In My Arms (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

My eyes open to the sound of my name being shouted repeatedly.

"What!?" I scream back, turning my upper torso to the side and hiding my face in the duvet.

"Lexie! It's already 7! We're going to be late!" Spence exclaims as I listen to her ruffle through my closet.

I pull the duvet out of my face and sit up as I watch her, dressed in a matte black pencil skirt and dress shirt, throw my clothes onto my bed. I clutch onto the hem of my pajama shirt, raisin it over my head and throwing it to the floor. I take the dress into my hands and raise it before me.

I never thought I would be wearing this to my parents funeral when I bought this.

I snake my head through the neck of the dress, pulling it down to my hips.

"Spencer?" she turns around to look at me.

I hate having to ask her for help.

She smiles at me as she walks towards me. She begins to pull my pajama shorts off as she helps pull the hem of my dress down my legs.

"Do you need to use the loo?"

"Yeah, but I've got it. Wait for me at the car."

"Lexie,"

"Just go, I'm okay." I smile at her, watching her give in and walk out the room.

I push myself to the edge off the bed and let myself hang upside down. I pull the thin fabric of the carpet and let my legs fall off the bed. Using my hands and elbows, I pull my body to the bathroom and to the toilet. I raise my body up to the small two-step stair case in front of the toilet and sit on the first step. Repeating my previous actions, I raise myself to the second step. I wiggle my dress up to my stomach and pull my underwear down my legs. I use all my strength to push my self one more time to the seat of the toilet. I take my time to catch my breath before doing my business.

After finding my way out the bathroom, I climb onto the wheel chair beside my set of bureaus and wheel myself back into the bathroom to wash my face and fix my hair. After slapping on some mascara, I wheel myself out. I reach for my purse and place my phone and keys onto my lap. I turn my torso and hang my purse on the handle of the wheel chair and head out my room.

When I reach the car, I see spencer waiting patiently. When she sees me she sighs in relief.

"You took so long, I was about ready to come get you! You scared me half to death!" she exaggerates and I can't help but laugh.

She helps me onto the passenger seat, putting my wheel chair into the back before coming around to sit in the drivers seat.

"One day, when I become famous, we're going to get you an electric wheel chair." She says as she straps her seat belt on.

"That would help a lot." I laugh as we begin our drive to the funeral.

Spencer and I are held back by the amount of people who surround the cemetery. There were gaurds, screaming girls, and cameras. I couldn't wrap my head around what as happening.

"What is up with this? Were your parents secret rockstars or something?" Spencer says as she parks the car.

"I don't even know."

I watch as Spencer walks out the car and goes through the normal routine. She helps me to my wheelchair before closing the car door and locking it shut. She wheels me towards the big group of people slowly.

"We should go around." I suggest as Spencer agrees, wheeling me the other way.

All I see are people in black with flowers in their hands as Spencer pushes me towards my seat. My eyes wonder at my relatives as I say each of their names in my head, but I stop at an unfamiliar group of people. Seven men.