I walked around our room, looking for my mobile, damn it! Where have I left that thing!? The boys were already downstairs, waiting for me in the limo. I was ready too, I just couldn't seem to find my cell phone anywhere. And walking in these black heels wasn't making things any easier. Lou had designed a black fitted dress for me, one that ended a little above my knees along with full laced black sleeves. She had done my makeup and hair too, she didn't go too heavy on the makeup and I silently thanked her for that. My long hair was blow-dried and flowed down to my waist, nothing about me was over-done, but I really didn't care about how I looked, I had other things on my mind.
"Where are you!?" I groaned in frustration as I flipped over pillows and cushions.
"What's taking so long?" I heard Liam's voice behind me and I turned to look at him, placing my hands on my hips in utter frustration and defeat.
"I can't find my phone, will you help me find it?" I started looking around again but only stopped when I noticed that he wasn't moving. Annoyed, I looked at him again, only to find that he was staring at me. "Liam?" no answer. "LIAM!?" his head snapped up and he started blinking rapidly, "what's wrong with you?"
"Uhh...nothing nothing.."
"Are you sure? you seemed lost"
"Yeah..I uhh...you just look very pretty" I stopped in my tracks and I felt my cheeks heat up before I started moving again.
"Thanks" I gave him a weak smile, "now can you help me find my phone?" He nodded and started looking around before he made his way towards the bathroom. Sure! That's where you'll find it!
"Found it!" his footsteps made their way towards the door. Oops...is it too late to take back those words? "You left it charging on top of the bathroom shelf" his figure emerged from behind the door, carrying the phone in his hand.
"Oh" was all I managed to muster "thank you" I took the object from his hand before placing it in my clutch as I followed him out the door.
*****
I was temporarily blinded, blinded by the flashes of bright light as we made our way towards the table. The boys had given me a heads up on all the papparazzi, Louis had given me a proper 30 minute lecture on how to act, what to expect and what not. Even though I had listened, I still wasn't prepared for all this. There was media coverage everywhere, it was like as soon as you walked a few steps, a dozen more of the photographers would appear out of thin air, making you go blind as they clicked away. Successfully managing to make my way to our round table, I plopped down in between Zayn and Liam and felt my heart scrunch as my eyes landed on the empty seat on the table across from me...Harry's seat.
There was silence in the entire hall as they continued with the tribute. They showed pictures of Harry, ranging from his childhood to his short-lived years of fame. It seemed like a movie, watching him grow up on screen...he looked so beautiful on screen...so perfect...those dimples showing as he smiled...eyes sparkling with mischievous excitement. There were clips of him laughing...and I smiled as I heard his laughter, the sound that my heart ached to hear so badly again...the sound that I missed with every breath I took...I felt the warm tears slowly drip down my cheeks, but I still smiled as I watched him...I was so proud of him, so soo proud...
There was silence as the video finished off with a picture of Harry Styles holding the mic on stage...singing his heart out and I wipped away the tears as I knew it was my turn to go on stage, to go on stage and say something on behalf of the boy that millions loved and adored, on behalf of the boy that was soon to be my husband but fate took him away from me.
I took my place behind the mic and looked up at the hundreds of tear-strained faces that stood infront of me and it took all the power inside of me to hold my tears in as I began...
