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ye-olde-sodor · 2 years ago

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Hurt (A DC au fic) (Tw warning)

Hey all! Ths fic is a bit darker than what I usually post, so please read with caution! It isn't over the top dark and it has a happy ending so I included the ttte tags. Tw warning for depression and death mention! Angst but with a happy ending!

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Gordon sighed as he backed into the old shed at Vicarstown. He bid his crew farewell, and he let his weight sink into the old rails below. The shed was old and dilapidated, completely void of any comfort, but he didn't feel like running all the way back to Tidmouth. It was a miracle that he was even moving at all.

It had been years since Scott had sailed to America. After a change in politics left his tour unfunded and bankrupt, everyone had feared for the worst. Sure enough, to his utter horror, one of Scotts trailing wheels was delivered to Doncaster from America, and the nation fell into mourning.

The United States had repeatedly denied sending the wheel and scrapping Scott, but all of the evidence was pointing to the painfully obvious. Out of everything, it was the blatant denial of any wrongdoing that truly got under his metal plating. He fumed just by the thought of it.

Worst yet, the family had begun to finally tear away from it's surviving members. For whatever reason, Scott had made the young, inexperienced Mallard the family matriarch over him or even Spencer...and gave the majority of the money to him.

Did he feel betrayed? Of course he did, anyone in his wheels would feel hurt and bitter by that. Did he feel jealous? Name me a time where Gordon wasn't jealous. But above all else...he was in agony.

The sounds of his screams upon hearing the news still haunt the inhabitants of Sodor...several months after the wheel was first brough to Doncaster. Outrage and a need for vengeance fueled him in a mighty burst of pure fire. In a matter of moments, he became a raging inferno accompanied by the shrilled shrieks of the phoenix, only for the cold and bitter misery to arrive and smother that once mighty flame just as quickly.

That same fury nearly took hold of him again when Mallard swiftly left the funeral service to attend to Scott's will. How dare he abandon his only family to "deal with the necessities"?! Would it have killed him to pay his respects to the engine he claimed to view as a mentor? His predecessor, a father dare one say?! Like with the last burst of fury, however, it was quickly drenched in a water known as despair. As Gordon thundered down the line back home, he felt nothing but the numbness of depression.

Now here he was, sitting in a cold abandoned shed near Kildane, barely living but so far from death. His eyes felt sunken, and his smokebox door felt heavy. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought that his own face would come clean off its hinges, landing onto the ground with a sickening thud and disintegrate into dust.

His entire frame felt weak and brittle, but it still stood firm and strong under his weight. He had lost all of his energy and his sense of importance and high regard. He stopped taking the express since the day the wheel arrived and has been pulling filthy goods trains ever since.

His once proud and royal blue paint had become covered in soot, grime, and various other stains. His eyes were red from countless tears and sleepless nights, hindering his performance even more. Dark circles under his eyes accompanied the redness, further showing his deterioration and lack of self care.

To list every agony that Gordon is suffering through would take years. Gordon had become a fallen star, a star of which that was rapidly falling apart as we speak.

As he sulked in the crumbling shed, the low bellowing of a diesel had become audible. It's proud motor seemed to echo across invisible valleys as it approached. He shifted his eyes to look in the direction of the noise to see who would dare approach such a dilapidated structure. To his surprise, he recognized the large Warship.

"10? What are you doing here?" Gordon spoke weakly.

"I was just gonna ask you the same thing." he replied in an equally stunned voice. "This is usually my shed."

Gordon's weight shifted under the rails again. "Oh. I'm sorry...I can leave if-"

"No no, it's fine." 10 interrupted. "I'm just surprised is all. You can stay here, I'll just park beside you."

He did as he promised, and carefully backed into the shed, sitting on top of the rails to Gordon's left. Gordon heard a door open and quickly closed. Out of the corner of his eye, he could spy the mechanical arm of 10's driver speed away after bidding his engine farewell. Apparently he knew that the two were about to have an intimate conversation.

