Niall Gone Mad?! 1D Imagine/Fanfic

Part Fifteen!

I fixed Harry’s small black bowtie as his normally light green eyes were dark in the dimly lit room.  Our breathing sounded at odd paces, neither of us having any eye contact made.  There were sounds of the other boys and guests rummaging around outside this small room. 

                The room was dusty, like a small storage closet.  It had a thin black rimmed mirror hanging on the dusty and ragged old white paint walls.  The light bulb flickered over our heads as we finished preparing for Niall’s funeral. 

                Neither of us said a word for the longest time.

                My hands skimmed Harry’s tuxedo jacket, smoothing any wrinkles out from it as he watched me move from the mirror.  When I finished, his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me softly into a light embrace.  It had so much emotion in it in the silence the room had.  His large fingers twirled around the light curls I had made this morning with the curler.  He tugged one from my head, letting it go and his eyes followed it retract back to my shoulder, returning to its curl and settling back down.  He repeated it until he glanced directly to my face.

                “Ar-are you ready?”  He gulped, scratching his fluffy curls and swiping them away from his forehead, just for them to fall in front of his face yet again.

                “Not really.”  My gaze settled on his cheeks, avoiding his caring stare. 

                “Harry?  Are you guys in there?”  Louis’ voice calls as he knocks on the old rotting wood.

                “Yeah mate, we’ll be out in a minute.”  Harry calls back, monotone as I can see Louis in my head, nodding to himself and leaving the doorway and back to one of the boys or Eleanor.  I raised my eyes to meet with Harry’s now lighter green ones.  He leant down until his forehead rested against mine, keeping our eyes locked with both of his arms wrapped protectively around me.

                “You ready to see his face for the last time?”  I mumble, my hand caressing Harry’s cheek as my thumb strokes his soft skin, drifting across his smiles lines and poking where his dimple is.

                “I hope it’s not the last time; I don’t want it to be.”  Harry replies slowly, covering my hand with his rougher one, lowering it and lacing our fingers together.  The musty air settles around us as we speak; the small room feeling as though it’s starting to close around us.  I cough recklessly for a moment, the dust filling the air and we both swipe in front of our faces, trying to keep it away.

                “Let’s get out of here.”  Harry mutters, taking my hand again and opening the door, leading me out and shutting it behind us.  I dust off his jacket and ruffle his hair.

                “Good as new.”  I crack a small smile.  He nods, raising a finger and draping a stretch of hair behind my ear.

                “You look beautiful.”  He whispers; his eyes looking me over before he smiles.  I shrug and break the eye contact, forcing my gaze to look away, feeling his eyes keep every movement of mine on his radar.  His hand squeezes mine gently, beginning to proceed into the open casket room.  By now, the majority of guests have said their goodbyes to Niall, tearing tissues from their pockets and the tears filling them instantly.  His family has already gone through.  My gaze drifts to them, standing in the corner near the sanctuary, holding one another dearly.

                “Do you want to go alone?”  Harry stops, once again carefully watching me as he squeezes my hand.  Unsure, I nod my head slowly and he hugs me tightly.  I untangle myself from Harry a few minutes later, entering the room as the last few guests are leaving.  The doors click shut behind me.  I find myself standing there alone with Niall in his casket, the day that I never would dream to see.