A/N OMG lovelys, two updates in two days?! I don't know what's even happened to my schedule over what days I'm going to update, and which days I don't, I've kind of just thrown it out the window...
Anyways, here's the second half of the funeral! I was going to put it in at the end of the last chapter, but it was already, like, 3 pages long, and I didn't want to bore you so I decided to split it up a bit more!
On a completely separate note, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR GETTING ME TO 100 VOTES ON DIRTY LITTLE WHORE! *does celebratory dance in bed* THAT'S INSANE! THANK YOU ALL SOOOO MUCH!
Umm, I think that's it...oh! Listen to the song on the side, it's one of my favourites and almost always makes me cry, and it comes up later on in the chapter. If for some reason I can't attach it, or you can't get it up on whatever your reading this chapter off of, it's Katy Perry's 'The One That Got Away'.
Wow, this is like the longest author's note ever...if you've reached this point then I love you!
Okay, I'm actually going to start the chapter now...
"Actually," On shaking legs, they got up out of their seat, turning to face Father Abraham "I would like to say something"
"Of course, Louis, right?" Father Abraham addressed the nervous looking 21 year old as he slowly shook his head yes at him. "Well, the stage is yours"
Louis started for the podium when he felt someone tug on his suit sleeve, forcing him to turn and look at the curly haired boy giving him a concerned look "Are you sure you're up for this, Lou?"
"Yeah, I am Harry. I need to say goodbye in my own words, and this is the only way I'm gonna be able to do it" Louis attempted a reassuring smile which Harry saw right through, but didn't hesitate to question, letting go of the black sleeve, and allowing the Doncaster boy to go and make his speech.
The truth is, Louis was terrified. His palms were sweating, face draining of all colour, but most importantly, afraid of screwing it up. He'd never confessed how he's truly felt towards Rachel to anyone, not even his mum or the boys, let alone in front of the rest of her family, and friends from school; but like he said, he had to say goodbye in his own words.
The final words that came out of Rachel Smith's mouth was about how much she loved Louis, and he had to show not just the haters, but Rachel too, how much he truly loved her also.
Louis stood in front of the small, black microphone stationed on top of the oak podium, clearing his dry throat before addressing the crowd of guests sat before him.
He refused to make eye contact with any of the grieving guests, staring straight down the isle situated in the centre of all the chairs, looking far off into the calm and peaceful forest.
Oh, what he'd do just to walk away from it all, walk away from all the pain, and sorrow; walk away from the guilt, and the upset.
Leave it all behind and start again.
Leave all the drama.
The paparazzi.
The fans.
The life he'd made for himself for the past 21 years he'd been on this Earth.
But he couldn't. He was forced to stay there and face it all, because one of the many things that Rachel taught him was that you couldn't run away from the battles in life; you had to stay and fight them for yourself.
And that's exactly what he planned on doing today.
Fighting his first battle without Rachel by his side, holding his hand every step of the way.
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