"How are you holding up?" The large engine asked cautiously.

At first, Gordon was hesitant to answer. Truth be told he wasn't well at all...but at the same time he didn't want to hinder anyone else and have them worry more about him more then their work. Fortunately, 10 already knew the answer, and spoke Gordon's mind on his behalf.

"About as well as you can?" he spoke gently, as not to come off as condescending.

"You and I both now how much it hurts," Gordon began. "To lose a sibling...but to lose someone who was guaranteed survival."

Gordon trailed off, tears already beginning to form in his eyes. For the first time in years, he felt weak. His eyes began to soften as he let himself show such a powerful emotion in front of what is supposed to be his replacement, his rival even. He had already let his emotions erupt before, so it would've been hypocritical to hide them anymore.

"There is no greater pain then that." he finished through tears.

10 remained silent, and respectfully allowed the other engine to sob. His tears streamed down his face and began to pool onto his buffers and the ground below. The rails slightly sunk into the now wet soil, a result of the ground underneath it being disturbed.

10 had never seen such a thing before. An engine sobbing in front of another was unheard of on the Mainland, so to see such raw emotion from someone so uptight...why he couldn't explain the feeling even if he could.

"And the worst part of it?" Gordon went on shakily. "It isn't even over yet."

"What do you mean?"

Gordon thought for a moment and decided that he could no longer bare the weight of his dilemma any longer. As soon as he composed himself as best as he could, he looked at the warship.

"Promise me you won't speak of this. To anyone. What I'm about to tell you must stay between us."

"I promise." he spoke carefully, surprised at how trusting the engine was being to him. Then again, anyone in Gordon's position would've been grasping for any sort of comfort. Even if his better judgement wouldn't allow it.

"It's Scott's will," Gordon explained weakly. "Ryan is convinced someone tampered with it in Mallard's favor. Everyone on Spencer's side of the family is convinced that there isn't any evidence for such a claim. Now Ryan and his siblings are up in arms against his."

10 was suddenly intrigued by what he was being told. He'd heard of stories about forgeries, especially during his time as a bounty hunter. He suddenly found a source of hope, that his past might finally prove useful.

"Why would he think that?" he asked respectfully.

"Mallard got a majority of Scott's finances and properties. The rest of it went to Spencer and his half of the family, myself and Ryan."

"That does sound weird...What's Mallard doing now?"

"I'm not sure, I haven't spoken to him since the funeral." he said. "Or anyone for that matter...you're the only person I've talked to about this."

Diesel 10 was stunned. Astonished even, more so then he was before. It was already bizarre enough to have someone like Gordon vent to him of all engines, but to have him be the only person to vent about his feelings to? Why, he didn't know what to feel! Honored? Prideful? Destressed? Concerned?

Gordon's eyes had finally dried, with the last tear falling into the puddle below him. He looked at the diesel with red, burned eyes. "I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm completely lost."

"Y'know you really shouldn't be taking all of this on your own," 10 spoke abruptly. "Why don't you talk to the other steamies? Or even Hatt? Can't you get advice from him?"

Gordon nearly had a stroke at the suggestion. "You can't just...ask your controller for legal advice! It's improper!"

"Y'know what else is improper? Not talking to the people who can help you." He said sternly but gently. "Believe me, you don't ever want to make that mistake. It's how you end up making mistakes that you can't fix."

Gordon suddenly understood what the Warship was referring to. He had known about the Warship's past, as did most of the island, but he was the only one who truly understood his upbringing. To be robbed of your original purpose only to be thrown into a new one, and to have it end up for the better or for the worst of you. It doesn't take a genius to know who ended up where.

Gordon respected him, in a turn of events. Was 10 at one point resentful of Gordon's own privileges? He would've been a fool to deny that. Did he eventually overcome this prejudice and turned into one of the islands most reliable engines? Yes, but it's hard to believe that an airport of all things could've been the catalyst for such a change in demeanor.

