All because of you... [Sam Bettley fan fiction]

Chapter Four

(Joey POV)

London, UK.

"I'm so fucking happy to be going back on tour." I said out loud.

I wasn't saying it to anyone in particular, I just liked to think aloud sometimes. I was a rather cocky character, so I didn't care what people thought of me.

"Yeah. That's all I care about really. I hate being here though..." Hazel spoke up.

I looked over to her, slightly smiling. I didn't want to fully smile, it was more of a 'I'm here for you' type of smile.

This was her first time stepping onto UK soil, since her grandmothers funeral sometime last year.

I felt so bad for her, she really didn't want to be here, as it brought back bad memories, but she did want to go on the tour, and she did want to play music, heck, that's why she's in our band, because music is a giant influence and passion in her life, it is in all of our life's.

We were now walking to the hotel which we had booked for the week, we wanted to be able to prepare for tour, so we came a week early.

Two hours later..

(Hazel POV)

I turned the table light off next to the giant double hotel bed. I sighed, looking up at the blackness above me. 

I hadn't felt so depressed since I was last here, everything was coming back to me. The bad times of seeing my grandmother being lowered into the ground.

A part of me had wished I stayed here, back in York. But here, in the UK. So I could be closer to my grandmother's grave. I knew she was with me the whole time, wherever I was, she would be following me. 

But I hadn't visited her grave, ever that is. Because at the end of the funeral, I didn't even stay to watch them finish burying the casket. I just walked away, tears streaming down my face. Depression had set in pretty much straight away when I heard the news. 

I closed my eyes lightly shut, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. 

[FLASH BACK]

"I'm sorry for your loss." Is all I heard around me, as different hands lowered themselves onto my shoulders. 

As if I didn't already have enough weight being but onto my shoulders. I had spent my 20th birthday, in my bedroom, the lights turned off and crying into my pillow. 

I had lost a part of me, that had just been a week ago. I was still down, of course I was, I couldn't bare to be here anymore. 

"How are you dear?" An unknown face asked me, a female, around the same age as my mother would probably be by now. Although I wouldn't ever know what she looked like.

"I'm not okay." I replied, that was the only thing I'd said since the day of her passing. I just didn't want to speak, I'd communicate by shaking or nodding my head. That's all I could do really, I just wasn't ready to say anything.

The female frowned. "I know, I know dear. It was terrible news to hear of Mary's passing, but I guess she's in a better place now, and that's all that matters. She would want you to be happy, I remember speaking to her not long ago, about it being your birthday soon. That's clearly passed now...but she was talking about how she didn't ever want you to be down when she passed away. She knew that it would be hard, and you'd clearly cry about it. But she said to me, to tell you to follow your dreams, no matter what. Get away from this place and don't look back."