The Rich Kid ➝ h.s ( Sequel to TBK)

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Georgie

The funeral was far from pleasant. Held on a dreary, and rainy Sunday evening. I had expected more people to show to pay their respects. My father was a popular man. But I was greeted with a mere seven or so. It all felt so unreal.

My eyes follow the checkered path up to the altar, beside it sits a wooden box with gold handles; my father's casket. My mom stands with a tissue in her hand, plenty more stuffed in the crevice of her brassiere. Pearls adorned her necks and a deep navy blue dress passed her knees. We hadn't spoken. Not on purpose. I just can't seem to find the words. I know what I say won't matter anyhow. I know how she feels. I understand but yet I can't offer her words of comfort at this time.

My mother steps up to the altar and her boney fingers clutch onto it, turning white. She clears her throat, ¨Today is a day that I've braced myself for for many years,¨ Her voice quivers, ¨Yet its still so hard,¨ The despair in her eyes takes over her whole presence until she's crying again.

At this point, I hadn't even realized I had begun crying too. Her words fade out. I've sunken into the pew, almost invisible to the eye. I look at the white, waxy faces around me and I feel immobile. Incapable. I can't help but let my mind drift to the question: Wheres Louis? He didn't even bother to show up to my fathers funeral. Too afraid to show his face, I suppose.

¨...It's hard to say goodbye when he's gone already...¨ Her voice fades in and out. My ears pulsating. Soon it will be over.

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My legs cross and I catch my stocking on the rough stone beneath me, ¨Bloody hell,¨ I snark. Rain mist down on me, leaving me damp and cold but still unfeeling. The soil covering my fathers grave, damp and fresh. An array of orange and red scattered around his tombstone. Baby pink roses spread on his grave already wilting. Dying.

I look up at the sky above me taking notice of how fast the clouds are moving and the dull charcoal color. A tornado perhaps.

I take a look around me and notice everyone has left. The funeral felt so short. I'll never have a proper goodbye for my father. Will I spend the rest of my life yearning for one? I know I'll never fully heal. I know that but I will learn to deal.

I wrap my arms around myself and stand up. I should probably leave before it starts raining too hard.

I feel a raindrop land on cheek and I blink. I attempt to stand but feel weak, my bones aching, my body feeling numb. I take one last look at my fathers grave and have to stop myself from falling onto my knees.

I solemnly make my way to  my car and turn on the ignition. The windows fog and I doodle shapes into the glass. It felt almost comforting—the warm heat of the AC and the sound of rain hitting the roof of my car. I felt like I was in a movie, but one with a bad ending.

I hated the fact that out of all the people I could go to Harry is who I want to see. His delicate green eyes, childish smile, and soft brown hair. It has been years since I've felt the embrace of his arms, but it's still so prominent in my mind.

I hold my phone in my hand and stare at the number. I could call it. I could call him. It would be so easy. But why am I making it seem difficult?

I shake my head and in a moment of confidence press call. The phone rings once or twice before it's picked up.

"Georgie? Are you alright?" He ask. The tiniest gasp leaves my lips and I grip onto my dress, knuckles turning white.

"Where are you?" Is all I can manage to spit out.

"I'm home. Georgie are you alright?" He ask with genuine concern. I feel a tear cascade down my cheek and sniffle.

"No I feel so lost, Harry," I cry.

"Do you wanna meet somewhere?" He ask.

I'm silent for a moment, "can I just come over?"

"Of course."
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I stare blankly at the house in front of me. It was quaint but not too quaint, I mean you could tell multi-millionaire popstars lived there, but it had this homely feeling to it.

I slam my car door shut and shuffle to the front door, feeling uneasy but also also at relief. I know this is what I need.

After what feels like only seconds after knocking in the door he opens it. To say my heart skipped a beat would be an understatement. I almost throw myself in his arms but refrain myself. I still have a little self control.

"Hi..." I speak gently. He steps to the side allowing me to come in.

He hasn't spoken a single word. Whats he thinking? It's always been so hard to tell with him. He could keep a straight face through anything.

"I'm sorry," is all he says. Two words. It's silent for a moment until he bring me into a hug, fumbling a bit.

That was all it took for me to break down. This seems to be the millionth time I have cried in the past couple of weeks. Had pain just become a past time for me? "H-harry I'm in so much p-pain..." I managed to speak through my tears, " I've never felt this way before. It's a-all to much for me." But I knew eventually he could heal my pain.

"I know, I know...just calm down and breathe," he soothes, caressing the top of my head.

I look up at him and admire his mossy green eyes and the pout that sits on his lips. Cherry red.

I stand on my tiptoes, grabbing the side of his face. I can hear his breathing shift and his chocolate curls tickle my cheek, before I gently place my lips onto his. I disregard my tear and snot covered face and enjoy the moment.

Harry pulls away, "Georgie, but what about Louis?" It warmed my heart that he no matter the circumstances was worried about me.

I just smile and kiss him again.

And that was it. That was all I needed. My story was over.

Harry could never physically see me, but he could see what was inside and that's what meant the most. For years I lied to myself saying I didn't miss him or need him. I fooled myself into believing I was happy and yes I was at times, but deep inside I knew there was only one person who truly understands me and that's Harry. The blind kid, a friend, a pop star, an idol, the love of my life.

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This was cut off so abruptly and finished so quickly and I apologize but I really was not vibing with this story anymore and it felt like such a hassle to even write it, but I still wanted y'all to have an ending so here y'all go!:) you can check out my other stories if you like💛