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liamseverchanginghair:

“And they lived happily ever after.”

“The end.” Your five year old daughter, Spencer, finished. She loved when you read her fairytales – they were her favourite bedtime stories.  You placed the book on her night stand, kissing her forehead as you tucked her in. Her little arms hugged a soft brown teddy she had named Beary – the perfect name in her eyes when Daddy had brought him home.  You flicked off the lamp, casting shadows across the room. You padded your way to the door, careful not to step on any of the various toys strewn all over the floor.

“I love you mummy.” A small voice whispered in the darkness.

“I love you too, Spence. Sweet dreams, sweetheart.” You called softly as you shut the door behind you.  You were just about to walk away when you heard an unusual creak coming from your little girl’s room. Just as you placed your hand on the knob to turn the handle, a quiet murmur started. Pressing your ear against the door, you heard Spencer’s voice, hushed, but clear as day on the other side.

“Hi Daddy. It’s me, Spencer. Hope you’re having a good day up there in Heaven. Today in school we worked on our letters. Ms Hurley said I was getting really good at my q’s! Mummy made me my favourite peanut butter and banana sandwich for lunch. It was yummy! I accidentally spilt some paint on my pants when we were painting today, but Mummy said she can get it out. I painted our family – you, me, Mummy and Charlie the gold fish. We ran out of yellow paint, so I had to make him purple. I also got asked to come over to Jackie’s for a playdate on Saturday – I hope I can go! Beary says ‘Hi’ and that he misses you. I think I miss you more than Beary. But Mummy misses you the most. I heard her crying again last night, Daddy. She was so sad she called Uncle Niall on the phone. I think you should come back, Daddy. I know Mummy says you can’t, but maybe if you talked to God he’d let you. God seems like a nice man. Just ask him, okay? Goodnight Daddy, I love you.”

And with that, you heard the curtains being drawn shut and the nearly silent swish of fabric against fabric as she crawled back into the sheets.

You took a few minutes, just standing there, taking in what you just heard, before turning your back to the door and sliding down until you were sitting on the ground.  You drew your legs up into your body, hugging them, as you felt the tears fall to your cheeks. You’re not sure how long you sat there as your tears streaked across your cheeks, but when you did finally pull yourself up, your limbs were stiff.

You shuffled into your bedroom, pulling your clothes from your body and leaving them in your wake. You walked straight over to the closet, and pulled out one of his favourite flannel shirts. You climbed wearily into your own bed, and pulled his pillow to your chest to muffle your weakening sobs.

She reminds me of you, you know. The slight curl in her hair, to the deepest chocolate of her eyes. She has your smile too. She’s also mature beyond her years – a quality she could only have inherited from you. I don’t think I ever realised just how similar you two were until you weren’t there anymore.

She’s right, Liam. I miss you like you can’t even begin to imagine. It’s been seven months since your kidney failed, and it still breaks my heart every time I turn a corner and you’re not there, or every time I slip under the covers and am welcomed by your empty side of the bed. I’ve tried to stay strong, but apparently I haven’t done enough to protect Spencer from what losing you has done to me. I’ll try harder, I promise. She deserves better. She deserves to still believe in happily ever afters. She deserves to believe that life can be just like a fairytale in one of her books. Like I did when I had you.

omg i’m crying i can’t. :’(

zarryforlife:

Zayn: You know you’re going to get fucked for this don’t ya?