| reya-15|
|harrys wife died 4 months ago|
reyas pov
'wake up love' my dad says as he shakes me
'huh?' i ask looking at the time
'you have school' my face drops
todays the day that im meant to be going back to school,but i cant, its just too hard.
Grief is hard and when its a parents its even harder, especially on a 15 year old.
'i cant dad' i say looking away because i know i will cry otherwise
'you need to'
'i cant' i say and my voice breaks
'why?' he says softly
'mum died 4 months ago,its hard'.
'i know but you need to be there'
'you dont understand' i scoff
after that we end up getting in a heated argument. We both say things and i ended it with.
'I WISH IT WAS YOU THAT DIED' and i immediately regret it.
dads face drops and he looks upset. 'well then' he mumbles about to cry and walks out.
I really wish i didnt say that, because i dont wish he died at all.
I know i should just go to school after that so we dont argue any more.
All day at school i feel really bad and i cant get my mind off it.Normally he picks me up, but i know that wont be the case.
I needed to tell him how sorry i am but i know he wont speak to me, so i decide to buy him something.
You see im a model so i get paid well,and dad likes gucci. Hes been wanting to get some sunglasses but he hasnt. so i will get them.
Right when school finishes i make my way to the gucci store in london.
It takes me about 20 mins to get there. Dads a regular here so they know me
'reya! hello!' the owner says
'hi!' i say
'no harry today?'
'no im here to buy something for him'
he nods 'what are you looking for?'
'these sunglasses 'i say and show him a picture.
I get them and call the driver we have.
I go on my phone and noticed i have 5 missed calls from him and messages
where are you? most of them read
i dont reply as im already on my way home.
when i get home i quietly enter the house ans hear my dad talking
'she hates me, she wants me dead and now i dont know where she is mum' he cries. Guilt immediately washes over my face.
I go upstairs and write him a note for his present.
'dad, im really sorry about what i said. I didnt mean it and i really hope you know that. I was just upset and were both obviously still grieving.
I got you this as a sorry. Words cant express how sorry i am ans how much i love you. Enjoy them x'
i sneak downstairs and place the gucci bag and note on the kitchen island.
10 mins later i hear a knock at my door and im sorting through my vinyls.
'come in' i say softly
dad opens the door and scans the room trypinf to find me.
'come here' he says and he sits on my bed.
I sit down next to him and he looks at me
'you didnt have to get me them you know'
'i did' then we fall into silence
'i read your note' he says and i nod
he sighs 'thank you'
im literally about to break down.
'im really sorry' i say quietly
'i know'
'no dad i didnt mean it one bit'
'i know love'
'i was really rude to you i shouldnt of said it'
'i know it was rude but i know you didnt mean it, were still grieving and i get that its hard'
'i just love you so much dad, i dont mean to hurt you but i cant help it'
he pulls me into a hug
'you dont have to keep saying sorry,i know and its okay' i nod
'were okay now?' he asks and i smile and nod
he kisses my head. 'i love you so much'
'i love you too' i say and we hug for a few minutes
