Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Drama Queen Or How Everything Is Fine

Hi guys, I am taking a short break from studying so I thought 'why not write another chapter?' and here it is. :) I hope you enjoy it! All the love, Summer 

Harry didn't let go off my hand once during the whole funeral. We were squished between his mum and Gemma who was sitting on my left side. Anne had insisted that I had to sit at the front row with the close family and the look on Harry's face made me hold back any kind of objections I might have had. When the service was over, the whole group silently followed the casket outside. Harry's hand was shaking in mine and I gently rubbed circles on the back of his hand with my thumb, just to signal him that he wasn't alone. I looked up at him and saw that silent tears were running down his cheeks, but he didn't seem to notice them. When it was his turn to step forward and say his last goodbyes, I slightly loosened my grip on his hand, but he only held onto mine even tighter than before, so I stepped forward as well and just provided silent comfort. 

When we were back in the car, he finally let go off my hand and looked over to me. "Thank you for being here with me." he thanked me quietly and I gave him a small smile, before putting on my seat belt. "Don't mention it, H." I assured him and he gave me a weak smile in return. We drove to his mum's house in silence where a small group would have some lunch together after the funeral. When he had parked the car in the driveway, we both took our bags and then walked over to the house. Suddenly very nervous, I took a shaky breath which caught Harry's attention. "No need to be nervous, love. They'll love you. And you already know my mum, Gemma and Robin, so you'll be fine." Not entirely convinced, I halfheartedly returned the smile, before the door swung open.

"Come on in, come on in." Anne waved us inside. A hand was placed on my lower back and gently pushed me over the door step and when I looked up, I saw Harry smiling down at me. "Why don't you put your things in Harry's old room and then come downstairs into the living room? Are you two hungry? We have loads of food and I don't think the old people will eat that much." she added with a grin and Harry blushed slightly, while I giggled. "Mum!" She gave him an innocent smile and then winked at me. "You young people are always hungry, aren't you? Why don't you drop the bag upstairs and I take Claire into the kitchen for some food." she said to Harry who groaned a bit, but then obediently picked up the bags and trotted upstairs, while Anne guided me into the kitchen.

"Wow, that really is a lot of food." I said and looked around the kitchen. "You have a beautiful home, Anne." I complimented her and she gave me a warm smile, which made me realise just how much her son looked like her. "Thank you, my dear. Are you doing alright?" I nodded and gave her a small smile. "I'm fine, thank you. I should be the one asking that question." I attempted a joke and she laughed and took a bowl with salad out of the fridge. "I am glad Harry has such a good friend at his side." she commented, while she looked through a couple of drawers before she held up a pair of salad servers with a triumphant smile. My cheeks involuntarily heated up at her emphasis on the word 'friend' and I avoided her intense gaze and looked out of the window. "Well, he was there for me when I was, um, after my dad passed away and he turned up out of the blue last night and broke down in my hallway and I guess I just wanted to return the favour, or, um, give something back, if that makes sense?" I shot her an embarrassed smile, but she seemed to understand what I was trying to say.

"That's very kind of you, Claire." I shrugged and tried to hide my flushed cheeks under my hair. "That's what friends do, right?" I asked her and she gave me a knowing smile and nodded. "Hmm. So, tell me, Claire? How are things with Louis?" she asked me in an attempt to make conversation and I cleared my throat, the smile wiped off my face in a matter of seconds. "Oh, um, we... we just broke up two weeks ago." I admitted quietly and looked down at my hands. "Oh, I am so sorry, I didn't know about that." Anne apologised immediately and I looked up. "Please don't apologise, how were you supposed to know about that?" I asked her and gave her a reassuring smile. She opened her mouth to say something, but in that moment Harry strolled into the room and she immediately closed her mouth again, suddenly very busy with the food.