Married To A Styles | H.S +UNDER EDITING+

The Funeral

"Crazy stupid, you and me." I whisper to my sister's pic.

Harry and I are in the attic, going through things. We found old pictures and we're going through them.

"Oh, my god, Mia!" Harry gasps, looking at a picture.

I snatch the picture out of his hands, looking at it. Great.

Back when I was a teenager, their were always pictures getting taken at the parties.

This photo has me sitting on a guys shoulder, a pair of underwear and a short shirt on. I hold a bottle of vodka in one hand and a cigarette in another.

I scrunch my nose in disgust, tearing it up and throwing it in the trash bag.

"When is your sisters funeral?" Harry asks.

"Tomorrow, I don't know if I'm going to go, though." I say, looking at more pictures.

"Why?" He asks.

"Because most likely my mom will be there." I say. "And I just.. I just don't wanna go."

"Okay." He says, looking at more pictures with me.

My phone rings and I take it out of my pocket, answering it. "Hello?"

"Is this Mia?" A guy asks.

"This is she." I say.

"This is Simon Cowell. Is Harry there? He's not picking up his phone." He says.

"Oh, yeah. We're up in the attic, so he must've left it downstairs." I tell him.

"Could You put him on?" He asks and I hand the phone to Harry, mouthing Simon.

Harry takes the phone and I stand up. We've only been up here for about 30 minutes and Darcy was asleep whenever we came up. Might as well go and see if she's up.

Perhaps we will go out to eat later. It's nearing dinner and I'm starting to get hungry.

I make my way put of the attic, going to the living room. I see Darcy still asleep, the TV still on.

Going to the kitchen, I see Harry's phone laying on the counter and decide to take it up to him.

"She's pregnant!" Harry says as I make my way up the stairs. I stop outside, listening in on the conversation. "I can't just take a 6 month tour when she's due in nearly 7-8 months. The baby could come early!

"I don't care, shorten it! Well, talk to management then! I should get to have some benefits. I have a family, a 5 year old, and another one on the way!

"By the time I get back, the baby will be here! What about Darcy?

"Fine. I'll talk to her about it.

"Okay.

"Okay, I'll let you know.

"Okay. Bye."

I walk through the door, seeing Harry watch me walk in. Is he really Going on tour for that long?

"Are you going on the tour?" I ask and he sighs.

I sit down and we exchange phones.

"I don't want to." He says. "It sucks, and I'm not going to leave you here for the rest of your pregnancy, Mia."

"But what about management?" I ask.

"I'll try and talk to them. At least try to shorten the tour." He says.

"Please try, Harry." I beg. "I don't want to do this alone."

He gives me a sly smile. "I'll try my best, baby."

~*~*~*

"Are you ready?" I peek my head through the bedroom door.

Harry's turned to the bed, pulling on his tux.

"We don't have to go, Mia." Harry says, turning around to face me.

"I know." I say. "I'll be downstairs."

He nods, walking across the room to get his shoes. I shut the door on my way out, walking down the steps.

I have a fitting black dress on and I have a small baby bump forming. I'm so excited to show it off!

Right now we are headed to Mandi's funeral. I didn't really want to go because my mom will most likely be there.

But, I figured I'd go just to show some respect. We debated on wether or not to take Darcy, but eventually decided to take her.

Darcy's sitting in the living room, all dressed, as she watches cartoons. I smile, going to join her.

I just told her that we are going to a friends funeral. I really didn't want to sit here for an hour and try to explain to a five year old why mommy didn't tell her she had an aunt.

My brother, Mark, came and visited on Christmas last year, so Darcy knows that she has an uncle. They get along pretty well.

I haven't spoken to him since New Years. He stayed and we had a party on New Years. It was family friendly so Darcy had friends to play with.

Mark has a girlfriend, but they've been fighting a lot lately. He says he doesn't want to break up with her, but the relationships just pointless if they fight like they do constantly.

I wonder how he's doing on that topic. I wonder if him and his girlfriend broke up?

Harry walks in, motioning that he's ready.

"The only time I've ever seen you in a tux was at our wedding!" I laugh.

Darcy gets up, shutting the TV off with the clicker.

"I can go in jeans and a sweatshirt, if you'd like?" He teases and I shake my head.

"I feel like the hot sexy couple that lives down the street." I laugh, walking towards Harry with Darcy.

"We are the hot sexy couple that lives down the street." He smiles, opening the door.

We walk to the car and I strap Darcy in before walking to the passengers seat.

"I hope there's not that many people there." Harry says, starting the car up.

"I don't think their will be." I say, buckling my seat belt in. "I doubt it."

"I hope. Paparazzi really aren't meant for a funeral."

"Don't flatter yourself, Styles." I tease. "Besides... Have you heard anything from Simon?"

He shakes his head. "Last thing I heard he was going to talk to management."

"When does the tour start?* I ask.

"It's not official, it's just-"

"I know." I interrupt.

"In 2 months." He says.

"Harry, I really don't want you to go." I beg.

"I know, Mia. I'm trying my best." He sighs.

"Pleases try, Harry. I know you will be, but I don't want to be at home with a newborn. Or go through birth alone."

He looks to me. "You're the one who didn't care if you were left alone with Darcy and the baby whenever we were trying."

"I know! But I meant after the baby was born, not through my whole pregnancy and after the baby was born." I laugh, leaning my head onto the window.