Holland's POV.
"So uh how's about a movie?" I asked Harry.
"Yeah yeah that sounds good." He replied.
"What movie?" I ask.
"Insidious?" He asks.
"Sure why not" I say as I grab the DVD of the shelf and place it in the DVD player.
"I'll make popcorn" He says.
As he turns around to go to the kitchen my eyes follow him.
He has a sexy back.
Wait what the fuck how can someone have a fucking sexy back this makes no sense.
Wonder what that back looks like without a shirt on.
Again what the fuck I need to stop thinking these things.
I turn around and walk over to my DVD collection by the TV to keep myself from further embarrassment in my head.... I mean what if I were to accidentally say that out loud.
I look through the movies until I find Insidious.
I grab the movie and pop it into the DVD player letting the preview roll as I wait for Harry.
After about three of the previews finish Harry walks back in holding a bowl of popcorn and plops onto the couch draping his arm around me.
**
After finishing the movie, that left me trembling which I might add. Harry said that he "Really must go see my mum".
I hugged him goodbye and watched as he walked out the front door.
I walked around the empty house going into random rooms.
I walked to the room at the end of the hall and then I stopped. My parents room.
I slowly opened the door to see it's still exactly how my mum left it.
I shut the door and walked down the hall to my room.
I walk in and lay on my bed deciding to go to sleep early.
**
It's been three days and Harry has been over everyday.
Right now we are sitting in my backyard staring at a tree.
"When your mum sold your house what did they do to our tree house?' I ask.
"About that... She didn't sell the house we still own it.. well I do it's mine. I planned on getting married and living and raising my kids in that house rather then some big ass bachelor pad." He says.
"Oh that good I didn't want all of our childhood memories to disappear." I say.
"Where's you mum?"He asks.
"W-What?" I ask taken back by the question.
"Your mum she used to always make us lemonade and I haven't seen her once since I got here." He says.
"Well you see...." I trailed off.
"What?" He asks anxiously.
"My... My mum is dead" I mutter.
"What?" He asks, his eyes pooping out of his head and his mouth wide open.
"When did this happen?" He asks.
"About six month ago" I say.
"How?" He questions.
"Well three months after we stopped talking the doctors found out that she had a brain tumor and said it was already to late and that they couldn't do anything about it. She fought and she fought hard up until six month ago when she died in the ICU with me by her side." I state.
"If you don't mind me asking what were her last words?" He asks.
"I don't know if I should say" I say.
"It's fine I'm not gonna make you" He says.
"Thanks" I say.
"Wow. I can't imagine how you feel. I mean your an orphan." He says in astonishment.
"I know" I say.
"Sorry if I'm making this harder" He says.
"No no it's okay. I'm fine now" I say.
"You sure?" He asks.
"Yeah" I state.
"Holland?" He questioned.
"Yeah?" I asked back.
"Can we go see them?" He asks.
"See who?" I questioned.
"Your.. Never mind." He said.
"Oh... My parents.. Well if you really want to.." I said.
"No no. Well yes. I mean no I don't want to trouble you." He says.
"It's fine.. I'm sure they would have wanted you to visit them anyways." I say.
"Okay well lets go then." He said.
**
We got into Harry's range rover and took the 20 minute drive to the cemetery in the rain might I add. We stepped out of the car and I pulled my coat tighter against my body trying to keep myself warm. As I began to walk I felt Harry drape his arm over my shoulders and pull my closer as if trying to keep me warm. I looked up at him and smiled, then began to drag him to the spots where my parents rest. When we get to the spot where they lay i expect Harry to let go of me, but he does the exact opposite and just pulls me closer.
"I can't believe they're really both gone, And you had to go through this alone... I'm a shitty best friend I should have told modest to go fuck themselves." He rambles.
"Harry it's fine you were just doing your job." I assure him.
"No it's fucking not. I'm so sorry you had to go through this alone." He says.
"You were always my dads favorite you know?" I ask changing the subject.
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"Out of all my friends you were his favorite. He saw you as the son he never had." I say looking up at him with a sad smile. He just looked down at me and returned the smile.
"And my mum was always planning our wedding. Her and Anne were convinced we were meant to be.." I trail off.
"Whats that?" Harry asked gesturing to the empty spot next to my mum.
"That's for me....." I trail off.
"Oh... Why do you already have a plot picked out?" He asks.
"Well you see right before my mum passed I got into a car accident and was in a coma for a while.. The doctors didn't think I would make it, so my mum just picked this plot... Although I think I'd rather be buried in a corner by a tree or something.." I say.
"Oh... " He trails off.
"This is the first time i've been here since the funeral.." I admit letting a few tears slip down my cheeks.
"Shh it's okay." Harry coos pulling me into his chest.
"Thank you" I squeak.
"For what?" He asks.
"Coming back?" I say.
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