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"Lou?" Harry said softly, causing Louis to look up from the ground. He bit his lip, running a hand through his curly hair when Louis didn't answer. "What's going on?" He asked, sitting down next to Louis, who was sat, leaned against a tree at the park across from his house. 
                          
"After my sister, my body became my diary. I began getting tattoos to show my stories, though I was the only one that knew the true meaning behind them. Everything important that happens to me, I document on my skin. You see this tattoo, Harry?" Louis asked, pointing to a tattoo of a tree, with flowers in it. It looked new.
                          
"Yeah." Harry said confusedly, softly brushing his fingertips against the boy's skin. "This is for my dad. It would take a while to explain. But, he was in an accident at work. He's in the hospital right now. This is what I was trying to tell you." Louis says, pulling the sleeve back down of his t-shirt. "Louis, I'm so sorry." Harry said, but Louis just shook his head.
                          
"Don't worry about it. We're going to have to pull the plug, though, and mum's going to be heart-broken. I just don't know what to do." Louis sighs, tugging at his hair. Harry pulls his hand away, lacing their fingers together.
                          
"Whatever happens, I'll be right here, beside you. Forever."