Heartbreak Weather -N.H

grief

A/N: ouch this chapter hurt my soul.

Chapter 39

March 1, 2019

Skylar's POV:

It's been five days since I saw my mom. I truly missed her, I needed that. It definitely wasn't easy and I feel bad that I wasn't there for Harry but I'm so thankful Niall was there to help.

This week has gone by pretty slow. Harry has been home. He's not very talkative but I think he's grieving which is understandable. Sometimes he just likes to be alone and I don't want to push boundaries.

I've been back and forth between here and Niall's place. I'm gonna be honest I can't go that long without him. He makes me feel safe and I feel like I can breathe and relax. I didn't want to bother Harry and I knew if he needed me, he would say something because he always does. He's not afraid to ask for me when he needs it.

This week consisted of me trying to cook for Niall which really means him cooking and me trying to not burn the toast. I giggle to myself when I think about the memory.

"Sky what setting is the toast on?" Niall peeks his head around the corner as the burnt smell fills the room.

"There's a setting?" I dumbly ask looking at him. He smiles and shakes his head. He throws his head back and laughs.

"Oh dear god petal. We're going to have to teach you how to cook," he says chuckling as he enters the kitchen.

The toast pops up burnt as hell and I drop my head into my heads with a sigh of defeat. Niall gives me a comforting back rub assuring me it's okay but not without laughing.

I truly cherish every memory I make with him. I hope they last for a long time.

Niall walks into the house with a worried look on his face and I'm instantly getting out of my seat to walk to him.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry I didn't notice but there's a bunch of pictures of us online from when we were out with Michelle."

I stand here staring at him and think of a similar moment we had like this when he flipped out on me. Now he stands in front of me sorry and worried about how this will make me feel.

"What? You mean the day I haven't been able to get out of my head for the past five days, there's pictures of? We were with my mom. Harry has barely spoken for days and there's pictures of us from that day. As if it wasn't bad enough already."

"I know love I'm so sorry. It's fan pictures, people must have seen us and took photos then posted them," he says and I can tell he feels bad. That was a rough day and while no one ever knows what others are going through, I just don't know how Niall and Harry handle this. I'm sure they are used to it by now. Sure take my photo I don't care it's happened before, I knew what I was getting into. But my mom did not and I don't feel comfortable with people taking photos of her without permission then posting them. She just wanted a nice breakfast to escape the pain she's been feeling from losing a child.

"I'm not upset about me Ni. I've had my picture taken before but my mom is different. That's my mom and that was meant to be private. She didn't ask for that. Am I making a big deal out of this? I'm sorry, I'm just upset because of everything my mom has been going through," I rush out my words. Maybe I am just overreacting.

"Love you aren't overreacting. I understand, I wish my parents didn't have to deal with it as much either. It's my fault, you were with me," he instantly takes the blame and I shake my head.