Teach me how to dougie

Sequel chapter 8

Dougies pov.

I stood in front of the mirror and straightened my tie. Infront of me stood an empty man, he wasn't me, I didn't know who I was anymore. Never had I imagined I would ever have to do this. Bury my wife before I even turned 30. Today is Darcy's funeral, I can hear mutter coming from down stairs, every one just scuttles around me since Darcy died. It's only been a few days and I already miss her more than anything. it hasn't really sunk in that she's dead.

Every night when I lay in bed I watch the empty space next to me hoping she will just appear, and that I'm just imagining this. All the pain will go away and I can hold her in my arms and fall asleep with no fear that by morning she will be gone. When I finally fall asleep in bed I have nightmares. flashbacks. of her dying. my wife died in my arms less than a week ago and now she's never coming back, I'm alone without her, but there's nothing I can do.

"Doug, you ready mate?" I turned to see harry stood in the doorway in his black suit with a Lilly in his pocket, Darcy's favourite. I stood still, I wanted to answer but I couldn't.

I opened my mouth but no words came out. my whole body was numb. I felt like I was just invisible, watching my life go by from the sidelines.

I looked over to see harry walking towards me with open arms, my mind told me to hug him, but my body kept my arms stuff to my sides, leaving me stood there rigid and awkwardly. "it's okay, nobody blames you for being emotional, she was your wife. you don't need to bottle it all up."

It was as if he gave me permission, and within a fraction of a second I was being cradled by his arms as I completely broke down. my cries were muffled my still filled the room.

A knock interrupted us as Tom and Danny stood in the doorway, their faces moulded into a sad, worried sympathy. They joined us both hugged my from all angles.

"Mate, it's time." Toms voice interrupted the silence as we all stepped back and looked at each other, I took a deep breath before turning away to look in the mirror, I saw my reflection as a dull, empty man. I needed to get everything off my chest, I needed to say it before I left here.

"What if I forget her? I don't want her to become a distant memory, I don't want her to fade away after I say goodbye. I don't want her to be like everyone else. saying goodbye means forgetting, but I can't do that. I can't bare the thought of forgetting Darcy, my Darcy." I didn't turn around to look at any of the lads but I could see their expressions in the mirror. They were slowly moulding into sadness. All three had tears in their eyes, but all stood strong trying not to let on to me, but I knew.

They room stayed silent before I walked towards the door, not making eye contact with the others, scared that I would break into pieces under their gaze. My room steps were heavy, just like the rest of my body felt. the door opened in what felt like slow motion. As I took my first step through a hand rested on my shoulder. I turned to see Tom stood silently crying. He looked up with a weak smile and tried to reassure me. "you don't have to forget her if you don't want to mate. We won't let you forget her."

With that his grip released from my shoulder and I carried on, as if in slow motion across the landing. I could see people stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting with sympathetic smiles plastered across their faces. My feet shook as I wobbled down the stairs, sliding along the banister. By the time I was at the bottom, both Alicia and Alfie were handed to me and cuddled into my chest. This was the hardest thing is ever done, and would ever have to do.

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Authors note,

Sorry it's a crappy chapter, but I am so tired been in a and e until 4 this morning. The next chapter is going to be emotional