Strong | The Back For You Series | A Harry Styles Fan Fiction

Hope

I stand in the ling room as I look at myself in the mirror. I know I wouldn't have dry eyes for long. Today was our daughter's memorial service. I heard Madi shut the bathroom door and saw her at the top of the stairs. "You look beautiful." I say when she meets me at the bottom. She wore a black ruffled dress and her hair was slightly curled at the end. I pick her and set her on the counter as she ties my tie. "Thanks baby." I kiss her softly and pull away. "Be strong today..." I hold her hand as she jumps down. "Ready to go love?" I ask and she nods, grabbing her purse off the couch. It's just been two weeks and we're still expecting to have a baby here somewhere. Like she's just hiding.  These past nine months couldn't have been imagined. We ride in the car silently and pull into the funeral home. I sigh, seeing all the fans here kind of pisses me of. This wasn't organized for them. They shouldn't be here. The level of respect some fans hold is too low. I pull away from Madi as we near the fans.

"Don't you dare give autographs." Madi growls at me. I shake my head and clear my throat.

"I want you all to leave." I say nicely and they all just look at me. "Madi and I didn't invite you, or even ask for you to come. It's severally inconsiderate. Now, go home." They just continue smiling and bouncing up and down. "Do I have to call security?" I ask and they stop. Most of them say know and head to their cars. "Thanks." I turn back to Madi and she smiles

"Wow Harry." She smiles as I take her hand again. The doors open for us to a large open room, filled with friends and family members.  I saw some of Madi's family, some family members from the other boys. I stop to talk to several different groups of people, still holding Madi close.

"This is Madi," I say to my aunt who she's never met. "We're going to be getting married in a few months." I say with a smile. I looked down at the engagement ring again that's sat there for ages. We finally got up to the front, after I introduced Madi to almost all of my family. "Thanks for coming." I say when Gemma hugs me. "It'll be okay." I whisper into her hear. Her face was already tearstained and red. I've been repeating that since this all happened. It'll be okay. Things will get better. It all happens for a reason. It's really the only thing that's getting to the next day. Hope. Hope for things to change and Madi and I can live a better life. I sat down and looked forward at the urn that was on the table. We both agreed to cremate her; we didn't want to leave her in the ground somewhere. The pastor soon comes up and silent the bunch to begin speaking. I couldn't really listen. Tears fall down my face as he talks and I stare at the pictures of my daughter. I've been to funerals before. This time he's not talking about some old person; it was my daughter. I wipe my face with the tissue boxes left on the bench. I look up as Zayn rises to the podium.

"Madison, Harry. I don't really understand what you went through. I never will. All I know is it took everything out of both of you. Not seeing either one of you smile real smiles hurt me. She was beautiful. I have high hopes for the both of you. You'll make a beautiful family one day. I love you both." He steps down and I hug him. That hug made me cry a little more. I pulled away and let him hug Madi. When she stepped back into me, she left a darker spot from tears on my jacket.

"Thank you so much...."She mutters to Zayn as she sits. I rub her back as she cries softly into my chest. Once the pastor stopped talking for the final time, the crowd came up and hugged the two of us. Madi's now able to stop the tears somewhat and hug people. It was hard for the both of us.

                                                                                                                                      

                                                                                                                                       "I'm sorry love..." I say to Madi again. I've probably said it to her a hundred times since this happened to us. I still feel guilty. Nothing is going to change that.

"I'm sick of hearing people say that." She says and picks up a picture frame. We had pictures taking of her. We wanted to remember what she looked like. I don't believe it's all that weird. People do it. "It's always sorry to me or you. It's not sorry to her. She's the one that's not around anymore. I killed her."

"I'm sick of you saying that. You didn't kill her. It wasn't your fault." I pull her into my chest and kiss her. The boys come back in as soon as they finish taking flowers out to the cars.

"Here Harry, Madi. We got you something." Eleanor and Louis come up to me and hand us boxes. "Open it up." I look down at Madi and she nods. I open the box and pull out a necklace, as does Madi. "It's a locket. It has her finger print on one side and a little lock of hair on the other side. Harry, yours is the same, except manily-er." She smiles slightly.

"Thanks El, how sweet." Madi hugs her, and then I do. I pull Madi back into my grip and we walk out to the car. Louis was going to bring the urn over a bit later. We didn't want to ride in the car with it. "Thanks boys." She says to them as they finish packing the car. I get in the driver's side and look at Madi.

 

"Can we get married now? "