Don't Let Me Go

Chapter 4

I sat between Gemma and Zayn. I was holding both of their hands the whole time. I felt like crying the whole time, but the tears just weren't falling. I had cried to much all ready.

A few words were said and then it was over. They lowered him into the ground slowly. Every second I watched them lower that casket into the ground, I died a little. Harry was my reason to be in this world. He made me feel special. His presence made me feel, loved. He was my everything.

Honestly, I don't see a point in being on this earth any longer.

After everyone had left, I went over to Harry's gravestone. I knelt down in front of it and placed my hand on the smooth marble stone.

It read:

Harold "Harry" Edward Styles

1994-2012

"Live today like it's your last"

"Live today like it's your last", He said that a lot.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered.

I know it wasn't my fault he got sick, but at the same time I still felt guilty for some reason.

I rested my head on my knees and started to cry.

"Hey," a mysterious figure called.

It was Zayn, again. That boy had a way of showing up just when I needed him.

"Oh, um, hi..." I mumbled.

"Louis wanted me to come get you."

"Okay.."

"You wanna hear a story?" he asked.

"Uh, sure."

I was a little out of it today.

"Well, at the hospital, Harry told me that he asked Louis to look after you,"

I knew that already.

"but I told him I would. I wanted to. I knew Louis would've been okay taking care of you, but..."

He stopped. Tears were falling.

"I love you."

Oh, my, god. My bestfriend just told me he loved me.

I was shocked. For the longest time he had been my best friend. I never thought of him any other way. We couldn't be together. Could we?

"Zayn, I just..."

I had no words.

"I know. It's crazy for me to feel like this but, I just had to tell you. I felt like, if I never told you, I... I just wanted you to know."

We sat there in silence. I could feel the tension in the air.

Zayn's lips were only inches from mine. I thought at any minute, he would kiss me. I knew that if I did, I was betraying Harry even though he was gone. He moved away slightly. The worst part was, I wish he would've kissed me.

Did I love him too? Was I really falling for him?

"So, you wanna go home now?"

"Um, sure."