This Ain't The End [The WANTED FanFiction - Nathan Sykes]

This Ain't The End - Part 40

 {Friday - the day of the funeral}

'Come on hunny. Get up,' I heard a soft voice say. I moaned and opened one eye. I saw Dad there. He looked quite formal and was in his suit. I stretched and yawned.

'We're leaving in an hour. Oh Nathan called, saying that he's just passed Doncaster,' he said. I smiled and nodded. He smiled back and patted my shoulder and left. I then sat up in bed and stretched again. Today was the day. I promised myself I could do this.

I pulled myself out of my warm bed and walked into the bathroom. I was a state. Quickly, I straightened my hair and sorted it out. Then I went back to my own room and found my black dress and slipped into it.

Once it was on, I zipped up the back and had a look at my reflection in the mirror. It wasn't too bad.

I then grabbed some mascara and foundation and ran to the bathroom to apply it. Nessy had often told me her views on makeup and how she thought that "It doesn't matter if you look ugly or pretty. You just need to be nice to people. Right?".

After doing that, I trudged downstairs and into the kitchen to see Dad having some cereal and toast.

'Morning,' he said. I smiled back at him and grabbed a tea bag. I put the kettle on and waited. Once it finished boiling, I poured the water on the bag and sat on the stool opposite Dad and sipped my drink.

'Try and eat something love,' he said. I sighed and took an apple from the fruit bowl. I went to the sink to wash it and returned. I bit into it and put it down.

Once I finished breakfast, I left the kitchen leaving the apple half eaten and headed to the living room where my guitar was. I picked it up and strummed through both my songs I was singing. One for the service, and one for her burial. That word was difficult to even think.

'Lola! We're leaving in ten minutes!' I heard Dad say. So I put my guitar down and ran upstairs. I dived into my sock drawer and fished out some tights and pulled them on.

Once that was done, I slid on the bracelet from Mum, grabbed a thin cardigan and my songbook, turned my light off, and ran downstairs. I threw my cardigan on and put my guitar in its case, along with the songbook, a pen and my phone. I then slipped into my black pumps and waited at the door for Dad. He appeared within a second and we left for the church.

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This has been edited as of 24/01/17.

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