Either way, Gordon couldn't help but see himself in the Warships position. Gordon was sent to Sodor after being an excellent engine at Doncaster...and he felt betrayed by the decision. He liked where he was, his family was there, why did they take it away from him? Was he not good enough? Over time, he grew to love his new home and job, but it took many years for him to heal from the sudden changes and hurt feelings.

10, meanwhile, had the misfortune of being sent for scrap with the rest of his siblings, only to be salvaged by some lunatic who gutted his cab and installed a massive hydraulic claw into it. He spent years hunting down the engines that had fled their railways...but would return with a broken husk of an engine trailing behind him.

Almost all runaway engines are stored in sheds until their crews can find a proper sanctuary, but without proper maintenance and a lack of movement after so much time...The warship became less of a bounty hunter and more of a corpse collector.

The more he thought about it, the more Gordon realized just how much they understand each other. The two were so similar yet so very different. It practically scared Gordon.

Looking at the mighty Warship now, it's virtually impossible to tell that he went through so much. He cares for those around him, and he's been a gentle giant for years now. He's went through years of pain and torment and yet here is smiling and working hard as if it had never happened!

As Gordon thought more and more about 10, and how he managed to pull through in the end gave him a newfound sense of hope. While not nearly enough to overpower his grief yet, it gave him a head start.

"I...I'll see if I can get the chance to talk to him." Gordon spoke, having found his strength. "He is a rather busy man after all."

"If he really cares about you steamers like his kids," 10 replied, "Then I bet he'll make time."

Gordon was taken aback by the phrase. "You don't really believe in that little rumor, do you?"

It was a lighthearted joke on the island's part, but 10 believed it to be fact. After all, this was the Hatt family we're talking about. The very same family that would gladly break the law just to keep a steam engine from being scrapped.

10 chuckled lightly, "That was a rumor?"

"Depends on who you ask." he replied cheekily. While his mood was lifted, he knew it would be a long time before he truly felt better. This wasn't, however, meant to discourage the smaller steps…as he could already see a flicker of hope at the end if a ling tunnel.

"Hey, there we go!" 10 smiled. If he had arms, he would've placed one of them around his friend for comfort and encouragement. Alas, he was stuck with only his words. In any other case, he would've used his claw, but that would've damaged the already weakened shed.

Suddenly, the Warship had an idea.

"Say, I think we can squeeze the two of us in my shed back at home base."

Gordon cocked an eyebrow at the suggestion. "Oh? what about-"

"It's only a short drive, maybe 15 minutes tops. If we leave now we can-"

"10, what about our drivers?" Gordon interrupted with a slight laugh.

The Warship blushed as the realization had dawned on him. While it was quite the blunder, if he acts quickly, he can fix it.

"I mean we could always leave a note!"

…or not.

Gordon let out a long needed laugh, and it wasn’t long before the warship joined in as well!

The two allies would’ve laughed the night away if weariness didn’t overcome them. As the two settled their weight ontop of the old rails, Gordon felt a small warmth build in his firebox, and he allowed a smile to form as he drifted effortlessly to sleep.

#ttte au #ttte #ttte dc au #ttte gordon #ttte shipping #ig #ttte diesel 10 #this has been in my drafts for months lmao #it’s finally finished lmao

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hatherwayfunerals · 4 years ago

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1ddiscourseoftheday · 6 years ago

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Thurs 4 Apr

Louis is up for a Billboard Music Award for top social artist! This is a big deal and fan voted so guess what we're about to be doing as soon as the votes open up.... Competition for the award is gonna be stiff even though speculation is that the kpop vote will be divided, so team Louis is gearing up to promo the contest with LTHQ and Matt Vines already posting about it. Mike Adam also posts about it, beautifully, saying "Louis deserves this. Or his fans deserve this I should say..... And just like Louis, his fandom are resilient and unwavering." IT'S TRUE and he should say it and it's lovely 🤧🤧

Zayn is again posting on twitter, ranting a bit, writing that his tweet yesterday was not about Gigi, that she is one of the loveliest women he's ever known and to leave her the fuck alone, and inviting people to @ him if they want to be set straight, which I assume is getting plenty of takers. The zquad are, can you guess, yes! That's right! Concerned. Still and again. Ah Zayn I hope things get easier for you babe.

