Baby Boy ; larry

Seven

For fictional purposes, please pretend that Robin was Harry's biological father and was Anne's only marriage. I do like Desmond but this is for the purpose of the story! Thank you!

➳ Seven

In a nice suit and hair semi-groomed, Harry stood at the doors of the funeral home, greeting friends and family with little waves and how are you doing? The answer was the same, I'm fine, sorry for your loss.

But it wasn't just Harry's loss - it was theirs too! He also didn't understand the sorry part. It wasn't anyone's fault. His father had depression, he wasn't murdered.

"It is what it is," He muttered aloud. The last of the guests had come in and he took a seat in the front with his mother. "I don't see Gemma. I told you she wouldn't come."

"Today is not the day to have an attitude," Anne whispered, sniffling. "Please, be respectful. For your father's sake. I don't want everyone thinking both my children are asses."

Wow, Harry thought. Sort of a low blow there, mum. He folded his hands in his lap and half-listened to the priest, who was reading a prayer out of the bible. He supposed he came with the whole funeral thing - but it was odd because the Styles family was not a very religious one.

Once he was finished, he invited Anne up to say a few words.

"My husband was the nicest man you could ever meet," She smiled sadly. "He had a huge part in the raising of my wonderful son, Harry, and my beautiful daughter, Gemma, who could not make it." Lies. "Robin was caring, sweet, and so intelligent. I wish I could have helped him more. I will forever miss him and everything I do is in his name. My son will now come up and talk."

Harry walked up to the podium and cleared his throat. "My father.. he was, um - he was great, really. I remember he'd take me out to the park a lot and we'd play catch. Then we'd go back home and cook on the grill. All those father-son things. I came out to him when I was 15 and he hugged me and told me he would always love me." He could see some people crying in the audience. "I miss him. And I love him. I hope he stays in all of our minds everyday."

He left the front and sat back down in his seat, the priest following behind him, announcing that it was over. Many people went up and left flowers on his coffin and wept, letting their fingertips graze the wood like some sort of ritual. Harry said his goodbyes to the guests.

"I can't believe he's gone," Anne whimpered, staring at the casket. "Me either, mum." He held her as she cried, even crying himself.

They went home, Anne going straight to bed, tear-stained cheeks. Harry sat in the living room, staring blankly at the powered-off TV. He had never felt such an immense hole in his heart before.

He picked up his phone and called the only person he could think of in that moment. It rang three times before Louis picked up. "Hey, Harry. What's up?"

"Um, I just got back from my dad's funeral," He answered bluntly.

"Yeah? Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Everyone kept telling me they were sorry for my loss. It isn't their fault, why are they apologizing?"

He could hear Louis shuffle around before (he assumed) sitting down. "It's just something people say, I guess. It's hard to comfort someone going through the loss of a loved one, so it's hard to find the right words to say."

"He killed himself," Harry said. "He had depression. My mum and I thought it was getting better - he went to therapy for ten years - but I guess not. I'm so mad. I'm so mad at myself for not helping him and I'm so mad at him for leaving us."

"There's no one to be mad at. Not him, and certainly not yourself. He loves you and your mum, so much. I know that. He tried to fight to stay, that's what the therapy was," Louis explained. "He's always going to be there with you, Harry."

Harry sighed. "You really think so?"

"I know so. My grandmother passed a little while ago and I still feel her with me everyday."

"Thank you, Lou."

"It's no problem. I'm always here."

"I know," Harry smiled a little smile. "Goodnight."

On the other side of the phone, Louis was smiling too. "Goodnight."

I'm listening to Secret Love Song Pt. II and gosh, this song is so so beautifully sad.

I hope everyone had a safe and good holiday break. I have exams the next two weeks so updates may not be frequent, but I will try my very bestest to post. Good luck to you if you're also testing!

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