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Harry's p.o.v.

"Kasey!' I hear a small voice from behind me.

I turn around, and see that blue eyes blonde haired angel, dressed in a white and black dress, little black flats placed on her shoes. My heart clenches. I feel bad for Kelsie. From my position I can see her face scrunch, tears fill her eyes more so, and she closes her eyes in pain.

Zayn sees before me and quickly rushes to lux

'Hey, there, Kelsie is busy right now, why don't you come with me?' he bends down to her. She looks at him, and looks back at Kelsie who is struggling for breath. Madiee is by her side in an instant, the same expression on her face. She tugs Kelsie away, and together they walk to the bathroom.

Zany picks up lux and rests her on his hip, arm wrapped securely under her to hold her up. He walks towards me. A sad expression on his face

'wats wrong with Kasey?' lux asks innocently.

I can't help the pained whimper from falling from me. Lux looks at me.

'Nothing" I say. Zayn looks away from the girl in his arms, and too the sky instead. I can see the bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, and the red ness in his eyes from crying so much. I look back to lux.

She looks around.

'Where's daddy?' I look around, and see no sign of tom.

'He's probably busy with, things' I tell her. She's too young to seem to realize, she's, lost someone...

I try and filter my thoughts so I don't have to think about why we are all here, in this building, I try and ignore the fact that someone I very dearly loved is cold, lifeless, in a black painted wooden box on the other side of the wall I'm against.

"Where's mommy' I whimper again, tears filling my eyes as lux looks around.

'Zayn sighs heavily. I turn away. Harry....' I see Louis approaching me from the doorway. I turn my face to the wall. 'here let me take lux you guys should go get some air' I hear the un familiar voice of one of Lou's family members, and I feel the feeling of Zayn's hands on my back gently as he leads me way, saying breathy thank you. Louis walks in front of me as we make our way out back, to the flower garden. He opens the door for us. Zayn leads me out

'there's niall' I sit down as soon enough I look up to see niall walking through the doorway, louis holding it open for him as well. The girls are right behind me he tells him. Louis nods curtly and soon enough Madiee is walking in front of a red faced Kelsie.

All of us are in black. Kelsie's wearing black tights with a black button up fancy patterned shirt; Madiee's wearing a beautiful black lace designed dress, while we boys are wearing suits, all black.

Too much black for me to like, but still. It is a funeral after all.

Kelsie sits down

'I'm sorry Madiee' "for what?" Madiee asks sitting next to her

'I'm acting like I'm the one who's hurt most when its affected us all just the same, I've been taking all the sympathy when its wrong, we all need to be here for each other I need to be strong' she tells us.

I remember the week before now, that week when we all were at our worst.

Kelsie told us before how she said she handled things she didn't want to know, or didn't like, by ignoring them. she told us the story of how she lost a pet, one of her closest dogs named bowser, who lives with her dad and brothers in Texas, and that whole month, even after they buried him, she pretended like he didn't die, didn't shed a tear that whole month, she said how she's come home from summer school and call out his name, and when he dint come, would pretend he was sleeping, and would walk into the living room, telling her dad, like many times before, how bowser was being a sleepy head and won't come out to give her loving. Her dad got tired of telling her he was gone, and having Kelsie ignore him so he only looked at her in sorrow, she said. Kelsie said that when her brothers forced her to bowsers grave, the dirt still fresh seeming even after a month, and left her there when she began bawling her eyes out. Kelsie said it's how she copes. And last week only proved her right.

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