Our piano Room - larry stylinson oneshot AU
I remember the First time I saw him, in that piano room, playing like it was the end of the times, with his green eyes closed and his curly messy hair falling over his head. It was the most beautiful picture I've ever seen. I remember the first words I said to him; "hi", and that then, the music suddenly stopped and his score sheet fell on the floor. "Oops" he muttered, and then, like it was a mystical connection between us, we started to laugh. His laugh, oh, his laugh, it sounded like bells, no, like the angels. It was beautiful.
The time with Harry passed fast. If I close my eyes I can see our first date, the first dinner or the first time that he held my hand (it felt like my heart was about to explode); but the best moments happened in that piano room. Oh yes, that piano room stole thousands of our hours. Me trying to learn how to play the piano (it was a complete disaster) and me again, watching his skilful fingers running along that white and black keys, creating harmonic melodies that never ended. We composed a song in there too, "they don't know about us".
All in him was perfect; his deep and slow voice, his long torso, his curly hair and his big green eyes. I've always wanted a tall boy, or taller than me, to feel comfortable and safe. Harry was all I've ever wanted.
Now, after 52 years with him, he's gone. We grew up togheter and now he's gone. I don't feel anything, I can't feel anything. He took my feelings and left away with them. Now I'm here, but he is not with me, and feeling this way is breaking my heart. He was my person.
In my ears, I can still hear his voice saying my name or all the songs he played for me. I can hear the last words he said to me "I'll always love you Boobear" and I can feel his body breathing for the last time.
I miss him, I miss him so much. And now, all I have to remember him is my memory, and that piano room. Our piano room.