A/N: Before you read, I suppose I should tell you that this will probably be pretty boring but things will pick up in the next chapter. Skip this after the first paragraph if you want but maybe read the last, yeah? {WARNING: **Minor** character death} ok hope this isn't too cringe worthy!!
~*~ HARRY'S POV ~*~
There were not a lot of people in the Styles family to begin with which completely sucks since we're dropping dead like flies. My father only has one brother and his father was an only child, like his father before him. My mother is an only child as well. Me, I have one sister named Gemma but that's it. One sister, one cousin, one uncle, two parents. Four grandparents in the beginning but not anymore.
My mum's father died of natural causes, not much to say there. I was too young, five to be exact, to comprehend what was happening. All I remember was hearing sniffles all around the house for almost two months and a half. Grandpa Reuben was a good man, or so I heard, always provided for his family and loved my mum with all his heart. I dont think I remember him at all but then again what do you expect, I didn't exactly have a visual to help me recognized who's voice belonged to who when I was introduced to new people.
My grandmum on my mum's side, Charlotte, had died a year after grandpa Reuben had passed away. Again, not much to say other than hearing she had passed away from pneumonia. I had known her a bit better considering that after my grandpa's death she had come and lived with us. She always smelled like lavender soap and a distinctive smell older people always seemed to have that I couldn't quite place but was kind enough. She'd always like to make me sit next to her while she watched her shows so that she could stroke my hair and tell me how pretty my curls were. But other than that we never talked so I didnt grow attached to her.
Next up was my grandmum Jane. I was thirteen when she died. We had been over for a family barbeque in their backyard and I had gone in to bring some potatoes out when my dad's mum had called me over. She had told me not to be doing such things when I couldn't see, said I should be sitting still so that I didn't harm myself. She had taken the bowl roughly out of my grasp, obviously upset my mum had ordered me to fetch it in the first place. Of course, the unnecessary amout of force put into it had caused her to lose her balance but I didn't know the shock would be too much for her old heart. How could I? All I heard was a thump and a clatter and a silence that blanket the kitchen.
I frantically used my cane to to find were she was the second I heard the shuddering gasp she exhaled but when I finally found her and pressed my ear to her chest all I picked up was silence. I called out to my other family members, the urgency in my voice causing them to rush to us immediately.
My grandmum Jane had died from a heart attack at age ninety-seven. Apparently, being already worked up at my mum and the shock from the fall was too much for her to handle. She was already experiencing heart problems before, it had stopped a few times prior to the accident and the doctor had specifically instructed for her to take it easy.
A year later my mum's dad died but that one didnt bother me much. He never once spoke to me or my family since I was born, saying he wanted to be nowhere near the "blind boy". He had apparently died from loneliness but he was a smoker so I thought it was more likely that he had passed from some kind of lung disease.
Above all of the rest, the death that pained me more than all the other ones combined was the death of my grandmum Jane. I didn't know her well but to this day I still felt an extreme wave of guilt at the thought of her. I was the cause of her death, and had I not allowed her to take the bowl from me or had I called out sooner maybe I could have saved her life. After all, she did die because of me.
Yet that pain was nothing compared to the heartwrench caused by the passing of my parents.
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A/N2: Ok I admit this sucks butttt it will get better, I promise! this isn't even chapter one yet and I have so many tricks up my sleeve so dont give up on me yet lovelies! {ch1 is done and should be posted in a week btw} xx
-Fi :*
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