Painful Breathing (Larry Stylinson Fanfic)

Chapter two

Chapter two-

The windows to this Bentley were so tinted in the back that I couldn't see the faces of those surrounding the car. I can hear muffled chants, I lean forward to look through the front window, everyone is wearing black, they're fans.

It's beautiful, black veils drape over some of their faces and roses are held up as we drive through with police in front.

"Open the window" the first words I've spoken to anyone since the incident were worth it. The driver puts down the windows and I can finally hear the words whispering out of the many mouths

"Hope heavens nice Harry, we love you"

Where tears should have fallen on my face, a smile covered my cheeks, some people had noticed the window coming down and they nodded to the driver, knowingly.

"They're good kids" the driver said looking at me through the rearview mirror.

I opened my mouth to reply just as I heard it-

"THAT PUFF DESERVED IT"

This wasn't the only thing shouted that started what happened next though...

"I'D HATE TO BE KILLED BY MY BOYFRIEND!"

"HARRY'S IN HELL AND YOU ALL KNOW IT"

"I HOPE THE REST GO DOWN W-" whoever started screaming this was floored before placing the next word into the once silent but now roaring air.

I guess you could say the police tried to stop it, but I think they new that the fans needed to do this. The fans needed to get their anger out on the people who made Harry's life hell before he died. It was only human for them to take revenge on the people who made their friends life hell.

I guess it also reminded me, it wasn't just my world that had gone, it was one fifth of theirs too.

They ended up beating and trampling three full grown men and one woman into a coma...

We drove away before some people got arrested, but i doubt they would get punished too badly.

Liam opened the door for me, excusing the driver.

No words were spoken, we just walked through the small crowd of Harry's family to reach the allocated standing area me and the boys were given, on the opposite side of the coffin hole to everyone else. My chest tensed walking round where his coffin would lay. I could feel daggers piercing my eyes, it was so cold. Liam was still firmly to my side, he looked at my face and he could probably see I was trying to hold in tears that I know wouldn't stop once started. He lifted his hand to my shoulder and patted it, I suppose that was the only thing he could do.

Everyone had given up with me since the incident.

***

The coffin was a very dark blue, with white flowers around the rim, it got lifted over it's new home and we were aloud to touch it, the other boys just pat it, stroked it and spoke a few words...I just stood there, waiting.

"C'mon mate, it's gonna be too late to jump out soon. You're not dead" I laughed. "Harry, jump out! hahaha, I'm not really dead" I impersonated through unneeded voice breaks. "You should have seen your faces!" I let myself slide into Harry and what he would say if he did just appear now. I let myself believe it. I let myself believe the love of my life was still alive.

"Louis..." Zayn gripped one of my shoulders and pulled my shaking body into his.

"No." I whispered.

"Yes" was all Zayn replied. I stopped feeling everyones eyes on me, I could no longer hear the faint whispers, everything was irrelevant.

Tsunami waves were crashing against my cheeks, my cries were so horrific, whales could probably understand the noise and my bones were trembling in someones tensed arms. Everything was forgotten, if I's of tried to remember my own name, I probably couldn't, or the date, or the president.

Harry was all I needed, I only needed him.

"We have to lower the coffin now..." the priest warned "who was going to say the last words?"

With this everyone turned to look at Gemma as she stood up with a notepad. She got to the mic, took one look at me next to the coffin and dropped the notepad.
"Harry meant a lot to us all..." She started and I suddenly lost care for what she was going to say... He wasn't dead. I could feel it.

I pushed my body out of Zayns arms and ran towards the forest just ahead of all the other loses.

I let my shaking legs carry me further and further across strangers graves, trampling over dead flowers...my arms were holding my chest as I slammed my back against the first tree I could feel. I dragged myself down the bark, not worrying over my scalp bleeding from the cuts I was creating.

"Harry!" I screamed "Harry!"