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"Mum, Dad, I'm back!" I called through the house.

Since no one answered, I just kept talking.

"I got biology test back. I made a B and Harry got a C. I think I should tutor him more often--" I announced happily, but when I stood in the kitchen, I paused.

"Mum? Dad? Why are you crying?" I asked insecure and ran towards the two of them.

They pulled me into a hug and cried harder. After what seemed like hours, they let go of me.

"Follow me." Dad said sadly and led me into the living room.

I sat down on the big sofa. Mum and Dad each next to me.

"It's about Fizzy." Dad began.

"Okay. Is she okay?" I asked and looked at both of them.

Fizzy was one of my little sisters. Beautiful brown hair and bright blue eyes. Simply beautiful and she was only 8 years old. I was now 12 years.

"I'm sure she'll be fine where she is. I hope so." Mum sobbed.

"What? W-what do you mean?" I asked scared.

"Louis, Fizzy was hit by a car on a school trip this morning. She died at the scene of the accident." Dad then explained to me.

"No!" I screamed and was startled.

Shortly afterwards I heard quick steps and my door was thrown open.

"Everything alright, Bo--" began a familiar voice, but stopped again immediately.

It was Harry.

"Go away." I said coldly and looked at my blanket.

Only now I did notice drops that ran down my cheek and landed on the blanket.

"The nightmare again..." Harry mumbled to himself and closed the door of my room behind him.

Then he came up to me and sat down on the bed next to me. Without even hesitation, he pulled me to him.

"Y-You have to g-go to Av-Avery." I sobbed.

"Fuck her! I have to be there for you now. Do you hear? For you and not for her." he contradicted and dropped himself backwards.

He pulled me along and my head, which landed on his chest. Then he fished for the blanket and covered us.

"S-She was so-so b-beautiful a-and still s-so young." I started to whimper.

"Shhh I know baby. I know. She was wonderful." he whispered into my ear and rubbed my back.

"A-And then t-there w-was thi-this car." I just kept crying.

"You know you haven't lost her! She's in here and in here. In your head and in your heart. Besides, she has the best big brother in the world. You." my 'unfortunately only' best friend reminded me.

"She could still have been alive." I mumbled very tired.

I don't know how he did it, but his closeness, his manner and his words took me from one hundred to zero in just a few minutes.

"And she still does that, just not on our earth anymore. I know you're afraid of forgetting her, but you can't forget people you love. They just stay in your head all the time and don't want to leave either. Sometimes it's a good thing and sometimes it's not." he said softly and ran is fingers through my hair.

"Do you have someone on your mind who will stay there forever?" I asked softly.

"Yeah, and that won't change either. I think no matter what I try, it just doesn't work and somehow it scares the hell out of me." he replied just as quietly as I was.

I realized this became one of our conversations that I love so much. They were deep, but they also showed me that I could only love that nutcase next to me even more.

"Why does it scare you?" I asked again.

"It scares me because I've never loved like this. I'm scared that I might lose this person and I don't know what I would do then. This person is just everything to me. My world." the answer came so easily from his lips that it could only be true.

But only now I remembered that he had a girlfriend lying next to us in the room.

"You're talking about Avery, aren't you?" I asked uncertainly.

I was afraid of his answer, even if I already knew it.

"Sleep now, darling. I have to get up early tomorrow. I wanted to get something for breakfast." Harry whispered into my ear.

I knew he was just trying to distract from my question, but I didn't mind. On the contrary. Even if the answer was clear to me, as I said, it was only good not to hear it out of his mouth.

"Good night Hazza. Love you." I muttered into the crook of his neck.

"I love you too, Blue. Very much." I heard him whisper before my eyes closed and I fell asleep with a smile on my lips.

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