Grieving was no easy task especially when it someone you had known and loved. Walking into the secluded funeral home you knew this would be the final time seeing your dear friend.
Mr. Louis William Tomlinson.
Harry parked the car in the parking lot, turning the key and taking it out. He undid his seat belt as had you.
He sat there, forearms on the wheel and his head in the middle, faced down. You knew he was crying or seriously upset and rubbed his back, you tearing up yourself until you couldn't contain it anymore, hugging Harry and crying into his shoulder. Harry readjusted himself, grabbed you by the waist and back and hugged you, tearing up himself.
When you had finally calmed down, Harry had said, 'Come on love. We have to get in there. For Louis."
You sadly shook your head, agreeing as Harry got out the car and opened the car door for you to get out. "Thank you..." you quietly muttered.
"You're welcome..." Harry said quietly.
"Harry.." you said, causing him to turn to you. "Louis shouldn't have... He.... I wish he'd listen to us and the fans... we told him to take it easy, to stop drinking and smoking... we tried ad hard as we could've r-right?"
You snuffled, causing Harry to start walking towards you, "It's scary to think that just a drink or something so tiny could have the power to kill someone. Even your best friend. I mean, everything in this world is dangerous. It makes me sad thinking that anyone could die at anytime because of anything. Hate, drinking, anything. It could've happened to anyone. It could've been us."
"I would never let it be you. Now c'mon Nay, Louis's waiting for his final goodbye."
