Everything You Want

Chapter Twelve

-Four Days Later-

Callie's POV:

I stood in front of my ceiling-to-floor mirror to review my outfit: a black dress that was tight at the top but flowed out mid-thigh, silver jewelry, and curled hair. It was events like these that I hated; not only was it to mourn the death of loved ones, but with my orangeish-red dyed hair, I kind of stood out.

I sighed and grabbed my purse and car keys and climbed into the car. I turned on some music before I realized that it was Thunder by Boys Like Girls, the song that I listened to with Harry. I quickly switched it to a different song. I haven't talked to Harry, or any of the boys for that matter, since I left their flat a few days ago. They've tried texting me and calling me, but I just couldn't bring myself to answer them. I didn't want to burden them with my company.

I turned into the funeral home parking lot, the only other car being Alex's parents' car. Lately I'd been spending lots of time with them, just planning the funeral. Today lots of Alex's friends and family would be there, some I knew and some I didn't.

My heels clicked on the pavement as I made my way to the front door. I've always hated funeral homes; they smell like tears, death, and sorrow. I've experienced death more times than most people my age have. My dad died when I was twelve from being electrocuted when he was trying to fix our TV, all of my grandparents are dead, my best friend died when I was seven from leukemia, and now Alex is dead.

"Hello, honey. You look lovely!" Lora exclaimed, giving me a tight smile as we went in for a hug.

"Thanks, so do you. Is there anything you need me to do before everyone gets here?" I offered, pulling back and shaking John's hand. I liked them; they understand the pain that I was feeling.

"Oh, we do need some matches to light the candles that are up by the casket. The dollar store is right around the corner, if you wouldn't mind going to buy some." she said.

"Of course. I'll just walk there and be back ASAP." I told her.

"Alright, thank you." she called after me as I walked out the door and back into the freezing cold. I was surprised that it was nearly December and it still hadn't snowed.

-*-*-*-

I made my way back into the funeral home. The place was now gradually filling with people.

I walked over to one of the candles and lit it. I did the same to the rest of the candles until I came to one that was up higher than the rest.

"Shit." I muttered.

"Need help?" a raspy voice said from behind me. A small gasp escaped my lips. I whirled around, only to see Niall standing behind me.

"Oh my god, you scared me!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry, didn't mean to. But seriously, do you need help with that?" he asked, nodding his head towards the unlit candles.

"Yeah, thanks." I said as I handed him the match. Despite his reputation for being short, he was still taller than me. I know, it's pathetic.

"So... Are you the only one that came?" I asked as he lit the candle and blew the match out.

"What, you don't enjoy spending time with me?" he teased.

"No I'm just pretending to be friends with you so that I can get closer to Zayn because I secretly have a crush on him." I replied sarcastically, caring both of us to laugh a bit.

"The lads should be there soon. Louis spilled food on his tie, so the boys found it necessary to haul all four of them over to a tie shop."

"They have tie shops?" I asked.