SILENCE AND SOUND | LARRY AU

13 | HEY ANGEL

SILENCE AND SOUND | CHAPTER 13

"Hey, Gems." Harry said to the grey tombstone as he sat down in front of the same, leaning back on the tree a little far away. "I'm sorry I haven't been here in a while."

Harry was aware of the fact that he must look crazy to somebody looking from a distance, but he could barely care. Since he fucked up with Louis, Gemma was more or less the only person he had to talk to. Well, figuratively of course. Harry used to visit her grave every single weekend before he met Louis, but he'd lost track of time and forgotten to do so with the accident and the rehearsals and what not. This weekend, though, he made it his mission to visit his twin.

"You know, I'm a really busy now. Football captain, co-director of the school play, all that jazz." He said, quoting his sister's favourite phrase and laughed a little to himself when he felt the tears start to fall down his face. He tried to keep it in because he knew his sister wouldn't want to see him crying, but he failed miserably.

"But on a serious note, over the past month, I really did quite a lot." He said, ceasing his tears and closing his eyes as he started talking. He imagined that his sister was sitting right in front of him and that they were in their backyard, talking and catching up on the other's life as they always did.

"And I met a boy. The boy, Gem. But then, I fucked up. Like I always do. I fucked up, and I lost him. Why can I never hold on to anyone? Is it so wrong to wish that I died in that accident instead of you? It would've been so much easier. Mum and dad would've been happy as well." Harry said with a sarcastic chuckle as his tears ran again. He had been holding them in for far too long, it'd been long due. "What did I do wrong? What's wrong with me?"

"There's nothing wrong with you, Harry." The boy was shocked out of his skin when he heard the voice of a girl speak back to him. For one stupid moment, he thought it was Gemma but that would be nothing short of a miracle. Looking around, he spotted the source of the voice and immediately felt stupid. It wasn't Gemma, it was Daisy.

"Daisy, love, what're you doing here?"

"I came to visit mum." She said, pointing to the tombstone right next to Gemma's and Harry gasped.

"Your mum?"

"Yeah, do you know her?" she questioned innocently, now pointing to Gemma and Harry nodded.

"That's my twin sister."

"Oh. Do you think they're friends?" Daisy mused to Harry as she settled into his lap and faced Harry.

"Maybe. We'd have to ask, wouldn't we?"

"Yes." She giggled and stood up again. "Oops, I forgot."

Whispering to herself, she walked up to Johanna's grave, kissed her hand and then rest the hand on the older, rustier stone and making Harry smile.

"Daisy, love, how did –"

"– My mum die?"

She asked, settling in front of Harry and looking solemn all of a sudden, and Harry's heart clenched but he nodded nonetheless. He'd always wondered why their parents were never around but never had the courage ask Louis about it since it seemed to be sensitive topic around the household.

"She died giving birth to me. Fizzy tells me that Phoebe was born just fine, but I was a little stuck and she couldn't take it anymore. I killed mummy." She said with a hint of strain in her voice and Harry felt worse for bringing it up.

"You didn't kill her, baby, it's not your fault." the boy said as he beckoned her in his arms, the latter gratefully obeying.

"But daddy thinks I did. That's why he is always away. I'm the reason daddy doesn't talk to Lou or Lottie or Fizzy or Pheebs."