That one girl

8. Letting go.

I stood in front of my long length mirror, I wore my black dress, with short sleeves, it stopped over mid thigh, it was black and hugged my body, it had a waist belt that was attached to the dress. I had my black high heels on, and my feet were already killing me. I finished curling my hair, I did my makeup, but it didn't feel right.

I looked one more time, meh, it's a funeral, not Ibiza, Lys! I screamed mentally at myself.

I definitely realised that I wasn't ready to say goodbye to the person who kept my life in one big piece. I felt my eyes started to water, I bit my lip holding it in, my grams knocked on my door, I looked at her. She looked ok, but I knew that her life just froze.

"Hi, grams," I hugged, I didn't want to break her already fragile body.

"Hi, baby," she said kissing my forehead.

"Do you think mom will be proud of me?" I asked.

"Baby, she's always been proud of you, for the past week, you've coped better than most people have. You're amazing and your mother, me and Harry are all so very proud of you," grams said squeezing my shoulder in comfort.

I let a tear slip down my left cheek.

"It's my fault," I cried. So hard. I felt shattered.

"What? No it isn't!" Grams said sounding pissed.

"It is,"

"Don't you dare blame yourself. That's stupid. Stupidity is worthless. How dare you, Elysia Ariel Allison!" Grams gasped in disbelief.

"If I didn't wake up and realise what mom was really going through and got her help, possibly my mom will still be here," I sighed.

Grams shook her head,"you stupid girl,"

She walked out of my new room in my apartment. Mom left me loads of money, most of it child support from my dad. I had like &1,000,000. I brought myself a apartment and some new furniture.

I grabbed 2 roses, from my bed and I walked out. Harry was waiting there. He was wearing blue jeans, nikes, and a black hoodie, he had a purple orchid.

"Hi," he said pulling me into a hug and kissing me softly and gently. The sleeves of his hoodies were pulled up. I saw a name on his forearm in big letters.

ELYSIA.

I gasped and, ran my fingers over his new tattoo. He obvious got it done recently because he winced, and it was still red around the letters. The curvy pattern of the writing was amazing, it had dips and rises, it was truly amazing.

"You're sixteen how did you get that done?" I asked him, now looking into his amazing green eyes.

"Mom allowed me, all she did was write a permission slip for it," he said kissing my forehead.

"I want one," I said.

"We'll talk about it later right now we have to go to a funeral," he said taking my hand.

When we arrived at the service, all I got was stares. Was it because my mom died? Or is it because I got a totally hot boyfriend who has a tattoo of my name?

We walked in and the close family and friends sat at the front with us. The rest sat around everywhere in the church. I sat there fighting back tears, it was hard but I did it. Harry and grams were next to me the whole time, holding my hands, and squeezing them. I managed so sit through it, until my name was called to go up and do my speech. I grabbed my notes out of my purse and walked up. I tapped the microphone, cleared my throat and started.

"Hello everyone. I'm Elysia Ariel Allison, the second daughter of Ludiaz Siella Allison. My mom was the best. She use to bake cookies for my sister, my brother and i. She tucked me into bed at night and kissed my forehead, she use to tell me a quote every night, my favourite one is 'we are leaves meant to fall. There's a meaning to all that fades.' Those words changed my life, and now I realise how right she really was. My mom was always home every afternoon, with yummy food, I enjoyed going home and seeing mom, she guided me through everything, from riding a bike to going through puberty, she was always there. I love her," I finished choking on a sob. I got down and went back into my place.

After that we went to the wake, it was hard watching mom go like that, being sunk into a deep dark earthy hole. I clung to Harry crying. He stroked my head kissing my forehead.

When I got into my house I took off my heels, my feet killing me. Harry came back to mine.

He picked me up bridal style and started to kiss me, I kissed him back, I dropped my heels as Harry placed me on the bed and started to kiss me, he unzipped my dress and pulled it down to greet my black lingerie. He moaned, I grabbed his hoodie wrenching it off, I undid his jeans and he slipped out of them, I took of his t-shirt. I realised he had a tattoo across his collarbone that said 'Save Me From Myself.' I kissed every letter in the words. He put his head back his breathing rapid, he took my undies off and unclipped my bra, I took of his boxers, and I realised how big he was, I gasped. How the fuck is that going to fit in me? I've only had sex twice. Holy fuck.

He picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist, he slipped himself into me, I gasped but then the gasp turned into a moan, and then we were making progress.

"Ah, oh my god!" I moaned.

Harry thrusted harder making me double moan. I loved the feel of it, the two guys I had sex with definitely weren't as good as this, ahah.

Harry fucked me harder and I orgasmed longer than the other ones.

He moaned as well, his orgasm was fucking sexy and I enjoyed him. I clutched onto his shoulders as he fucked me. He's so good. He kissed me and he tasted good, almost sexy.

We spent the rest of the evening having fucking good sex.