Letters to heaven (narry storan)

Prologue

Niall

I walked down to the front of the church with my son helping me along the way with his arms round me. My grandson next to him holding his hand. In my other hand I held my walking stick.

My son Henry. He's 50 now. I love him dearly. He always helped me when I couldn't walk. Like now. This is the first time I've been out since it happened. Since I woke up next to my Harry cold and blue looking. His arms wrapped around me.

When I woke up and felt his cold arms I knew. But I didn't want to believe it. That day Henry was meant to be coming round to take me to my appointment at the opticians. Instead he walked into me still cuddled with Harry, a blank look on my face.

I refused to move for another three hours. In the end the paramedics had to pull me away from him. I kicked and screamed with all my might. But my age was against me. I was weak. I still am.

As I looked around the church. I saw Harry's sister her husband Ashton and their kids. In front of them, was Louis Tomlinson and Liam Payne. They were still strong and healthy. The front rows were for me and my family.

People looked at me with sympathy in their eyes. I whimpered slightly shutting my eyes tight. "I want to go home" I grumbled. Henry's grip tightened on me. "Dad please. Father would hate if you weren't  here" he spoke, his voice shaky.

I huffed opening my eyes again. I sat down looking at the picture of me and Harry when we was younger. There was another picture next to it. Of out X factor days. My heart hurts.

Tears are already falling from my eyes as forever young, our version played. I know what your thinking. Playing your own song at a funeral. It was Harry's request. I loved him so much. I still do. Words can't describe how much I love him.

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After the funeral everyone came back to mine and Harry's place. Not that I wanted that to happen. I wanted to be alone. I didn't want anyone to give me those stupid looks of sympathy.

Carefully I went upstairs holding onto the railings. Once I got upstairs I sat on the end of the bed. I picked up Harry's pillow pulling it into me. It was no use. His scent was gone. I cried out, throwing the pillow.

From the corner of my eye I saw something poking out from under the bed. I slid off the bed not caring about the pains in my joints. I pulled out a blanket. I smiled through my tears as I pulled Harry's blanket into my chest taking in his sent.

"Oh I love you Harry. I love you so so much. I will be with you soon enough. I promise." I cried out as I looked up.