Love You More Than This (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Mom i miss you

At around 9 p.m we decided it was finally

time to go home and rest. The coldness outside(though it was summer.it was really cold outside) had

taken over all the heat from our bodies. All that

was left were walking icicles. harry turned the

heated on full blast once we were in the car. I blew

hot air into my hands trying to warm them up but

to no avail.

"Did you have fun today?" harry turned his head

and smiled.

"Definitely." I said.

I blushed a little bit still thinking of the picture we

took. This day seriously couldn't of gotten any

better.

"I'm glad you had fun baby."

The traffic picked up again, making the cars go

faster than 5 mph. Finally at around 10:30 we

made it home with an open bag of chips, chicken pizza

and a full tank. I walked out of the warm car, into

the cold air and into the warmness of my house

again. liam was pacing back and forth with his

phone in his hand and a paranoid look on his face.

Once he saw me, he ran over to be and tightly

clasped me.

"Where have you been? You had me worried sick!"

liam wailed.

"liam, I'm fine. harry and I went out. I wasn't

alone or anything." I pointed at harry who was just

walking pass the door.

liam relaxed a little bit once he saw harry

walking in the door and taking off his hoodie,

leaving him in his solid, black t-shirt.

I walked into my closet and got out yet

another blanket. This heater in my room wasn't

doing me any good. I now had 3 layers of blankets

on top of my body, harry's body heat and the good

for nothing heater. I brought the box of pizza

into my room that we had bought on your way

home from the most majestic day in this whole

world. I jumped on my bed and crossed my legs

while turning on the t.v. Shortly after, came

in attacking me for my beef chick pizza

"Nooooo!" I screamed as I tried to hide the pizza box.

"Baby, give me some! I need some pizza too." he

whined.

"No! It's my pizza" I spat back.

harry got off of me and off the bed completely

tilting his head to the side a little bit.

"You asked for it." he replied.

He jumped on top of me again, tickling the life out

of me. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. I was

laughing too hard.

"F-Fine! Here. H-Have some p-p-pizza!" I yelled

during laughs.

Looking satisfied, he got off of me and took the

bag. We stayed quiet for a little bit just watching

the t.v.

After about an hour of small talk, he finally

started a real conversation.

"So what are you doing tomorrow?" he asked.

"I am going to the cemetery tomorrow. It's going to

be 8 months since their passing and every month

on the 17th I take them some flowers and balloons

so they know I still really care about them." I

frowned.

"Do you mind if I go?" he asked.

For some reason, this took me by surprise but I

nodded my head anyways.

"I'd really like that."

He gave me half a simper then nodded his head

slowly.

"Let's go to sleep then. So we could be fully rested

for tomorrow." he kissed my cheek.

I agreed then went into the restroom and brushed

my teeth.

I fully got into bed after harry finished

brushing his teeth, that way we could both find our

comfortable spot. Once we found it, he turned off

the light and pecked my lips lightly. Then my

forehead and finally my cheek. I stayed awake for

a while thinking of tomorrow. Whenever I go to

my mom and dad's grave I always end up bawling

my eyes out. I just don't want him to see me like

that, I want him to see me as a happy spirit. One

who will say that even though they're physically

gone, they'll always be here mentally. That's not

really the case though. You see, I always feel guilty

because I know for a fact that I could have done

something to prevent my parents' death even

though they said nothing could have been done.

Tomorrow, I am going to tell my mom

everything that's been happening to harry and that

slowly, we're both changing for the better. Even

though she could see me from above, I personally

want to tell her myself. If she can hear me, I want

her to hear it from my own perspective.