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It's been three weeks of Louis not seeing Harry.

Three weeks of having no one to describe color to.

And even though Harry's funeral is loaded with colors, from the rainbow of flowers to the bright sun shining overhead (Louis thinks that there couldn't be anything more appropriate than sunshine on the day of Harry's funeral), Louis still feels it isn't enough.

Something is missing.

Louis's thoughts are interrupted by Anne, standing over him with not-yet-fallen tears clogging her eyes.

"Louis," she says, wrapping her arms around him and holding tight. He's gotten unbelievably close to Anne over the past few weeks, learning more about Harry from her than he could've ever hoped for.

He just hugs her back, because there isn't really much more to do, but Anne is pulling away and giving him a hopeful look.

"Do you think you could speak, love?"

Louis' heart catches in his throat, his mind splitting in thousands of pieces. "You want me to speak?"

"Yes. I think Harry would've wanted you to speak, too, Louis."

And no. Louis can't afford to cry at this. He's cried enough over the past few weeks.

"Okay. Okay. I'll just warn you though. It'll probably be shit speech."

Anne laughs and cradles Louis's cheek in her palm. "Anyone who made Harry as happy as he was couldn't possibly be capable of a 'shit speech'."

Louis smiles and Anne releases his hand, going to over to talk to Harry's grandparents. Louis takes in a deep breath and looks toward the sky.

"This is all your fault, you know," he says. "You wanker."

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The funeral is beautiful. Really. It is. Louis has never really been to funerals (he went to his great aunt's, once, but he barely knew her and she smelled like mothballs), so he doesn't have much to compare it too, but he imagines it's probably better than anyone could've hoped for.Anne gives a wonderful speech, Harry's sister, Gemma, reads a lengthy poem about death, and Harry's mate Will sings a hymn. It's all lovely and Louis finds himself falling even more in love with Harry.

"Our next speaker will be a boy who was very, very special to Harry. Louis Tomlinson, could you come up please?" Anne says into the mic, and Louis' palms immediately have a private rainstorm.

He's walking up to the podium without even realizing it, his heartbeat at a vigorously unhealthy pace, his tears threatening to spill at any moment. He stares out at the people for a moment, seeing a sliver of Harry in each of them. His eyes lay on Maisie, who gives him a sad sort of smile, and the words come out of no-where.

"I used to think sight was important until I met Harry Styles. We met in his clinic room, and he told me that even though he couldn't see me, he knew I was beautiful. He was a flirty lad and he even had a nickname for me." Louis's eyes begin to moisten as he hears Harry saying Lou Will in his head. "I only knew him for a handful of days, but I don't really mind because I feel extremely privileged to have known him at all. And of course, he was stunningly handsome and had the prettiest eyes that were a color all its own. But that's not why I loved him.

"I loved Harry because of his ability to see the real color of things. Over the days I knew him, each day I described a different color to him, and he loved it. He told me all about how he wanted to be a photographer someday so he could capture the world's beauty and preserve it til the end of time. And I admired him for that, I admired the way he never stopped dreaming of the moment where he could finally see and experience things. He was so positive, even though he had much to be sad about, and it made me want to fall to me knees and beg forgiveness for each stupid hardship I've complained about. His thirst for the truth about things was one of the best things about him.

"I loved Harry. Still do. What we had was so special, and even though I'll most likely move on and see other people, I'll never forget the way he loved me. Because he loved entirely with his heart, since sight was out of the question. He loved me, not my face, not my body, but me. I will never stop being amazed at that. And even though he was blind, I think he knew more about color than all of us.

"Before, I never knew what the quote 'if you really love something, you'll set it free' meant. I always thought the best way you could show your love for someone would be to remind them every day and never let them forget it. But now I understand. If Harry was here, right now, he'd have his sight and he would be able to experience color in an earthly state. But now, now that' s he's up there, I know for a fact that he's painting pictures and taking photos of colors that aren't even possible on Earth. I know that he is having the best time of his life, and that even though he misses all of us, he hasn't been happier.

"Here's to you, Harry Styles. I'll love you until the color of the world fades."

Louis's speech is ended with the roar of applause. At first, Louis thinks that it's all because of his speech, but then he looks to the sky, and he sees it.

A rainbow. Right smack in the middle of a perfectly sunny day. And not just any rainbow: the most vivid, vibrant, beautiful, absolutely breathtaking rainbow he's ever seen. The people are cheering for the rainbow. Harry's rainbow.

Louis smiles, his tears freely falling now.

Harry has made it. Harry is free. Harry has seen his color.

~THE END~

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