Harry was enlisted to make a video asking a girl to prom and did it in the most delightfully charmingly Harry way possible, taking most of the video to assure her she was very free to say no to the guy and there was no additional pressure implied by his involvement. Bless this boy, truly, we stan one (1) king of consent. Columbia posts an old tour pic of Harry resting his dick on a counter and spraying himself with perfume to ask, "what would you do if you walked into a bathroom and saw this?" Good question Columbia! I have literally no words to answer this! Just thinking about it stresses me out! Goodbye!

Capital FM posted a... teaser? for something? Idk all I can focus on here is the fact that they posted a psychedelic video of Liam riding a neon yellow big lad T-rex on wheels like it was a bucking bronco. What would you do if you walked into a bathroom and saw THAT that's what I want to know

Niall and Lewis Capaldi got drunk together and we all reaped the benefits via social media goofiness, and Soccer Aid posted a teaser- Was that a blurry Niall?! Is Niall gonna do Soccer Aid?? A: YES! He is! Now that's some exciting sports news, FINALLY! The game will be on June 16.

And in our currently daily fic section, the wank rages on. I won't go over it all again, it's in yesterday's, but I will reiterate that no-one, NO-ONE, who is sending or posting hate towards ANYONE is morally pure! Talking about boybanders online and writing fic doesn't hurt people (yes I said what I said) but BULLYING DOES. ANYWAYYYYY you know who agrees with me about fic, the official Open English Brazil account! They're over there posting Larry fic recs all day for people who want to learn English in a tried and true classic way- by reading fanfiction. It's a solid fic wall of fandom classics on their twitter today, all helpfully linked to (Hugo award nominated site) Ao3. The only crossover I saw with the Israeli Prison Fic Binder was Soft Hands Fast Feet, which I guess is now officially a worldwide favorite.

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louisarchiver · 3 years ago

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Live Review: Louis Tomlinson World Tour

LTWT Perth, HBF stadium, Review by Sheldon Ang

“The sonic god has struck a deal with the great Walls of uncertainly. After two years in hibernation, pilgrims of the enigmatic cult look to behold as they cast their eyes, ears, spirits and hysteria towards a single direction.”

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“Perth, this is the last show of the Tour (in Australia)…me coming here as a Brit and still playing a sold out to this show makes it the best day of my life…you guys are f–king amazing …”

At twenty five past the hour, the 30-year-old singer songwriter from Doncaster graced the stage in a Burberry shirt to the rambunctious decibels of a RAF Tornado, thanks to the collective vocal amplifiers of teenage cohorts of present day and yesteryears.

Setlist opener We Made it from the Tomlinson’s debut solo 2020 album Walls was a symbolic spark to the night in more ways than one after a successful world tour, selling out in global arenas across America and Europe including the iconic Wembley Arena – which was a significant night given it was where four other young men interwoven with him by X Factor in 2012, forming One Direction. Drag Me Down from 1D’s 2015 album Made in the A.M was performed soon after, sparking the first of the three One Direction tracks of the night.

Inevitably the fan frenzy had reached full craze mode, as the 5,000 of the rowdiest but the most beautiful sounding backup singers from Perth were reciting the gospels of Walls. Some were on their knees, sipping and twirling in a concoction of euphoria and hysteria, while others were on shoulders, holding love infested placards, hoping to capture the attention of Louis. Everyone else was on their feet including those in the upper reaches.

