Normal {H.S}

Seven

{A/N: this chapter contains material that may be triggering to some readers. Including self harm and death. Here is a warning. 🖤}

Two Weeks Later

Selena and I are in the kitchen, she's going over every last minute wedding detail that I need to know. I know it starts at three thirty and I know who's going to be sitting where, etc. *riiiing riiiing* I watch as Selena answers her phone. "Hello? Yes this is she. What? Oh my god, no. No!" She hangs up and slams her phone down.

"Baby, what's the matter? What was that call about?" I ask worriedly.
"That was the hospital in Los Angeles where my parents live. My father passed last night." She says through tears.
Oh my god. Her father meant the world to her.
"Baby," I take her in my arms. "I am so sorry about your dad. Did they say how?" She rests her head on my shoulder.
"Apparently he had been sick for awhile with his heart and he didnt tell anybody. His heart finally gave out on him."
She covers her face with her hands. "He was gonna walk me down the aisle." She's full on sobbing. I hold her for awhile and just let her cry.

Two Days Later

"Sel, you've gotta come out of that room!" I shout as I pound on the door to our guest room.
Every time something horrible happens, Selena gets like this. Her depression is horrible.
She won't eat, won't sleep, she won't even play with Gracie.
When her childhood dog passed away last year, I found her in the bathroom, cutting her arms.

She swore to me that it would never happen again.
When I finally get the bedroom door open, I see Selena curled up in an armchair crying. I sat beside her and it was then that I noticed her arms.

"You've been cutting again?!" I panic as I gran her wrists. "I had to, you don't understand! It was the only thing that would numb the pain." She pleads with me.
"Baby, why? You could've talked to me or to your mom who by the way has been calling you."
Looking at her now and realizing that the woman I love is feeling like this, makes me tear up.

After I gather some things from the bathroom, I sit back down next to her. I grab her wrist and begin wrapping it in gauze.
"So, my mum is gonna keep Gracie with her for a few days." I look over at my beautiful fiancée who still sits there, emotionless.
As I finish wrapping her wrist, I look over at her and caress her cheek.

"Baby, I am so sorry about your dad. I know that he meant everything to you. I can't even imagine what you're going through right now," she finally looks at me.
"I know that things are shitty right now and you feel like they aren't going to get any better but they are. We're getting married next week baby and we're going to live a beautiful life together as husband and wife. I know you wanted your dad to be there but you can't let his passing stop you from being the beautiful, energetic, full of life person I know that you are.

I mean, I miss you and Gracie misses you. We're worried about you babe."

When I'm about to give up with this conversation, Sel chimes in "remember where we went on our first date?"
I smile at the memory "the diner?" I ask. She nods and anxiously asks "can we go there?"
I help her up from the chair she's in, wrap my arms around her and say
"baby, we can go wherever you want."

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Angie's Diner.
The very same diner we went to on our very first date. Black and white checkered floors are throughout. White walls adorned with red trim match the red tables and booths. A jukebox sits against a wall.

When we're at our table, I take the pleasure of ordering Sel her favorite cookies and cream milkshake with a cherry on top.
While we're waiting for our dinner, I carefully bring up the subject of her father and the funeral.
"Apparently, there is no funeral. Dad had always said he wanted to be cremated so I guess mom is doing that. Pretty fucked up, isn't it? He's dead and I can't even go visit his grave. Instead, his ashes are going into a little vase."
I let her vent as long as she needs to. I dont want her getting the way she's been the past couple of days. Especially this morning, that was rough seeing her like that.

After dinner, I take her by the park where we shared our first kiss.
I walk around to the passenger side and open the door for her. I hold her hand as I guide her to a little bench near the river.
"Wait here." I tell her as I head back to my car. I open the door and skip through songs on my iPhone until I find our song.

"Baby I will be lovin' you til we're seventy and baby my heart could still fall as hard at twenty three"

As the song is playing through the car speakers, I bow in front of Sel. "may I have this dance?"
I ask while holding my hand out. When she nods, I take her hand, careful to avoid her injuries. "You are so beautiful, my dear." I whisper in her ear.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Harry." She nuzzles into my chest.
"Baby, you've got nothing to be sorry for. Your depression is not going to defeat you, my strong beautiful girl."

I refuse to let her bright light go dim.

We danced in each others arms for what felt like all night. I was enjoying the moment and I never wanted it to end. I hadn't seen her happy in days.

In the back of my mind, however, I couldn't get James or his message out of my head.

I've got to tell Selena.

{A/N: hey guys! So in no way am I promoting self harm but I figured depression and self harm are both things I deal with on a daily basis, almost and I wanted Harry to see that in 'normal' world, life isn't always going to be happy.

Thanks so much for reading, voting, and commenting! You guys are awesome! I feel like this story started off good but now it sucks. Lol. }