Past

Chapter 23

Harry’s POV:

It was the day of the funeral and I drove Gabby, James, Jake and Lucy over to the church. David was going with Gabby’s parents.

No words could express what was felt, so none were spoken.  Gabrielle had a tight grip around my hand as we sat in the church. Her eyes were slowly filling with tears. I put my arm around her and she rested her head on my shoulder.

“One day, it’ll be okay. I promise you, somehow it’ll all be alright again.” I new that words were never going to be enough, but at the time it was all I could do.

People of all sorts gave each other comforting hugs. One person after the other came up to me out of the blue and hugged me. And I’m quite sure that they didn’t even notice who I was!

After many tears had hit the ground, it was time to go back. James carried Lucy over to my car, she had fallen asleep.

David and Gabby’s parents came home only a little while after us. I knew the family needed some time with just each other. So I decided to go home.

“Thank you for being here with me.” Said Gabby as we were saying our goodbyes.

“Like I’d let you be alone in a time like this. I love you Gabby, remember?”

“I know you do, I love you too.”

“Bye Gabby.” I kissed her passionately, and headed out the door.

Forty minuets later or so, I was back home. Louis and Eleanor where there.

“Hey Hazza. How’d it go?” Louis asked as he noticed me.

“It was pretty good actually, no celebrity drama or anything.”

“That’s good.” Eleanor said happily. “Do you want to join us” They were watching a movie.

“Nah, I’ll just go to my room.” I didn’t want to be in their way.

It was an early night for me. I just wasn’t in the mood for being up all night (No pun intended)

So I kicked back in my bed and feel asleep almost instantaneously.

Next morning I woke up and logged on my Twitter. Pictures of Mary’s funeral where everywhere. Pictures of me holding Gabby’s hand, Pictures of me hugging her, pictures of me kissing her. This wasn’t good. Harry didn’t know exactly why it wasn’t, it just wasn’t.

I read through some tweets, most of the ones I read where supportive and said that I was must be a wonderful boyfriend. But quite a lot also said that Gabrielle should have been killed in the accident, not Mary. I had never dialed a number into my phone as quickly as I called Gabby that morning.

No one answered. I called again. No answer.

I jumped out of bed and busted into Louis Room. He was asleep with Eleanor next to him.

“LOUIS!”

“What is it Harry?” he groaned.

“Did Gabby call?”

“No, Why?”

“I’ll tell you later!” I slammed the door behind me and hurried back into my room. I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of pants and ran out to my car and drove over to Gabby’s. I knocked violently on the door. Jake opened it.

“She left.” He said.