Pyschopath ||•Harry Styles•||

37:Beloved Sister And Daughter.

Raelynn

Harry hadn't spoken to me since I've said what I said. He's not giving me the cold shoulder but he just hasn't spoken. I was worried that he was gonna get mad. But then I thought that maybe he understands but just doesn't know what to say.

We've been sitting in the living room, watching tv. It was tense and a bit awkward before he finally said something to me.

"You wanna go visit my sister now?" He asked quietly.

I wasn't expecting him to say that to me but it was enough to tell me he wasn't mad at me.

I nodded and got up to change from the shorts I had put on earlier and into a pair of jeans and white sweater with my with ugg boots. I had tied my hair into a neat bun and left a few strands out on the both sides of my head.

I met Harry by the door. "Ready?" I asked.

"Yep." He said and opened the door for me. We got and in his car and drove off. The sky was cloudy and looked like it may be rain later and it was bit chilly out. The cemetery wasn't far from her house.

I was nervous. Even though she was dead it was still a big deal. I could tell Harry was anxious about it too.

The car slowed to a stop, Harry cut the engine and got out the car and I got out as well. He was standing at the front of the car staring into the cemetery.

There was a tense silence between us. "I haven't been here since her funeral." He cut the silence and let out a shaky breath.

I took his hand in mine. "It'll be okay."

We started walking into the cemetery. He held my hand in a tight grip. As we got closer he started breathing heavily. I stopped walking and reached up and placed my hand on his cheek.

"Calm down. Take a deep breath." I soothed. "Just look at me and take deep breaths. Everything will be fine."

He did as I said, he started to calm down and then his eyes watered with tears. This wasn't my first time seeing him cry but it will always shock me.

I wrapped him into a hug. We started walking again and soon we were standing in front of her grave.

Gemma Anna Styles
1990-2011
Beloved Sister and Daughter
'She was loved by many.'

Harry sat on his knees in front of her grave, he brushed his fingers across her name. He was quiet for a minute just staring at her name. Then I heard a sob escape his lips. He hid his face in his hands.

I sat beside him and pulled him to my chest. He moved himself to laying position his head resting on my lap.

I rubbed his back. "I remember a week before the accident, her and I were at the park," He began. "We were on the swings kidding around. She told me she wanted t-to move to America, she wanted to live in Vegas. I laughed at that but I knew she was serious. She was a real partygoer. I told her if that was what she wanted to do then she had to take me too. She agreed with me and we had it all planned out." He sighed, and wiped the tears from his face.

"We were gonna live in an apartment together. She would decorate it a powder blue and brown. I hated those colors. I didn't think they would look nice together but I went along with it anyway. It hurt that we never got to do that. She was taken from me... My best friend, the only person I trusted was taken from. And the bastard that didn't wasn't put in prison."

He began to cry again, he hiccuped every time he tried to speak. "Shh. Just let it out, Harry."

He lay in my lap crying, then after a while he'd stop and stare at her grave. He kept repeating, "Beloved Sister and Daughter."