A bevy of young fans on pole position mentioned they had been camping at the doorsteps of HBF Stadium since 2 a.m., or almost 20 hours before T minus zero – certainly a worthy mention considering Perth had been drenched by a cold and wet spell of wintery blast. Another fan skipped a funeral presided over in the east – which would normally be a satirical reason for not missing out on the AFL Grand Final, but “You got to do what you got to do” – which probably sums the catastrophic obsession for one of the pillars of One Direction.

Louis Tomlinson and his band dazzled the night through a rock-esque sonic rendition through booming bass, drums and kicks accompanied by scintillating end to end riffs – which is surprising, but not a revelation considering his influences are the likes of Oasis, Kings of Leon and Catfish and the Bottlemen – with the latter two sharing the honour on stage through the cover of Beautiful War and 7. The band gelled exceptionally well as a tight unit, with moments felt as if Louis was the permanent frontman of a world class rock band.

Many were singing to What Makes You Beautiful during the interval before the encore. Perhaps it would be almost sacrilegious to perform the smash hit without the other four, thus leaving the other One Direction hits to Little Black Dress and Through the Dark, before ending the night with Kill My Mind from Walls.

Gone are the preconceived and presumptuous notions where members of boy bands are no more than exquisite looking props to charm the hearts of teenage fans. Yes, Louis is a good-looking English lad, but boy can he really sing and perform, hitting the notes while interweaving through choreography. The singer songwriter – who had written over 30 songs for One Direction, propagates an immense talent with the knack to translate personal experiences into lyrics, oozing the je nais se quois enshrouded by the palpable sincerity while performing the likes of Two of Us, Walls, Always You, Defenceless and Fearless. His time at One Direction had undoubtedly provided him the best possible training for stage presence – which resonated on the night as he homed his craft by being engaging – without being corny.

While the album Walls is not the seminal piece the casual listeners would dance to, the live performance version is a different beast from another dimension, engraving Louis Tomlinson as a world class, solo artist in his own right.

#louis tomlinson #concert review #ltwt 2022 #ltwt perth #australia

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kdixonfuneraldirectors1 · 2 years ago

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louisupdates · 3 years ago

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Live Review: Louis Tomlinson World Tour

29 July 2022 at HBF Stadium, Mount Claremont (Perth)

Review by Sheldon Ang

Photos: Sheldon Ang Photography

The sonic god has struck a deal with the great Walls of uncertainly. After two years in hibernation, the pilgrims of an enigmatic cult cast their eyes, ears, spirits and hysteria towards a single direction.

“Perth, this is the last show of the Tour (in Australia)…me coming here as a Brit and still playing a sold out to this show makes it the best day of my life…you guys are f–king amazing …”

Inevitably the fan frenzy had reached full One D craze mode, as most were reciting the gospels of Walls with over 4,000 of the rowdiest but the most beautiful sounding backup singers from Perth. Some were on their knees, sipping and twirling in a concoction of euphoria and hysteria, while others were on shoulders, holding love infested placards hoping to capture the attention of Louis. Everyone else was on their feet including those in the upper reaches.

A bevy of young fans on pole position mentioned they had been camping at the doorsteps of HBF Stadium since 2 a.m., or almost 20 hours before T minus zero – certainly a worthy mention considering Perth had been drenched by a cold and wet spell of wintery blast. Another fan made the disturbing decision to miss her grandfather’s funeral in Sydney, which would normally be a satirical reason for not missing out the AFL Grand Final, but “You got to do what you got to do” – which probably sums the catastrophic obsession for one of the pillars of One Direction.

Louis Tomlinson and his band dazzled the night through a rock-esque sonic rendition through booming bass, drums and kicks accompanied by scintillating end to end riffs – which is not surprising considering his influences were the likes of Oasis, Kings of Leon and Catfish and the Bottlemen – with the latter two were given a shout out through the cover of Beautiful War and 7, followed by two more One Direction hits in Little Black Dress and Through the Dark, before ending the night with Kill My Mind.

