Hi there! This is my first ever fanfic (gasp) and it is a one-off based on the song Moments by One Direction. Please excuse the fact it is so short :/
Jazzi xx
Panting, Louis ran up the stairs leading to his apartment. Fumbling, he pushed the key into the slot, and shoved. Stumbling into his bare room, he shut the door behind him and switched the glaring light off. As he walked towards the faded leather sofa, the only piece of furniture left in the room, his thoughts were only on her; how much he wanted to be with her, the memories of laying beside her on cold nights. His heart began to pound against his chest, and he sank into the sofa as the memories began flooding over him. Time passed like sand running through a sieve; he could have been sitting there for minutes or hours, it made no difference. He clasped his trembling hands together, the same way she used to hold him when he was upset, or angry. The memories were too overwhelming, and tears began to stream down his face.
Staring at the clock, he realised that he had spent 3 hours frozen on the sofa. He shook himself out of the stupor, suddenly wishing he could erase those memories, turn back time and start over. But he couldn't. Her final words to him echoed in her head…
He was in a white room, staring at her pale face as she lay on that thin metal bed. The doctors had left, allowing him a private goodbye, before they switched the machine off. He whispered her name softly, hoping she could hear him. 'Hannah…Hannah, can you hear me?' She slowly opened her dark, unfocused eyes, and muttered 'Who's there?' His heart leapt. 'It's me! It's Louis!' She took in a sharp breath, which led to a fit of coughs. 'Louis?' She croaked, sighing. She began to mutter under her breath. He leaned in to hear her as she said what she knew would be her last words to him slowly 'Louis. Even when I'm gone, I will always be with you, okay? I'll be your life, your voice, your reason to be. You will always be mine. I love you.' Her eyes drifted shut, and the machine next to her flared to life with a loud beeping, as doctors rushed in. Louis stumbled out in shock, and began running, past the lobby, out the door, just running…
Louis stood up, the leather sofa creaking beneath him. Almost in a trance, he walked towards their room, his and Hannah's, shutting the door behind him. He walked to the windows, and hastily shut the curtains; the view reminded him of her, and in his state of misery he didn't want to be seen. He rifled through the papers on their desk to find what he was looking for. It was a photo of the two of them, kissing in the park at sunset. Harry had taken it as a joke, but it had become one of his favourite photos of her. He paced around the room, overwhelmed with emotions, and brushed past the curtains. They briefly parted, showing the clouded night sky. As he stared out at the view of the city, a scream built up in his throat, trying to push its way out of his lungs.
Suddenly he knew what to do. His heart was breathing again, knowing what to do. He staggered back to their bed, his life flashing before his eyes like bright lights. Going back to the times they would play football in the streets, Hannah hugging him from behind. He suddenly stopped, and shed his coat and his shoes. Running over to the window, he threw it open, and hauled himself up until he was standing there, looking down on the 20 storeys below him. His bare toes were numb with cold and anticipation as he turned slowly to see the pile of clothes at the end of her bed. He took one deep breath before he let himself fall, down…down…down to where he would see her again. To where he would be her life, her voice, her reasons to be.
