I stared at him like a complete retard when he said it, like I couldn't believe it. I opened my mouth to speak but all there was was silence. Louis lifted his hands from holding mine to close my mouth. To be honest, I couldn't even speak. He's literally taken the words out of my mouth.

'I love you.' he repeated and then I just did what I knew was right.

I kissed him. His hand slipped from my chin and curled round my waist, locking our lips and making the kiss deeper. I always dreamt about the moment I'd managed to find love in my place I felt the most secure in. Our bodies locked and it was like we were really meant to be together. No guilt filled my head at all; absolutely nothing. I felt like John was up there smiling at me, happy that I'd finally found the person I needed in my life. Maybe John's death was to show that he wasn't the one and Louis was. God, fans were going to have so much fun when they found out.

I really didn't want to pull away from Louis. I never wanted to let him go because I was scared I was going to lose him. Then, he pulled away and reassured me of my fear and it like he could read my mind.

'You are never going to lose me, Chloe. I swear nothing is going to happen to us. I don't care if Jack said all this or John said all this; I love you and I always will and I mean it. I'm not going to change and I'll make sure we're a perfect couple because I want this to last.' He told me firmly.

And now I was happy with my life. I was happy with the guy I longed for the most, I was happy from the moment he said 'I love you'. I smiled at him and kissed him.

'You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this. I love you too!' I threw my arms around his neck and inhaled his scent.

Jesus, I was so happy. I dragged Louis from his spot and we made our way back to the house.

Unfortunately, someone was standing in the way.

My dad.

'Chloe, please listen, I'm sorry about everything. I didn-' he started but I stopped him.

'I don't care! It's fine, just forget it! Do what you want; I'm too happy to care anymore!' I shouted cheerfully at him and he stood there, stunned.

I took Louis back to the house where the others were sat in the living room. We approached quietly and stood behind them hand in hand and then I coughed. Everyone spun round suddenly and looked from our hands that were linked and back to us then to each other.

The room erupted in loud cheers and a bottle of champagne was popped open.

Were they planning this?

Clearly they were.

Jordan started blasting out Painting Flowers, a song from Alice in Wonderland and we both sang loudly to it:

Strange maze, what is this place?

I hear voices voices over my shoulder,

Nothing's making sense at all,

Wonder, why do we race?

When every day we're runnin' in circles,

Such a funny way to fall,

Tried to open up my eyes,

I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright

The last thing I remember that night before I passed out was Louis taking my hands in his and singing to me when the chorus started:

When I wake up,

The dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face,
and know I made it home.
If nothing is true,

What more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you.

And then our lips locked for the first of many times in the coming months.

Months later...

For the next few months I did what any other person would do; I started college, went out with friends and studied. My relationship with Louis stayed the same and no, we didn't split up and yes, quite a lot of the fans were annoyed but I didn't care.

I was happy with Louis, Jordan was happy with Harry and Jess ended up dating Liam... which wasn't really a surprise seeing as they were so in love.

Then, one day when I was coming out of college with Jordan and waiting for Louis to pick me up; I had a call from an unknown number.

'Hello?' I said.

'Is that you, Chloe?'

'Oh my god, hey Ross, how's it going?'

'It's... it's alright. I guess we're coping over here.'

I stopped dead. It was the one year anniversary of John's death and I'd promised I'd call the guys when I woke up. Dammit.

'Jesus, I'm so sorry. I mean, I miss him so much.' I said sounding as sympathetic as possible.

'Yeah, well, we're glad you're okay. We just called to let you know that we're coming over to England to organise his funeral.'

'Can I help?'

'We could do with it, thanks. We're at the airport now so we should be there in a few hours. I've gotta go but we'll meet you in town, okay?'

'Okay. Thanks, Ross. Bye.'

I put the phone down. Apparently, John said before he died that he wanted his funeral to be a year after he died but he never told anyone why. Jordan rubbed my back as I started crying from the memories I had with John on tour; good and bad but I said to myself that the funeral would be positive; to remember what a great person he was.

God, I sound more like his mom than I did his ex-girlfriend. But in some way, John would always still be a boyfriend to me, no matter how many boyfriends I had in the future. Hopefully it would be one because I wanted to stay with Louis.

Later that day, I got Liam to drop me off in town again with Jordan, Louis and Jess to meet John's family. When they arrived, I said to myself I wouldn't cry or be a pessimist and I stuck to that.

We drove back to Louis' where I was now living and spent hours planning everything ready for John's funeral. It was grim and I hated the word 'funeral'. It was just so depressing. But I said to myself again I wouldn't be pessimistic and I would make sure I would be positive.

All I had to do was wait until the day came...