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Chapter 38

LOUIS.

"Harry! Jesus, are you about done in there?!" Liam yells, banging on the bathroom door. "Shut up! I'm brushing my teeth." Harry pushes open the door moments later and storms down the hall into his room with Niall. Everyone is in such a bad mood today.

Abby looks at me from across the room, but once she realizes I'm looking back, she moves her gaze to Elyse's dad, Ryan. He has been sitting on the couch, seemingly lifeless, for the past ten minutes. It's depressing me watching him be depressed.

"Abby? Can you come walk with me?" Marcel asks her. She looks at me, I smile, and she gets up to go walk with him. Too bad I think Marcel's annoying, or I'd offer to go, too. But he doesn't necessarily like me either.

ABBY.

"How come you asked me to go?" I ask. He shrugs. "I don't know. You looked like you needed some time away, so I guess I felt like we should walk." "No, what's really up with you?" "How do you do that? It's like you're reading my mind." "No, I'm reading your scrunched eyebrows and bloodshot eyes. Talk to me." He sighs. "I like being here and all, but I really wanna go home. I haven't told Harry, but I've been accepted into Brunel and I'm leaving in the end of August." "Why didn't you start this year?" "Because everything was mayhem. But I'm going this time. I don't want him to get mad." "Why would he get mad?" "He wanted to go there, but he got himself into.. Things.. And couldn't." "Drugs?" "Yeah, thanks to Louis." "This was a while ago though, right?" "Yeah. Right after we graduated." "Okay. Just tell him. It's not your fault you didn't do drugs. I'm sure he'll be fine with it, Marcel." He sighs. "Thank you," he murmurs.

When we get back to the house, everyone is putting on their dress clothes. Today is the funeral. "Elyse?" I walk into her room to find her on her bed with a book. "Hey, Abby." "Can I borrow a dress? I didn't bring anything nice." "Sure. There's a gray one that would look nice on top of the dresser." I grab it, thank her, and head out. Whatever she was reading sure was putting her in a better mood.

I try to pull the dress on over my head, but the zipper gets caught in my hair and it gets stuck. "Louis? Can you help me?" He walks into the bedroom and chuckles softly. "Here, love." He untangles it and pulls it on the rest of the way. "Thanks." "This is gonna suck." He mumbles. "I know." "I just keep thinking.. What if this was your funeral?"  I choke on the air I was breathing in. "What if you had killed yourself? What if-" "Stop. Stop it. It's not, okay? Stop saying stuff like that." He looks at me, just staring at me. "I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry. Just, please, don't think like that." "Okay. Let's go." He takes my hand and we walk upstairs. Everyone has left except Sammy. We're riding with her.
She smiles as we get in the car with her. "This is going to suck." She says, trying to break the awkward silence. "Yeah.. It is." I say. Louis is just looking out the window. "You okay?" I ask him quietly. His response is just a simple head nod. "Okay."

When we get there a bunch of people- like near 100- are gathered around the casket. It's so quiet. Nobody is talking, and it seems like they're scared to. "None of them have ever had to deal with suicide." Sammy tells us. I bet it's the truth, too. The service starts and the man talks for a really long time, until they say a prayer. I can't really hear, but I know that when all the people start to scatter that it's over. "So is there a thing now?" I ask Sammy. She nods. "We have to go to the hall. They're having a lunch or something to remember her, I guess." "Oh." Louis says. We don't even get to see Elyse. We just leave. This is going to be so awkward.

"It's weird to not see the body and give it your final respects, you know?" Louis murmurs on our way to the hall. "Yeah. I do know. They did the same thing with my Dad." "Really? You didn't get to see him?" Sammy asks me. "No, he looked terrible. The chemo fucked up his body. My Mum said she'd rather us not have to bear the pain." "I'm so sorry. I never met my Dad, so I didn't have to go through that." "In a way that sucks, but in a way you're lucky." "I've had like 18 Dads. You want one?" Louis says, making us laugh slightly. I look at him and send him a loving smile and he puts his hand on my thigh. "We're here."

LOUIS POV

"Awkward. That's the only way to describe it, Mum. I want to come home but I know we can't leave." "Then come home." "Mum, I just said that we can't leave. Not until next week. Diana wants Abby home, but she doesn't want to go just yet." "Why do you want to come home?" "Because I wanted this trip to be a getaway from everything, not a trip full of misery." "That's true. Look, I gotta get the girls up. Night Lou." "Goodnight Mum."

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