The Boyfriend Box~ A Harry Styles Fanfiction *on hold*

Snow White~ Chapter 4

Oh God, Iâm not ready to see her.

What the actual hell was I thinking- Iâm not ready to say goodbye!

I just came to that realization right after my mother and I entered the viewing room. Once my mother and I entered the room, everyone seemed to stop what they were doing and stare at me.

My mother squeezed my hand to reassure me that she was by my side and I forced a small smile.

I saw Josh in a corner consoling my best friend, Danielle. She was the closest thing Grace had to a sister and I knew if anyone would take Graceâs death almost as hard as me- it would be her.

She was holding on to Josh like her life depended on it- her face buried in his shirt as her shoulders heaved up and down.

I gulped and looked away from her- it was nice to know I wasnât the only one completely losing my mind, but it killed me seeing her so broken.

âOh, Harold! Darling!â Called a voice.

I turned around only to see Graceâs mother- My mother-in-law- come barreling towards me with her arms stretched out.

I smile sweetly at her as she engulfed me in the most painful bear hug ever imaginable- but it felt comforting at the same time.

Graceâs mother is a very large woman. Her long  curly black hair falls around her chipmunk-like face and the purple dress she is wearing makes her look like a plum. Although her eyes were a little glazed, she hadnât looked like she had been crying- in fact- during the whole church service I didnât even see her sniffle.

âWasnât that just a beautiful church service?â Mrs. Garret comments as he takes my hand in hers, âGrace was never one to sit in church on Sundays- she was always out and about, what a busy bee she was- but I know she would have loved it!â

 From the way she was rambling I could tell she was trying to hide behind a fake smile. Knowing that she is hurting all by herself- because she lost her only daughter- makes me want to smile and pretend everything is alright, to try and make her feel better.

That makes three people in the âCompletely devastated Grace is goneâ club.

âI know she would have,â I reply, âespecially the little poem at the endâ€Â¦that was something that she would have loved.”

A moment of silence passes between us- neither of us knowing how to end this extremely somber and awkward conversation.

“Harry,” Grace’s mother breaks the silence, “Just because G-Grace is gone…that doesn’t…it doesn’t mean you aren’t part of the family anymore. You are s-still my son.”

I look at her trying to hold back her tears- tears that she has probably been holding back since she got the news about Graces death. She has been denying her right to grieve because she has been denying the fact that her daughter is dead. She has been trying to go on like Grace is still here- something that I tried to do- but failed miserably at.