The Styles Triplets

Chapter 30

For the past two days I've done nothing but stay in bed. Not even kidding. I haven't even gotten up to take a shower...gross I know, but when you've been torn apart like I have, what's the point?
My boyfriend, my partner in crime, my best friend, my everything was gone and he wasn't coming back. Today was the funeral and I'm not ready for it. I'm not ready to see Marcel laying down in his casket, dressed nicely, and not even looking like himself. I'm just not ready for that, I don't know if I can handle it.

"Alex." Dad said as he entered my room, "You should start getting ready, babe."

"I know." I stated.

"Would you like for us to come with you?"

"No. I'd rather do this alone." I answered, sitting up.

"Okay...why don't you take a shower." He suggested.

"What do I stink?" I muttered, looking up to him sadly.

He hesitated to reply, "Just go take one."

After he left, I slumped to my bathroom and stripped down. The tile floor was chilly in my feet and sent shivers up my spine. When I finally got into the shower, I stood there for probably at least five minutes. It felt so good.
After I got out, I surprisingly felt...better. Like my troubles had been washed away and slowly went down the drain. But as I started dressing and doing my make up, my heart dropped again realizing in a few minutes it would be the last time I would ever see Marce again.

Dad and mom let me drive the car on my own to the funeral home, and when I was parked and ready to go in, I stopped myself. Maybe I didn't want to go inside, because I couldn't make myself open the door. That's when a knock came on my door and Harry was standing right outside.
"Hey." He called, opening the door for me.

"Hey Haz." I said with a weak smile.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, taking my hand and helping me out of the car.

"I don't really know." I answered, "I feel like..nothing."

"I feel you." He agreed, "We can do this together."

Nodding I replied, "Together."

Harry took my hand as we walked to the doors. I was already seeing so many familiar faces faces. Lots of people from school were here. Hell, I even saw slutty Ashley.
They shouldn't be here, they never even accepted Marcel.

"Alex! It's good to see you, sweetie." Anne said as she greeted me.

"Hi, Anne." I smile and gave her a hug, "How are you?"

"I'm...managing." She replied, "But aren't we all? Listen. I was you to sit in the front with Harold and I."

"Really? Are you sure? I don't want to intrude." I told her.

"I'm sure. You were his girlfriend after all." Anne said smiling, "You're family."
Anne then lead us through the door and down the aisle where Marcel was in his casket.

Don't look, don't look, don't look.
We sat down and I laid my head on Harry, avoiding the caket.
I didn't want to see him.

Harry leaned down and kissed my forehead, holding me into him. He understood what I was doing.
"Alex."

My head lifted off Harry's shoulder to see Zayn, Niall, and Louis all standing in front of me.
"Hey guys."'

Harry and I stood up and gave each of them a hug, "It's good to see you."

"You too, Alex." Louis replied with a weak smile, "How are you guys doing?"

"We're okay." Harry answered.