Harry's POV
I've been staying at our parents house for a few days because Tom needed some time alone. He is having a rough time the past week I wanted to give him some space. I haven't heard from him since I left and that's not like him. Tom is generally quite close with us, his family, but he hasn't talked to any of us for three days. Mum's in a right state over it. I'm trying my best to reassure her and let her know that once Tom has had some time to deal with what happened with Y/N, he will call. I don't really believe what I tell her though. I'm worried about him too.
This morning, I got up, checked my phone, nothing. Tom has never gone this long without texting or calling. I know he's going through a lot, but he's never acted this way before. I head downstairs for breakfast and stop at the door, hearing concerned voices. I try not to eavesdrop, but I can't help it. The walls in our house are thin. 'I'm really worried about him, Dom. I want him to come stay here. We can help him, especially with Posie.' My mum says. I slowly push open the kitchen door, to see Mum crying over her tea. Dad's trying his best to console her, but it doesn't seem to be working very well. 'Nikki, Tom's too old to want you to fix everything for him. When he feels like he's ready to talk, he will call.'
She looks up at me when she hears me come in. 'Morning, love. Have you heard from Tom?' I shake my head in response and start to make some tea. 'Go over there Harry and check on him, will you please? I just need to know he's okay.' 'Sure Mum.' I say, sitting down. 'He's never cut us out like this before.' Mum says, wiping tears from her cheek. I reach over and squeeze her hand. 'I'll come back with a full report. I promise.'
Tom and Y/N lived together in a flat not to far from our parents place. Usually I would drive over, but I need time to think of what to say. Tom's heart is broken and I want to be supportive and I don't want to say anything cliché. 20 minutes later, I'm knocking on his front door. No answer. All the curtains are drawn, the house is dark, but his car is in the driveway. I know he's home. I knock again, taking out my key. I open the door slowly and am hit with a wall of sound. Harry Styles is blaring from the speakers. 'Tom?! Are you home?!' I call out walking into the dark front hall. 'Yeah.' I hear him call out from the living room.
I walk in and cannot believe what I'm seeing. I have never seen Tom like this before. He looks completely devastated. There are dishes all over the living room and it looks like he hasn't showered in days. I sit down next to him. 'Mum's worried about you and after seeing all this I am too. Why don't you go upstairs and get some sleep and I'll clean this up?' 'I can't go up there Harry. She's there.' What do you mean?' 'Y/N. We had so many good memories here and she's walking around like a ghost. I can't sleep in that bed, because I feel like she's there with me and when I roll over and realize, she's gone, it breaks my heart all over again. So I sleep down here.' I nod, looking over at his sad face.
'Mate, I never figured you for a Harry Styles fan.' I say, chuckling between songs. 'I'm not really. It's just Y/N.' Tom trails off and shrugs. A sad song starts and Tom starts softly singing along:
I'm in my bed and you're not here. And there's no one to blame, but the drink in my wandering hands.
'Yeah mate, that song is definitely not helping with your mental state,' I say getting up and turning it off. 'I tell you what. How about you go have a shower and I'll fix you some breakfast?'
Thirty minutes later, Tom comes down, and I cannot believe how much better he looks, even though it was just a shower. 'I made pancakes,' I say, putting a plate down in front of him. 'Thanks,' Tom says quietly. 'How's Posie doing with all this?' I ask, starting on the dishes. 'She's doing okay. She doesn't know what's going on, just that I'm sad.' 'You know, Mum wants you two to come stay at the house for a while.' I say. Tom looks down at his pancakes, shaking his head. 'Tell her thank you, but no. You know what she like. I have to figure out how to get on by myself. She can't fix my heart every time it breaks, no matter how much she wants to.'
Tom and I just talk. Like really talk for quite a while. I can see some of the pain falling from his face as he tells me about him and Posie, his daughter. He really loves her. A tear suddenly rolls down his cheek. 'Sometimes I wonder if I had done something different, that Y/N would still be here with me. Like if I could go back and change one thing, we would be happy together.' I let out a sigh. 'Tom you can't change the past.' 'I know. I can't help but get stuck in a spiral sometimes.' 'It's okay. It will get better with time. Wow. Did I really just say that? Div.' I say, shaking my head. Tom laughs and I get up to go. 'Call Mum later, okay? That should keep her happy for a little bit.' 'Yeah. Thanks for checking up on me.' Tom says. 'That's what brothers are for right?'
Tom's POV
I sat in the kitchen for quite a while after Harry left. Talking to him helped, but I still feel incomplete without Y/N here. Every room in this house seems haunted. She's here all the time with me. We have so many memories here. Sometimes I feel like the memories are so thick I can reach up and brush them away from my face. I know it's not healthy to wallow like this, but I don't know how I am going to get over Y/N.
Tears start flowing again as I remember sitting right her the first time I told Y/N that I loved her. She wanted to make me a fancy dinner, but ended up burning the roast. She got so angry, but was so adorable arguing with and cursing at the oven for ruining dinner. I had to stifle my laughter as she came over and sat next to me. A tear rolled down her face as she turned to me and said 'I just wanted everything to be perfect, but that stupid oven of yours ruined it.' She looked so beautiful. I reached up caressing her face causing her to look at me. 'I love you,' I said softly. Her eyed welled up and I kissed her.
I get up, wiping the tears away. I can't keep on like this. It's not healthy. I head back to the living room and see that Harry's cleared up for me. I open the curtains, looking out on a beautiful day. Maybe when Posie gets up from her nap, we will go out for a walk. The fresh air will do us good.
I climb the stairs and quietly open Posie's door. I walk over to her crib, seeing she's still sleeping. She is so beautiful, she looks so much like Y/N. I wish she was here. I pull up the rocking chair and watch her sleep. How can someone so small be so perfect? My heart feels bipolar. How can I be in so much pain and love someone so much at the same time. I'll always be grateful that Posie is something Y/N and I will always share together.
Looking down at my watch, I get up and go to wake Posie. I don't want her to over sleep. I reach down for her as my phone rings, causing Posie to sitr. 'Hello?' 'Hello, Mr. Holland?' 'Yes, this is he.' 'I'm sorry to disturb you sir. I know you are busy with a new born and all, but Mr. Casey asked me to call you.' 'Okay.' I say, lifting Posie out of her crib. 'Something has some up and he needs you to come down to the funeral home to sort out some last minute things before Y/N's memorial service on Thursday.' I let out a long sigh. 'Yeah sure. What time?' 'Can you be here for 2 pm?' 'Okay.' 'Great. And once again, we're so sorry for your loss.' I hang up.
Heading over to the change table with Posie, I kiss her forehead as I lay her down. 'Well princess. Let's go make sure everything is perfect to say goodbye to mummy, hey?' She looks up at me, with Y/N's eyes and for the first time since Y/N died in child birth, I feel like one day I’ll finally be over her.
I apologize for not putting a warning a warning for character death, but I didn't want to spoil the twist.
