Walk Away h.s punk/au

Chapter Eighteen

a/n: I suggest listening to the song at the side for the feel of this chapter.

Harry awkwardly sat in the living room of my parent’s house. I had decided that if I were to meet his parents alive I would be dressed nice, so I should show my respect now. I ran from my room in my dress to the bathroom across the floor offering an apologetic wave. His lips turned in a pleasant smile before turning back to my mother. Dad wasn’t home yet but my mom was just as tough.

“So what do you plan on doing after school?” she asked sipping her coffee with pursed lips.

“I’m going to be an auto mechanic. “ Harry was leaned forward on his knees as I emerged finally ready.

“That’s good, Katherine’s going to London.” This was my parents pride and joy, I their only child was going to university in London.

“I know I’m so proud of her. It means I’ll have to go see her, but that’s okay.” Harry smiled up at me poking out his deep dimples. Standing he stretched over to my mom shaking her hand, “I’m sure we’ll see each other again.” He recoiled back holding his arm out to me, “You ready?”

“Ready.” I assured though I wasn’t really. There were about a hundred different ways he could react around their graves. No matter which but it would be emotional I didn’t know if I would be ready to help him deal with it.

The ride was silent both of us probably over thinking what to do about the other. Walking through the front gates of the cemetery Harry gripped my hand threading the fingers together. He was moving his jaw rapidly in a grinding fashion. I dug into my purse pulling out a stick of gum for him. I noticed this about him. I noticed everything about him.

“Thank you.” He said softly directing me towards the section that his family was in. I quite liked this cemetery. It was mossy and Victorian-Holmes Chapel at it’s best. Despite the close knit of the town, I liked the village just fine. I wouldn’t mind staying here. It was obvious though, Harry didn’t want too.

Our feet crunched over the grass as we headed to a tree shaded area deep inside the section. I wasn’t familiar with this cemetery like I was with others, but I knew my way around. Harry abruptly stopped at a row of stones. Dirt was dusted on them and I knew that was bothering Harry.

I bent down and began to wipe it away reading each one as I went along. The first was Des Styles: Loving husband, father, and grandfather. May he rest in peace. Along with his date of birth and death.

Harry didn’t need to tell me what happened, I knew that Des was lonely; I knew that when he found out what had happened how he shut down. I sent him a basket with muffins in it and he invited me in for tea. That was the last time I saw him, I liked Des.

Beside him was Gemma. Gemma’s was a bit more heart breaking to read. Gemma Styles: Loving daughter, sister, wife and mother. May she rest in peace. Again, the date of birth and death.

Gemma, Anne, and Robin were out, I didn’t know where Leo was, but they were out. They over corrected and fell over the side of the rode. Another car crossed their lane, and the next thing we knew the town was painted black.