is this going on too long after Nialls death? I have a plan for the ending and stuff but should i make the chapters longer instead of a clot of them? didn't know how to word that but i hope you understood it. I'm also washing the fault in our stars currently because my friend reminds me of a male version of Hazel Grace so that means a John Green quote (or a few) will be mixed in here.

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"LOU YOU'RE GOIN TA MAKE US CRASH! KNOCK IT OFF!" I yell at my regrettable friend as he tries his best to honk the horn. He wants to try and scare this old woman but I refused for two things; 1. that's extremely mean and rude and 2. it's super unnecessary. "Harry you're gonna pass--great. You passed her." Louis drops his hands into his lap and I sigh of frustration and relief. "Next time when you want to scare an old woman--don't do it, and don't try and shove the driver out of the way." I grit my teeth at the last part and punch his shoulder hard enough for him to put his hand over his bicep and mutter 'ow'.

"Wait don't go this way, there's a short cut. Get in the this lane." Louis points to the lane on the right so without even thinking I trust him and switch lanes before a car gets in the way. "What's the shortcut?" I ask. We're on our way to pick Zayn up from the airport because, according to him, no one else was able to. "You go past the graveyard and turn left and then pass that tattoo parlour and keep going. Trust me, I've ditched traffic so many times because of this."

Turns out that, surprisingly, Louis was right; we did get there a little faster without the line of cars. "Alright hurry up and go get him, I don't want to miss Prison Break." I glare at Louis as I open the door and stand up, strutting across the the road and into the airport itself. I wait by the doors for Zayn, who said the plane just landed, and patiently wait to see his licorice hair and perfect jawline.

It feels like twenty minutes but was actually ten when I finally see the perfect man sporting a super thick jacket and carry a backpack on one shoulder. He sloppily grins to me and nods his head and I throw my hand up. "Thanks for picking me up." Zayn says first and I open my arms for a hug. "It's no problem." I offer to take Zayns backpack but he declines, so I make a mental note to make sure I get his other bag at the luggage shoot. "So where did you go?" I ask to break the silence and my curiosity. Just a little holiday. I went to the states."

"How was that?"

"Pretty good I guess. American girls are gorgeous." I laugh and he smirks. We wait another ten minutes for the luggage to arrive. I ask, "Was spontaneous?" on our way to the car. "You could say that, but I've always wanted to go to America. Have you been?"

"I wish. I would love to though. What's it like?"

"Just a lot of people who want to hear you talk and say certain words, and ask you the same questions over and over and again. The scenery is beautiful though and the people are nice when they're not annoying." I grin and take his bag, telling him that its alright and that he's had a long trip back. He thanks me and we return to Louis.

"Took you long enough." I barely hear Louis mumble to himself when I open the trunk and Zayn opens the car door. Louis greeting Zayn is muffled into my ears as I switch from the trunk to the drivers seat. "Do you want any to eat, Zayn?" Louis says, "I would love something to eat." I say, "You're not Zayn." And Louis widens his eyes at me. "I'm okay, thank you." Zayn mumbles. He's lying down and his has hand rested over his eyes. That must have been a really long flight if he's that tired.

We stop at Taco Bell for Louis' needs and a bribery of getting me a Mountain Dew freeze. Zayns been passed out in the back since leaving the parking garage and now we're back at the graveyard, coming up to a red light. "Hey, its Abraham." I point out, staring at him through the fence lining the graveyard. "Okay." Louis doesn't exactly care if he doesn't know the person. Without announcing it, I pull over to the side and tell Louis to stay with Zayn so that in case he wakes up he doesn't freak out. I weave through headstones and fake grass all the way to Abraham, who's sitting in front of Nialls grave.

"Hey." I try not to scare him. He looks up like he was expecting me here. "Hey." He clears his throat and wipes at his eyes. "Are you alright?" I stuff my hands in my pockets. "Yeah I'm- just, reading him my eulogy. Ya know, the one I never read." His eyes flutter and he looks back down. His eyes become exceptionally blue when he cries. They're kind of beautiful. "Did you read it yet?" I ask him. He shakes his head. "Only half of it."

"Do you mind if I..?" I trail off and he shakes his head again. I sit down next to him and rest my arms on top of my knees. "Would you..cover your ears?" Abraham nervously asks. I place my hands over my ears. He grins and looks back to his paper. I watch his lips move to the rhythm of his written thoughts and possible memories. I watched his perfect thin lips move out and in, curve up and down and in between words, form straight lines. When he's done, he doesn't say anything to me right away, but I keep my ears covered. He looks at me after a couple minutes and I remove my hands. "That was beautiful." I grin. He chuckles and shakes his head. "Yeah, muffles are pretty great."

"Did you drive here?" I ask him. He says no. I offer him if he wants to come watch Breaking Bad with us and he accepts after thinking about it. We walk together back to the car and Abraham moves Zayns legs so he can sit. "Do you want Taco Bell?" I ask Abraham, lift up Louis' box of 12 tacos. "Hey! Those are mine!" Louis defends and I give him a look. "No thanks." Abraham grins, amused by Louis' defense. "Baja Blast?" I offer my own drink. He says no again and I shrug and get back on the road.

"I haven't seen this fellow in forever." Abraham puts his hand on Zayns bent knee and shakes it, and I'm not quite sure if he's trying to wake him up or not. "He went on a spontaneous holiday." Abraham raises his eyebrows. "Wow. I'd love a holiday."

"Me too." With you, maybe. That might be fun.

"Nice Fedora by the way."

"Thank you." I say.