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Harry came home from tour In the lovely month of September. It was the day after Hannah's birthday. the 8th if September, it was Hannah's 14th and Harrah still hadn't met. He gets home and chucks his bag to the floor, he's 20 and still with the phone from the the august of the year before. He walks through to the kitchen while unlocking his phone and clicking on the safari button.

He goes on Omegle and wonders if Hannah would be on.

He gets on and clicks start search, after a few chats he feels something is wrong so he checks twitter and sees hashtags to him stuff like #WereSorryBarold and #RIPFrenchFries and even #ForbiddenLoveIsTrueLove.

Harry starts to get worried and goes back on Omegle where he connects with the real Rhiannon.

He asks her what's wrong, Rhiannon just disconnects, he keeps trying to find her or Hannah until he hears the postman. He shuffles to the door and bends down with his eyes still glued to his phone.

He tears the gaze away for five minutes to flick through the post, Bill,Bill,Bill,Invitation,Bill,Bill.

He chucks the bills on the side and looks at the invitation after slipping his phone in his back pocket, while fiddling with the envelope he walks to the living room and flips down to the sofa and tears it open.

'Dear Harry,

We are very sorrowful to inform you that our daughter Hannah has died. We found out in her suicide note that you two were dating, we have enclosed the note She left to you and the directions to the funeral if you wish to come.

With care and concern,

Sarah and Ralph French.'

Harry has to read the letter a few times to understand it, the 4th time round his bottom lip stars quivering and by he 8th he's bawling. Harry has never been so heartbroken in his life. shakily he reaches for the note Hannah left him.

So that's what she smelt like.

He opens the folded paper and reads the shaky handwriting.

"Barold,

Hey I guess. If you ever get this, I'm dead.

Haha I've never met you but since day 1 I've been in love with you, I turned 14 yesterday.

Please come to the funeral it would be amazing to meet you.

Sorry this is short.

Haz never forget I'm in love with you, I'll watch you, find a pretty girl and have a nice family, maybe even name one of your daughters Hannah ?

I love you.

French fries <3"

He cries out and screams until his throat is raw. he falls to the ground and cries himself to sleep.

--weeks later--

Harry finds himself in his best suit in his range rover heading to a small seaside town called Eastbourne and he's remembering every conversation he ever had with Hannah, the fights and the buses speech. he remembers the way he was with her. the way he was without her.

He soon arrives, it's only an hour away form London.

He drives to the funeral slowly and pulls up.

He clambers out and shuffles inside, here he meets Hannah's parents and her brother. the poor boy he's only 9.

They give him their condolences and leave him to find his seat in the front row, as he walks Down the aisle he's aware of the stares and and gasps he's getting.

Then someone comes up behind him, and pull his trouser leg

"Excuse me hawwy..."

He turns around and picks up the baby who must of been 3 maybe 4 up into his arms and talks to her as she tells him how much Hannah loved him and he in exchange tells her how much he loved Hannah. Then the little girls mother calls her back and she clambers out if Harry's arms then Harry continues his slow amble down the aisle, until there were 3 or 4 girls giggling at the side and holding 1D t shirts and pens.

That's when Harry snaps.

"THIS IS A FUNERAL FOR MY GIRLFRIEND CAN YOU PLEASE SIT DOWN BEFORE I HELP YOU!ITS TWIG HATERS LIKE YOU THAT MADE HER DO THIS!"

the girls all run out crying.

Harry finally gets to the front and stares down at Hannah, he's astonished, he's never seen such a beautiful girl in his life, Hannah with her long brown ombré hair falling down to below her ribs and her flawless skin looking pale as Harry's, he reaches out and touches her Ice cold hand and whimpers,

"So beautiful Fiona... so, so beautiful"

He starts sobbing and slowly makes his way to his seat and painfully sits through the service.

They're being the casket now and Harry can't hold it in any longer he falls to his knees and sobs until he feels a hand on his back and a crying girl with ginger hair is sitting next to him, Rhiannon is siting next to him sobbing at the loss of her old best friend.

They hold each other and try to we strong as they see their best friend and girlfriend being lowered into the ground.

It's two days later and Harry has been staying in Hannah's house in her bed and is now going back to his house.

He drives off and makes it to the motorway when he gets a text from Louis he looks over and doesn't see the drunk car coming the other way. it's a head on crash and the drunk driver makes it away but not Harry, Harry is caught In the explosion of the two cars.

Maybe it was fates way if uniting Harrah, who knows?

But it just so happened the chorus of more was playing when the crash happened..

You are more than I've ever wanted,

More than I've ever needed,

More than I've ever dreamed of,

And I will love you til

There's nothing left of me...

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 14, 2013 ⏰

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