Harry’s pov; These moments with this girl was pure perfection. I haven’t seen her in 2 days. And I know that sounds crazy and you guys are probably like, it was only 2 days. But I needed to be with her every minute of the day. I was actually nervous to go out there and perform one thing for her. What if she was mad? But than, when I saw her face light up. Her eyes bring light to the room, while her smile brings light to my heart. I’ve known her for so long, and it am so happy she’s finally mine. When we walked around the back of chichi’s house she just stopped and stared. I walked up behind her and grabbed her hand. I started tearing up, I haven’t been here since they had to clean it out. We knew our way around the backyard pretty well. We went down a little path and there was the bench that we used to sit on. The bench we sat on when she told us she had cancer. The first time I had ever sung for Tyra. Tyra barely even made it to the bench. She started collapsing so I picked her up bridal style and sat her down on the bench. She started bawling really bad and I didn’t have anything to say. I wasn’t going to be one of those people that just said everything was going to be okay. She obviously knows that. I guess it’s just the feel of being back here. Maybe we shouldn’t have brought her back. I sat there holding her hand crying for about 2 hours. This is what best friends do. You stay with them. Through everything. No matter what. It started raining but Tyra didn’t want to move. I needed to get her out of this rain before she got sick. I picked her up again and brought her inside. No one bought the house since chichi, and some of her stuff was still on furniture in the house. Did Tyra’s family still own it? I tried carrying her into her old room but as we were passing chichi’s room she made me stop. I put her down and she walked slowly into the room. The bed with all her grandma’s teddy bears had still been there. For every one of her birthday, it was someone else’s year to buy her a new teddy bear. It was Tyra’s turn this year. But she didn’t make it to her birthday. The big teddy bear Tyra had bought her for her 68th birthday was sitting dead center on the bed. A angel pin, similar to the ones me and Tyra both had, pinned over the left side of the bear. Near where the heart would be. Tyra crawled up onto the bed, hugged that bed and just cried. I have never seen so many tears in my lifetime. I don’t even think Tyra cried this much at the funeral. I guess being in the house without chichi was actually letting it sink in that it was real. And that she wasn’t going to come back. I crawled into bed and wrapped my arms around her. My tears were streaming down my face and hitting her silky hair. She turned over and looked at me. The rested her face into my chest.
“Don’t ever leave me Harry. I need you more than anything.”
“I won’t. I need you too. I love you too much to ever let you go. You’re my world, I don’t even think I could live without you. Listen to me. You are the most beautiful girl ever. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise. Nothing will ever hurt you again. I promise you that. Curls is here to protect you. You make my heart skip a beat when you enter a room, when you laugh it makes me want to have to. It’s everything about you, that just makes me go crazy. You deserve to be kissed every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day. Got it?”
She was looking at me now. I gave her a kiss on the forehead to show that I loved her, and she was mine. Not just my girlfriend that I kiss on the lips. My life. And my father always told me the best way to show that is a kiss on the forehead.
