Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 2

It wasn't long before the media took over. News report, after news report. Article, after article. I couldn't watch TV or read the newspaper without being reminded of him.

The fans started coming up to me too. Most were in tears which of course, brought me to tears too. They would say things like "I'm so sorry for your loss", or "It'll get better". I knew they were trying to comfort me, but it just made me feel worse. Atleast they genuinely cared...

The day of his funeral, I was a mess. I had a black lacey dress on. My hair was pulled back into a neat bun. My makeup looked really nice today. I knew it wouldn't stay that way for long. I put on the ring Harry gave me. It was gold with a red ruby and little diamonds surrounding it. He told me that he'd stop loving me the day it stopped sparkling. It was just as sparkly as it was the day he gave it to me.

"Are you ready?" Louis asked me, his voice shaking.

"No, but I'm gonna have to be," I said.

I started to cry. So did Louis. He wrapped his strong arms around me.

"I miss him so much," I whispered while crying into his shoulder.

"Me too babe," he said, trying to stay strong.

Eleanor walked in. She looked beautiful, as always. Seeing us cry, made her cry too.

"We have to get going now or we'll be late," she informed.

"I'll grab my coat then," I said, trying to pull myself together.

Once we got there, it finally sunk in. He was gone. There must've been a thousand people there. People I've never met before in my life were asking me if I was okay, saying sorry, and telling me that they were there for me if I needed someone to talk to.

Then I saw the coffin. It looked so elegant. It was a silvery white colour. Brightly coloured flowers were draped over it. My knees felt weak. I started feeling very light-headed. My boyfriend was only feet away from me but at the same time, he wasn't.

I remember most of that day, but some part of the funeral was just a blur. I remember tears, lots of them.

I remember hugging Gemma. She was still coming to terms that her little brother was gone and he wasn't coming back. She thanked me for making Harry so happy while he was here on this Earth.

Then Anne. Seeing her broke my heart. She was heartbroken. Her little boy had to live the last few years of his life in pain, and now he was gone. She said something to me that I'd never forget.

"Thank you." Anne mouthed.

"For what?" I asked.

"Harry loved you so much. You made him so happy. You were so good to him.".

"Thank you.".

Tears were falling now.

"You didn't have to stay. You could've left when he started getting worse,"

She was now bawling.

"But you didn't. You stayed and I think that's what kept him here so long. You were the strength that kept him going and I can't thank you enough."

We held eachother for the longest time, just crying into eachother's shoulders.

Gemma called Anne over.

"Um, I'll talk to you later." she said trying to compose herself.

"Thank you." she said once more before leaving with Gemma.

Feeling lost, I tried to find someone I knew.

"Morgan!" a voice called out.

It was Danielle.

"I'm so sorry..." she said.

I just stood there, letting the tears fall.

Everyone was always saying 'sorry'. I know they were trying to comfort me, but it didn't help.

She said a few more things to me that honestly, I don't remember. I think it was more 'sorrys' and 'it's-gonna-be-okays'.

It was time to go to the graveyard for the burial. I braced myself for what was about to happen, and got in the car with Louis, Eleanor, and Zayn.