Change My Mind- Zayn and Harry Fan Fiction

We Never Tried

*1 week later*

Niall's POV:

You finally woke up from your not-very serious coma. You don't remember everything from that night. You wish you did so you knew who did this to you. Your face was still bruised but everything is getting better slowly. You wanted to see Seyma straight away when you woke up however, you heard from the nurse that she was in coma as well as you. 

You went to see Seyma in her bed to say to hello to her, so that she knows you're there with her. You also knew that Harry was in the hospital before due to him cutting himself. He was here. He was. 

Today is his funeral. He cut himself so strongly that he killed himself. You don't know how Seyma will take it when she wakes up from her coma. She won't be able to function normally. She will feel lost and alone without Harry beside her. She always loved him even when she was with Zayn. She always loved him but she didn't want anyone to know this. You wondered about all the days you spent with Harry in the band and as just normal friends. Trying to forget about all those days hurts you so bad because you know she won't be able to live knowing she lost two people who were close to her.

You put on your suit; adjusting the tie. You looked in the mirror- you were now going to your friend's funeral. You wish you didn't try to take Seyma away from him. He was such a good person. He loved children and the fact that he was going to be a dad probably made him happy. You didn't know his real reaction since you were in coma throughout all this time. You looked at the picture of him on your phone. The picture that Seyma took when she was still with Zayn. When you were all on holidays. When you were all together. All of you. 

"Niall come on we will be late if you don't hurry up!" Louis shouted from downstairs to you. You stopped thinking about Harry and Seyma and made your way down the stairs. Your steps made loud noises while you were walking down the wooden stairs of your apartment. Why did this have to happen to him? Why did he do this to himself? 

Why?

These were the questions that pondered through your mind throughout the whole journey to the cemetry. This is one of the events that made all of Harry's family get to know all of the band. You never met his grandad or grandma or even his cousins. Getting to know those people that were close to him made you think of Seyma again. She was in the hospital, laying on the bed, not knowing what is happening right now. Harry's mum picked you to speak about Harry on the funeral since she said you were his best friend. This is probably the hardest thing you have to do today. 

Everyone walked into the building where Harry's coffin was placed right in front of the cross. The coffin was opened, showing Harry laying there with his eyes closed. He looked peaceful and calm. His face was a light purple colour and his lips were a dark pink. This was it. He was dead and nothing could change that. Nothing in the world. Everyone came in to the building and sat down on the seats set out in the building facing the coffin. 

"Alright pal? You're in a better place now but don't forget to come sometimes for our practices. You're still in the band you know. You will rock Heaven with your voice. See you soon pal." You said to Harry's body which didn't respond. He just lay there like a statue, not doing anything. 

The priest came to the front and asked everyone to take a seat. You placed his paper plane necklace in the coffin right next to his hand. 

"We gathered here today to mourn over Harry Styles' death. Let's all listen to the speach of his best friend, Niall Horan. Thank you." The priest steped back and motioned for you to come upto the microphone. You stood up and made your way to the microphone, still not fully taking in what has happened, what you are doing, and what you will say. As you finally reached the microphone your palms started to sweat, your throat couldn't stop making you cough, your knees became weak. Every step made by your feet made you feel guilty of Harry's death. You were the one who tried to take away Seyma from him and.... then suddenly your memory came back to the day when you were beaten up. Harry. You remember him coming into the apartment and punching your face; making your face bleed and form bruises. You remembered how powerful his puncehs were that they made you go into coma for a short while. All because of him. All because of him you were in the hospital unconscious. All because of him. 

*Listen to Autumn Leaves by Ed Sheeran and then turn on Sunburn by Ed Sheeran!*

"Harry Styles was only 19 when he passed away. He was a great friend and a great singer. He was one of my bestest friends and...." Your voice broke at this point. Best friends aren't supposed to beat you up until you go into coma, do they? Was it the truth that you said just then? Tears filled your eyes watching his mum cry into her daughter's shoulder. 

".... he was a great boyfriend, I'm sure. I don't think he told anyone but.... I don't know if I can say this..." A small pause filled the room. You looked at his family and the boys. You tried to figure out if you should say about Seyma's pregnancy or not. You saw Liam nod his head approving your speach.

"He was going to be a father. Sadly, before seeing his baby he passed away tragically. I just want to say to his family and everyone gathered here today that, since we all knew Harry pretty well; we can all agree that he was an amazing person. One in a million. His passion towards singing and his family and friends was overwhelming. His success was greatly achieved by his hard work and ambition. It's a very sad moment for all of us today. Finally I just want to say to Harry, keep up the good work pal. Rock Heaven as you always said you would. Thank you." You looked at everyone for the last time.

You walked away from the microphone and towards your seat. You thought about how Seyma won't be able to see Harry anymore. She won't be able to speak to him. She won't be able to kiss him. She won't be able to share memories with him. She won't be able to show her children who Harry was. She won't be able to see a special someone who would remind her of him forever. 

She won't be able to see her baby....