"Where's Harry? Is he.. Is he still denying it?" Liam asks, Niall pulls out his phone, going to Harry's contact.
"I think so... God, how can he be denying it during this? He's gonna regret not being here," Zayn replies as Niall's phone rings, waiting for Harry to answer.
"Hey H... We're at the spreading, where are you? This is hard and I understand but we're all here for you... Please show, you'll regret it later... Love you mate," Niall says after hearing Harry's voicemail.
"I hope he's alright..." Liam mutters.
"Hey lads... How are you all taking this?" Jay asks, making her way to them. Amazing Jay, who's just lost her only son and still focuses on how they're doing.
"Not as bad as Harry... He's so deep in denial that he's not even here. We're trying to get a hold of him," Liam answers, gesturing to Niall, who's trying to call Harry again.
"Oh... That... Louis would be heartbroken... Harry of all people missing this? He'd want him here more than anything," Jay says, her eyes watering as she looks to the entrance, scanning the crowd despite the tears blurring her vision.
"Yeah... He'd want Harry here more than even me, and I've known him for 19 years," Zayn replies, a tear running down his face as he glances at the vase on the other side of the room.
"Probably..." She says with a dry laugh, "You should go... you know... say goodbye," she tells him with a light sob.
"Yeah... Li? Can you... Can you come with me? I ca... Can't alone," Zayn admits, looking towards Liam with a helpless look, and Liam easily agrees, taking his hand supportively as they make their way to the vase holding one of their closest friend's ashes.
Niall sighs upon hearing Harry's voicemail again and he sends Jay a weak smile, giving her a hug and a promise that he'd keep trying before he makes his way to the vase, standing beside Zayn and Liam as the three of them break, with longing looks at the pictures spread on the table.
They spread the ashes, and Harry never comes.
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as it was (Complete)
FanfictionAs It Was - Larry Stylinson (complete) - Answer the phone, 'Harry you're no good alone, why are you sitting at home on the floor, what kind of pills are you on?' -- Book 1 - Sad Song - Without you, I feel broke, like I'm half of a whole. -- "I...