So gone are the preconceived and presumptuous notions where members of boy bands are no more than exquisite looking props to charm the hearts of teenage fans. Yes, Louis is a good-looking English lad, but boy can he really sing and perform. The singer songwriter – who had written over 30 songs for One Direction, propagates an immense talent with the knack to translate personal experiences into lyrics, oozing the je nais se quois enshrouded by the palpable sincerity while performing the likes of Two of Us, Walls, Always You, Defenceless and Fearless. His time at One Direction had undoubtedly provided the superfluous world class training for stage presence – which clearly resonated on the night as he homed his craft by being engaging – without being corny.

While the album Walls is not something that you’d dance to, the live performance version is a different beast from another dimension, engraving Louis Tomlinson as a genuine world class solo artist in his own right.

#louis tomlinson #louis press #29 july 2022

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seasurfacefullofclouds1 · 6 months ago

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I honestly think that Louis and Zayn probably do talk based on the evidence available. Like Louis not only talking to Zayn but also to his mother at Liam’s funeral and also Lottie hanging with Zayn’s sisters there as well. (Though Olle nattering away to Zayn’s mum was the funniest.) Also Zayn’s sisters posting from Doncaster the weekend Fizzy died and Jade saying in a recent interview that her Mum and Liam’s mum were friends based on their shared XF experience. I don’t necessarily think they are besties who hang out but I think Zayn and Louis have resolved their differences. I think they are both okay with Niall and talk occasionally. I don’t think any of them have a reciprocal relationship with Harry. Post band they literally started off supporting each other in a way that’s normal for people from the same band. Only no one had that kind of relationship with Harry and fans began to notice. So contact between them was mostly stopped except for things like XF promotion and that’s why this fandom tells stories about them not being friends. They don’t live in each other’s pockets anymore but they are like other people. Some former colleagues see each other and some don’t. Some people who fall out reconcile and some don’t.

Oli talking to Trisha was so sweet. I remember Oli and Louis hanging out with Zayn, Ant, and Danny in a way that they didn’t hang with other people’s friends. It’s not surprising that Louis and Zayn still keep these friends close to them.

Everything looks a little bit different in retrospect, knowing what we know now.

Also those quotes of Liam saying that Harry always knew when to give him a call are so sad, even as a pretty lie. That 1D WhatsApp chat. Liam didn’t even have access to a phone. Geoff couldn’t even reach him. Maybe Liam wanted to appease Harry Styles fans or maybe he wanted to feel better even as Harry ignored him. Either way, it’s sad.

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wellthatwasaletdown · 4 years ago

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'Please when Louis sister died Harry didn’t know about it for several days. ' Yes, and the day Jay died Harry was papped putting about 30 Gucci bags into the back of his car after a mammoth shop. I remember Larries panicking and then the doll lady saying Harry was 'distracting the media' so they wouldn't go up to Doncaster and harass Louis. Typical Larrie BS. In the event the media were respectful and didn't even doorstep the funeral let alone pester Louis' family in the days after her death..

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always-aqua · 5 years ago

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Had an itch to write on Let Me Heal The Wounds tonight.... haven’t touched this fic in over two years.

Someone needs to fix this train wreck. I still love it and can’t ever give it up but also feel like I could never finish it.

Anyway...here’s a snip if anyone cares...

TW: Jay’s death in past-tense

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“It’s...it’s been a long time, H.”

“Then it’s about time to see them all again, no? And I’ll be there with you the whole time, however you need me. I’m with you,” Harry said. He had been encouraging Louis every step of the way this morning.

