Chapter 5 - Today is the day.

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AUTHORS NOTE! Sorry I haven't updated in a while have been busy with revision and dancing, school and I have just come back from skiing so I appolagise for it being updated late and I also appolagise in advance if this chapter brings some upsetting memories to any of you, I started crying whilst writing this chapter, not for the same reason Emma does but because of someone else that was close to me... Please remember to comment thoughts because otherwise I don't know if you enjoy my story or not. Thanks Lucy xxx

*Emma's P.O.V*

A few days have passed now since I told Harry he couldn't come in my room and I do feel bad about it but I just don't want to get too close just for him to hurt me again. I have seen him a few times but not for very long, we smile and have short conversations but not like before. I get out of bed and go to the kitchen to get a cup of tea. "Morning love." My mum say with a weak smile, dressed in black. Today is the day I have been dreading for weeks...My dad's funeral.

I put on my black skater dress which my dad bought me for my last birthday and some red pumps. I decide to accessorise the dress with a thin red belt. Red was my dad's favourite colour, thoughts of him are swimming through my brain as I straighten my hair. A tear runs down my cheek and falls to the floor, a sign I should not wear makeup today. I turn to leave my room grabbing a packet of tissues from my bedside cabinet and walk downstairs.

My mum is sat in the living room waiting for me her eyes just as watery as mine. "Ready to go mum?" I ask as I approach her. She nods and stands up pulling me into a hug. "Let's go, you look beautiful Emma. Your dad would be so proud of his beautiful young lady." Her words pulled at my heart and I feel the tears flowing from my eyes.

My dad's favourite song is playing signalling the funeral is almost over. All my relatives are here and a few others like my dad's old co-workers and friends also Anne is here with Harry. Some people come up to me and hug me, complimenting the service, how they are sorry for my loss and how much my dad would be proud of me and blah, blah, blah. I couldn't care less about what they have to say to me. I missed my dad and nothing they say can bring him back to me! I look over to my mum, who is with her mum looking at the beautiful flower arrangements people have given us. "That was really beautiful Emma." I turned around at the sound of his voice. Harry stood there towering over me in his suit. "Thanks Harry, I just wish he was still with us." I pause for a bit wiping the tears off my cheeks. "With me" I don't try holding my tears in any longer. I cover my face with my hands. How stupid must I look right now? "Shhh...Don't cry Emma. He wouldn't want to see you crying now would he?" I feel him pull me into a hug. A hug was exactly what I needed right now so I hugged him back whilst sobbing into his chest probably leaving tear stains on his white shirt. He kissed the top of my head and told me everything will be okay. I pulled away and looked at him in disbelief. "Emma hunny, it's time to go Anne's giving us a lift back." I nodded and say goodbye to everyone who was present. We arrive at the car and Harry hasn't left my side once. He has his hand around my waist, holding me tight to his side. He opened the door and I jumped in. I can't help but feel so much safer when I am with him.

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