You lean into Harry's arms and cry into his chest because of the sad news. Your best friend Malcolm just passed away reportedly half an hour ago.
Malcolm was more than just your best friend. He was always your number one supporter when you didn't have enough confidence to pursue something new in your career. He made everything seem easy to you and you were always thankful for his advice and the care he showed you. He was also the one that pushed you to go on a first date with your now fiancée.
A week from today, you were due to fly out to give him two good news. You were expecting a baby boy and that he was chosen to be Harry's best man.
Since the news, everything has died to you. From your career to the traffic you were stuck in when you came back from your ultrasound. The world was put on hold.
You lost your best friend.
But god gained an angel.
And to you, that's not fair.
You grew angry with the world. You wanted to damage everyone for letting someone as selfless as Malcolm drive himself to drugs and into overdose.
But then again, it could have been your fault. You haven't texted him in a week because of wedding preparations and choosing your crew. You could have checked on him to see if he was sleeping well and going out.
Only you didn't.
So it could have been your fault, Y/n.
"Don't say that." Your fiancé says holding you tighter. "You can't save everyone." He whispers.
"I wish I could have, Harry." You cry into his neck.
"I wish I could have too."
