louis gulped. his eyes were bloodshot and it hurt to just hold his eyelids open. louis had not left his house in a week, nor had he even changed. harry was staying with him which was very nice of him to do. louis asked harry to come to the funeral because louis couldn't do it on his own. he just couldn't bare to stare at his own mothers casket and have nobody to hold his hand. he felt terrible for pheobe and daisy, they were so young and they'd already lost their mother. harry slowly walked into louis' room and placed his hand on louis' shoulder.
"you'll be okay, i promise." harry whispered. louis shook his head as a tear fell from his eye. he just kept shaking his head and crying. harry pulled him into a hug and rested his head on top of louis'. he cried into harry's chest while harry's hand was moving in circles as he comforted the small and fragile boy.
once louis had pulled himself together, not entirely because he would never be the same again, but enough to go outside and get in the car. harry opened his door and climbed into the drivers seat. louis grabbed lottie's hand and dragged her into harry's back seat. fizzy was taking pheobe and daisy so louis figured he could take lottie for himself. they climbed in and harry started the engine. louis rested his head on lottie's shoulder while she held his hand and stroked his hair. he felt like a two year old, sitting in the back of the car and having lottie stroke his hair. he began to cry. jay used to do that to him when he was upset. she'd stroke his hair until louis calmed down. lottie shushed him softly and told him it was okay. she said that we'd be okay but he knew that he would never really be okay.
they arrived at the church where the funeral was being held. harry opened the door for lottie and louis, letting the pair slip in first. he followed in after the pair and soon everyone started to fill the room. louis hadn't sat down yet, nor had harry. louis did feel so delicate and fragile as per usual but this time he felt vulnerable. the small and tiny boy just wanted to go home. many people were approaching him and telling him they were sorry for his loss and all those horrible things people say to comfort you but they never work, for example; are you okay? you're forced to say yes because you don't want to be rude and draw too much attention to yourself. but as you say yes, slowly you're falling apart. every piece of you is just falling away and you're breaking. louis exhaled, sending his feathery fringe out of his eyes. he spotted harry, his soft hair falling over his vibrant green eyes. the small figure walked towards harry and grabbed his hand.
"where do you want to sit?" asked harry, whispering into louis' ear gently and with a comforting tone of voice.
"next to you." louis managed to choke. harry gripped his small hand, louis' hand being noticeably smaller than his. it made louis blush that harry was only a year or two older than him, and his hands were a large deal bigger than his. he noted for later to google how big a nineteen yer old's hands should be. the two sat down near the middle and lottie sat herself next to louis. she stared at him with her blue eyes that were bloodshot and glossy. louis inhaled as the man, he didn't know if he was a priest or a god, or what he was but he carried a bible in his hands. he cleared his throat and then began the service.
he spoke about how they were celebrating the life of jay but they weren't really celebrating her life. what they were doing was far from that. all they did was share memories about her. louis left a note for himself to share his memories about jay later that day. preferably snuggled up next to harry. he sighed, not even thinking straight. harry rubbed a hand on his knee and gripped his small hand gently but in a reassuring way. he told him 'we're gonna be alright.' he kept saying that no matter what. he wouldn't shut up about it, not that he minded one bit, louis could listen to harry talking all day long and not even get the slightest bit bored. he loved harry's slow and calm voice so much. he'd grown very attached to harry and everything about him. it wasn't really louis' fault that he was falling in love with harry, it was all harry's fault. but that wasn't something to be think about at the moment. harry rubbed his hand gently and stared passionately at louis. the small boy with feathery hair pretended he didn't notice harrys green eyes on him and continued to stare mindlessly at his mothers casket.
"my dear, we're going to be alright." were the few words that harry said that made louis fall so crazily in love with him.
a/n: sorry I'm the worst person ever for updating OOPS
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