Saved by Harry *onedirection fanfiction* [Editing!]

Dealing with it, Funeral

Today was my dads funeral. I just can't believe it, my father was dead. I have had nightmares every night about him, but then Harry would pull me closer to him and lull me back to sleep. I got out of the bed and walked over to my dresser. I pulled out some black lace underwear and a black bra and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Once out, I put on my bra and panties and walked out and to my closet. "Nice bum," Harry said. I jumped, "Harry! Stop being a pervert!," I shouted in a joking way. I don't like that he has seen me in my undergarments but at least I wasn't naked. He gave me a wink and then turned the other way so I could come out from behind the curtains. I walked into the closet and put on a form fitting black dress and some black flats. Daddy  didn't like it when I wore heels and today I'm dressing the way he liked me to be dressed. I looked in the full body mirror. I looked anorexic, had I been losing weight? Sure I have, I barely ate anything the first week I found out about the death. I didn't put on any make up; daddy liked my natural looks. Then I brushed my curls a little and put a black head band in.

We parked in the funeral home parking lot. Harry took my hand and we walked in. I couldn't take the view I saw when I walked in. I visited my mum and sisters the day after we found out and they were messed up about it then but the way my sisters clung onto my older cousins as they cried and my mum hugging her sister way to tight while crying just made me freak out. I began to hysterically cry. Harry held me close and when I got over it, I worked up enough courage to walk over to the casket. The boys and the girls were behind me the whole way acting as a shield to  block ever body else. The casket was closed, he was too messed up for the funeral men to fix to let it be open. That's probably what hurt the most, was knowing about my dad in the casket being too mortified to look at. I placed my head on the casket and cried, I started to whisper my dad's favorite things and soon it was time for the funeral to begin.

I sat through the funeral and listened to all of the speakers talk about how great my dad was. You should speak, he would want you too. I kept telling myself that and finally by the time my dad's best friend had gotten done speaking I got up. It was unplanned but I'm his daughter, they made an exception.

"My dad, he was a great man. He didn't deserve this. But then again, who does?" I started, "I remember being a young girl and when I would fall and scrape my knee or my best friend and I would be in a fight, I would always turn to him for advice. I adored everything he said. He would tell me every time that he loved me and that no matter what happens he and my family was there to protect me," I was crying and so was everybody else in the room, "He would then give me a kiss on the forehead. I'm going to miss that, I will miss every thing he did. I know everybody says this but it's true that you really start to notice the little things once they are gone. I know my mum will miss his constant teasing and flirting. Jenna will miss how he would get on to her for making perfect grades but he would do it just because he believed in us that much. Emily will miss their tea parties and his bed time stories. And me, I will miss the fact he won't be here to see all of the big milestones coming up in my family's and I's lives. We love him and really will miss him and so will all of you or you clearly wouldn't be here," some of the people in the crowd giggled a little at my really lame attempt at brightening the mood. "That's all I would like to say, I'm sorry if it didn't make sense, I just had to get it off my chest," I walked over to the casket and kissed the top of it.

The boys sang a song and then it was time to go to the burial. As we drove there in the car Harry pushed a curl out of my face and looked me in the eyes. "I'm proud of you," he told me. I smiled and kissed his hand, "Thank you, for everything."

I stayed about an hour after the burial with my entire family huddled around the grave, hugging and crying. It felt special, my real family, the boys, the girls, and Harry and I all huddled around. It made me feel like even though my daddy was gone, we were still strong to go on.

So a lot in this chapter is actually based on my cousin's recent death. It was kinda painful to write and I really hope you enjoy it! I'm not gonna lie, I kinda teared up while writing it. Sorry it was kinda depressing but I made sure to include the fact that they are strong at the end too, and by the way, I got 200 reads! I know it may not be a lot for some people but this is my first book and fan fiction so it's a lot for me, especially because I only started a couple of days ago! Thank you so much and don't forget to add to your library/ vote/ comment/ or message me if you want to! :)