Secret ~Larry Stylinson AU~

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Louis' POV

Today was the day of Lottie's funeral. Everyone was silent. Mum picked up Daisy and Phoebe last night, they found out last night. Mark and Mum were wearing black. I told them not to, Lottie hated the color black. The girls went with what Lottie would've wanted.. her favorite outfits on them. Mum didn't like that, but they insisted. I, on the other hand, was wearing my real dad's old suit. It fit me perfectly, which I thought was weird... seeing that I barely even knew him. It felt weird getting ready to bury my sister... my fourteen year old sister. 

Niall's family were going to meet us at the grave-side service. Mum said that it'd be better not to have an open-casket because of the condition she was found in. She said it gives her a sense of closure. 

Niall had been acting weird since I stayed with Harry. Then again, so have I. I've been watching where I go, and who I go with. And I haven't been anywhere alone since then. There's still this part of me that knows that Harry is following me. I can feel eyes on me when I'm in a crowd. Luckily, Harry hasn't followed me to school, that I know of. And if he did, Niall would be pissed.

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Mark wrote the eulogy. Mum wanted to, but we told her that we didn’t think it’d be a good idea. We just arrived at the cemetery and Niall walked up to me.

“How are you, Lou?” He asked in a soft voice.

"I'm fine," I said, holding back tears. 

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. "Everything's gonna be okay," He whispered. 

"I hope so," 

Once everyone got sat down, Mark stood in front of everyone. 

"Charlotte was a special girl. She was beautiful, talented, and a great role model to her sisters. Lottie had a special connection with everyone. She could make everyone she met smile. Even though, Louis might disagree, with getting the most of her attitude." 

I couldn't help but smile.

"And Jay, we've both gotten the wrath of angry Lottie. But honestly, she was great. She always lit up every room she was in. She'd always beg for the latest fashions, and of course, I'd try my hardest to get them." He paused, and smiled with tears in his eyes.

"I remember this time, Jay had gone out with the twins and Louis was with Niall, but I came home early from a business trip and Lottie was home alone. She had her stereo turned all the way up and she was blaring that damn boy-band... She loved those boys with everything she had. And it sucks because they'll never get to know their biggest fan. That band," He shook his head, "Now I wish that I would've bought her concert tickets earlier..." He lost it. 

I stood up and walked to him. I put my arm around his shoulder and he cried into mine. After he collected himself and continued.

"Lottie, love, you  will be missed and we'll never forget you." He sobbed.

"I-I guess it's my turn," I said, nervously. 

I picked up the little radio that I brought with me. 

"Lottie always joked about having them sing at her funeral, because she thought she was going to marry them... I know it's not them, but here's your wish, Lot." I pressed play. 

"Shut the door, turn the light off, I wanna be with you, I wanna feel your love, I wanna lay beside you I cannot hide this, even though I try...  Heart beats harder, time escapes me, trembling hands touch skin, it makes this harder and the tears stream down my face... If we could only have this life for one more day, if we could only turn back time... You know I'll be your life, your voice, your reason to be.. My love, my heart is breathing for this, moment, in time, I'll find the words to say before you leave me today..." My eyes were rimmed with tears, "Close the door, throw the key, don't wanna be reminded don't wanna be seen, don't wanna be without you, my judgement's clouded like tonight's sky... Hands are silent, voices numb, try to scream out my lungs, it makes this harder, and the tears stream down my face," And they did, "If we could only have this life for one more day, if we could only turn back time.. You know I'll be your life, your voice, your reason to be, my love, my heart is breathing for this moment, in time, I'll find the words to say before you leave me today... Flashing lights in my mind, going back to the time, playing games in the street, kicking balls with my feet, there's a numb in my toes, standing close to the edge, there's a pile of my clothes at the end of your bed As I feel myself fall, make a joke of it all... You know I'll be your life, your voice, your reason to be, my love, my heart is breathing for this moment, in time I'll find the words to say before you leave me today..." 

I tried to contain my tears, but I failed. "I love you, Lottie..." I looked up, "Don't you ever forget th-" I stopped talking when I saw a tall figure standing across the cemetery. 

A tall figure wearing black. Harry. 

 I was furiated. How could he even? Seriously, why would he come here? I sat back down and tried to calm down. My breathing was getting faster and my head was spinning. I honestly thought I was going to pass out. 

"You okay?" Niall leaned over and whispered.

I nodded, "I'm good," 

"You sure?"

'It's nothing.." 

No, Niall.. I'm not alright. The man who murdered my sister is at her 'effing funeral! 

After the service was over, I had to find Harry. 

"Niall, I'll be right back," 

"Okay, meet me at the cafe later?"

"Okay," I faked a smile.

I walked back down towards where I saw Harry standing. I was grabbed by my arm and was pushed against a tree. 

"Hey beautiful," Harry whispered just below my ear. 

His voice sent goosebumps down my spine. I hate this guy, but at the same time... he's wonderful. He started kissing my neck, but I stopped him. 

I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back, "What are you doing?"

"Don't you like it?" He smirked. 

"I never said I didn't... I was asking what you were doing here?" 

"I came here to see you," 

"Why would I want to see you?"

"I was sad when I woke up and you were gone," He changed the subject.

"I-I was going to be late,"

"Late for what?"

"Does it matter? And I shouldn't even be talking to you. You did this... You fucking did this!" I started crying again.

"Of course it matters," He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest.

"No, Harry... I can't be doing this... I can't be seeing you," I argued.

"Then why'd you come?"

"What?" I looked up at him.

"If you can't see me, why didn't you just ignore me and leave?"

"Because I," I paused, "I, uh... I don't know," I mumbled.

Harry stayed quiet. He just stared at me with his piercing emerald eyes.

"Why do you do this to me?"

He smirked, "Do what?"

"I shouldn't be attracted to you... I mean, you killed my sister and you've got a creepy room full of pictures of me... but you're so damn irresistible," I said with barely any thought.

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way..." He kissed my cheek and turned to walk away.

"Wait, where are you going?" I called out.

He smiled at me then continued walking. 

What the hell just happened?