other guy, Louis Tomlinson, he had been my long-time crush since the beginning of high school.

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The following day I find myself catching up with Liam about the past year. He told me that everyone was shocked after I had died. Most of the students knew that I had cancer, but nobody knew it could kill that fast.

He said that my mother and father moved, so that was why they didn't come and visit a lot anymore. They wanted to be closer to their living child, which I kind of understood.

When Liam wasn't telling me stories about the living and our school, I was introducing him to all the friends I had made. Liam seem to hit it off with a few of them, but considering most of them were older he wasn't that impressed.

It was a Sunday, a week after Liam's funeral, that someone came to visit him. The visitor was a boy about our age, with caramel skin and soft, brown hair. He carried a bouquet of flowers and a musical note in his hands as he approached Liam's grave. I recognized him as Louis Tomlinson.

Liam appeared next to me and stayed silent as the boy set the note by Liam's tombstone. I looked to Liam, but he looked like he was in a trance as he slowly approached the boy.

"Liam?" I get no answer as I slowly follow Liam to his grave. The boy sat in front of Liam's tomb, eyes starting to turn red. Liam stood behind him, his expression turning from one of sadness to one of anger.

"I'm so sorry Liam. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I've fucked up everything and I lost one of my best friends. If I had been paying closer attention maybe none of this would've happened. God, your parents don't deserve this, Liam, and you don't either. I wish it were me. I wish I had been the one that died. In other news, Zayn will be fine. I haven't found the courage to leave Zayn's beside until now. The doctor's say he'll more than likely make a full recovery. I haven't told him yet, that you're gone. I was intending on doing it today, but the doctor's think I should wait longer. I wish I were with you, Liam. I'm so sorry," Louis cries.

I become confused as I watch the boy pick up the bouquet of flowers and walks back to his car. He pulls out another thing of flowers and heads back to the graves, stopping at the tomb of a women I knew.

He sits down in front of it and sets the flowers down at her tomb. He wipes his eyes and sniffles before talking again.

"I did a bad thing. You taught me better, but I messed up bad this time. You probably already know, but I wanted to tell you anyway. I was in a car accident. I was driving and I got distracted by a deer on the side of the road. I swerved and ran off the bridge. I walked off the scene of the accident with hardly a scratch, and I know it's because of you. You protected me in my accident and I thank you. A kid died though. My friend, Liam, he was sitting next to me and died. I killed him, didn't I? This is my fault. I destroyed his family because I couldn't pay attention. I'm a murder. I'm sorry. I love you, Mom and I miss you." His mother?

I take another step closer and see the woman, Johannah, rubbing her son's back. Johannah had taken me under her wing when I first died. She was like a second mother to me and, now, I had a better idea why.

"You met my son, then. He's my oldest. He comes to visit me every weekend, the poor thing. I love him to the ends of the Earth though and I'm glad I get to see him." Johannah opens her arms and I walk into them like I've done many a times before. She gives me a small squeeze and let's go of me, just in time to watch Louis stand up and walk towards one last tomb.

I gasp as I see Louis stop at my grave. I turn back towards Johannah and see her smirk, gesturing for me to move closer. I watch as he picks up a bouquet of dead flowers and replaces them with the ones he brought.

For the longest time, I noticed a new thing of flowers appearing at my tombstone. I had no clue where they would come from, because I would be talking to someone across the cemetery when they showed up. Had it been Louis this whole time?

"Hey. I just came to replace the flowers. You deserve only the best. I got Daisy's this time. I asked my mother what kind of flowers you liked and the following morning I got this feeling I needed Daisy's. So, I got them. I hope you like them. Your mom is going okay, last time I checked. I wish I had the guts to tell you I loved you when you were alive, but I didn't and now look where we are. I have a feeling you've talked to Liam. If you have, tell him I'm sorry. I know he probably won't listen to me, but he'll probably listen to you. I love you, okay?"

I feel myself choking up as I mutter, "I love you." The world freezes and for a moment and I see Louis's eyebrows furrow. He turns towards me and for second our eyes meet.

"Harry?" Louis' voice rings in my head as he says my name. I want to open my mouth, to say something, but I can't. I'm frozen in place. I wasn't used to being seen by the living. Johannah had told me that it was possible for the living to be hyperaware of the dead.

"I love you too, Louis," I say, hoping that he understands. Louis' face softens and I assume he hears me. He wipes his eyes one last time before starting back towards his car.

Before he gets in, he turns to look at me, "Goodbye Harry."