Louis couldn’t pinpoint the exact feeling he had about going back to Doncaster. Dread seemed like too big of a word, but he couldn’t help but feel like that was the closest he could come. For him, Doncaster wasn’t home anymore. It was the place where his biological father father left him. The place his family left him for. The place where his mom died. The place his family was, and still is, torn apart from each other. He loved Doncaster for so many things, but it wasn’t the same anymore. He, more often than not, wished he could just kind of never have to go back there.

“You’re not wrong, H. But we need to make a stop before we go to their house, though.”

“And just where is it that you’re taking me, Tomlinson?” Harry asked with a hint of knowing in his voice.

Louis couldn’t help but be nervous. Harry was holding a giant bouquet of sunflowers across his lap. Louis might have helped Harry win brownie points on that. If there is one thing Louis knew about the women he called sisters, it was that they all loved sunflowers. He never really asked them though if they all liked them on their own or if it was more a nod to their mother, since they were also hers.

“I’m taking you to meet my mom. I haven’t had the chance to actually talk to her in years. I want to change that today. It’s only fair that you meet her since now I’ve met yours,” Louis said, turning down a gravel road that didn’t look like much of a road at all.

Harry reached over and planted his hand firmly on Louis’s thigh, and squeezed. He stayed silent, feeding off of Louis’s energy. He was grateful he didn’t need to explain more. People who’ve never lost a parent never seem to understand the unbearable heartache that never leaves. They give you too many sad smiles, they keep a distance, they ask too many questions that just keep the wound open and active.

But people who, like Harry, have also lost a part of themselves, they understand that grief never really goes away. There is an understanding that the tidal waves of loss and sadness and anger and longing still come, just as big and devastating as the first time they crashed into you. They also understand that time, while it never heals, definitely helps keep the waves at bay little longer each time they go. They let it be, they wait patiently, they understand when to just reach over and hold on tight because no words will ever make it better.

“On one of her best days towards the end, we went for a drive, just me and her. We laughed and gave each other shit about some of our more questionable life choices. He made fun of me for trying to convincer her my first girlfriend was going to be my wife. I gave her a bit of shit about some of the men she dated. She picked the soundtrack for the trip and it was all oldies or songs from my childhood that we used to dance to in our pajamas on Saturday mornings. Somewhere along the open road with the windows down, while I was driving, I forgot. Harry, I forgot my mom was dying. I didn’t even realize that would probably be my last time alone with her. I wasn’t worried about her blood counts or immune system for the first time in months. We just laughed and laughed as I drove, following her directions of which way to turn and when. Mom simply told me what to do and I obeyed without question, much like the rest of my life where she was concerned. She wouldn’t tell me where we were going, but had me drive directly to here. I still don’t really know how she found this place.”

The road essentially ended at the edge of a small field, surrounded by huge, old weeping willow trees. There was a scattering of headstones of varying shapes, sizes, and distress. Louis turned off the car and reached for the door handle.

“Shall we?” He asked, flashing Harry a small, if not broken sort of smile.

Harry let go and grabbed a lone sunflower from the large bouquet before he set the rest on the dashboard.

Louis reached for Harry’s hand as they began to walk, Louis leading the way. “We didn’t know a single person buried here. But when I pulled up, we got out and Mom took my hand as we walked toward the cemetery.” Louis had to stop his voice from shaking. Aside from a small group of family and friends that had been with Louis on the day of Jay’s funeral, he had never brought anyone else to where they were laid to rest.

“It’s beautiful. Is that weird to say about a cemetery?” Harry said, voice barely above a whisper.

“No. It was my first comment about this place, too,” Louis whispered back. His steps got heavier the closer he got to Jay’s headstone. It had been eleven years since her passing and being here made it feel like yesterday. He let go of Harry’s hand and instead wrapped his arm around Harry’s, almost clutching for support. Harry let him, without so much as a glance down.

Louis suddenly stopped short and gulped for air.

Hi, Mom. I’ve missed you.

#i’m feeling my feels tonight everybody #let me heal the wounds #lmhtw #sometimes i write #this is proof

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