Missing Her (Harry Styles Short Story)

Part 5: Don't Let Me Go

A/N: Here is part 5, it is very sad! It's not as long as the last part, and there will only be one or two parts left of this short story/one shot. Please comment feedback, it helps me improve as a writer!

Song: Don't Let Me Go - Harry Styles

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            It was the day of Hadley’s funeral. Harry was a complete mess. His curls were a mess, his cheeks were hollow, and overall did not resemble himself. He was dressed in a black suit and matching tie. The boys were all dressed similarly. Nobody dared to talk; they knew how hard Harry was taking her death and never mentioned it around him. Harry was supposed to speak in front of everybody at the funeral, but he didn’t know if he could. He could hardly think about her without tears streaming down his face. I guess he would find out.

            The boys piled into a car and drove off. It had been about a week since Hadley passed and Harry had only gotten worse. Scars lined his arms up to his elbows, and more covered the tops of his thighs. He didn’t understand how the physical pain made the numb feeling bearable, but it did and that was all that mattered to him. He didn’t see the point in life anymore. His whole world was shattered. Yes, there were the boys and the fans, but he felt incomplete. He could barely function. “Harry,” Liam nudged his shoulder and snapped him out of his thoughts.

            He got out of the van and stood outside. Most of the ceremony went by in a blur. He was trying so hard to pay attention, but it hurt. So instead, he zoned out until he was called to speak. Harry walked up to the podium and microphone and cleared his throat before speaking.

            “Hadley wasn’t just a girl. She was beautiful, strong, caring, selfless, intelligent, and brave. She was my girlfriend and the love of my life. My love for her is so deep; deeper than you could ever imagine. I had not expected to fall for one of my close friends. But I did, and I enjoyed every second. Hadley, beyond anything else, was strong. She received hate, more than anyone in this world should receive. For so long she didn’t let the mean comments affect her. But everyone has a breaking point. Hadley had reached hers, and I didn’t even know how hurt she was. I feel terrible every single day. I will forever remember Hadley Wood. She always has a home in my heart,” his voice was raspy and cracked at the end.

            Harry looked out at the crowd and saw tears running down people’s faces. He walked back to his seat next to Hadley’s mother and cried into his hands. He couldn’t deal with this pain anymore. It slowly took over Harry until it completely consumed him. He just wanted to feel ok again. But the chances of that happening were slim to none. His body shook as he sobbed and Mrs. Wood rubbed circles on his back in an attempt to calm him down. And surprisingly, it did. Harry then made an effort to listen to the boys all go up to talk. They said a few words, then gestured Harry to come up. He forgot that he was going to sing a song that he wrote, but was never on an album. The boys patted him on the back and let him take the microphone stand. “This, is for Hadley,” he said as the piano intro played.

            “Now you were standing there right in front of me

I hold on, it’s getting harder to breathe

All of a sudden these lights are blinding me

I never noticed how bright they would be

I saw in the corner there is a photograph

No doubt in my mind it’s a picture of you

It lies there alone in its bed of broken glass

This bed was never made for two