This is it \\part one\\

It's not bad. It's normal.

*TIARNS POV*

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

It's been almost an hour.

I hear knocking at the door.

Could they be back?

We listen intently and hear the secret knocking. I get up an Jacinta is next to me immediately while Bec and Liam are sat on the couch opposite us and Harry is sitting with Louis as Grace gets up, ready to greet the three and ready to help.

Jacinta and I lift the thick, wooden plank that is keeping the cabin door safely shut and we open the door, letting them in and letting cool air flow through as well. They file in one at a time, Zayn, Niall and-

"Wait," Grace says, noticing the absence of her best friend, "Where's N-Nadia?"

She's gone.

Zayn shakes his head and Niall does all he can to avoid everyone eyes.

She's gone.

Grace starts breathing heavily and running her fingers through her hair like a mad man. She breaks down in sobs, clutching her chest, about to fall to the ground but Zayn rushes over to her rapidly, and helps her up.

She's gone?

Tears start to fill my vision. I look around regardless. Louis is frozen on the couch, where he is seated until he sees Jacinta crying next to me and he gets up and comforts her and she comforts him. Liam and Bec are hugging and both crying. I look to Harry, he's staring me down waiting for my reaction.

She's-Shes gone.

All I do it walk slowly to my room and slam the door -hard- and crash onto the soft, woollen duvet. I rest my face down on the plump pillow an scream. I scream as much as I can because she's actually fucking gone.

I continue to cry loudly even though I can hear the familiar creak of the bedroom door open. It's probably Jacinta or Grace. Maybe even Niall if he's that upset. He comes to me when he's having a shit day. This is the most shit day he's probably having.

I feel myself being lifted up by strong arms and placed back down onto someone. I look up to see a head of curls. Harry. His eyes are bloodshot and his cheeks are red. I rest my head down onto his chest, letting myself cry into the warm fabric of his jumper. His hands run through my hair trying to calm me down but it doesn't work.

"She-she can't be-" It feels like I stutter every word but Harry waits patiently anyways, "I didn't even get to say goodbye I-"

"I-I know," is all he says, but it's enough to make me feel at home, "I know."

I look up at Harry, moving my head from his chest and he gives me a little nod. He moves us so we're sitting up and he places my hands in his, rubbing circles on the back of them as tears stream silently down my face. He kisses my cheek and wipes my tears away with one hand, hugging me after he does this.

"Don't cry," he whispers into my ear, "You have to be strong, not only for you but for Grace. You lost a good friend but she lost an old one."

I nod, breathing in and out, calming myself down and trying not to think about anything other than Harry's eyes. Today they look light green with a tiny little tinge of brown around the edges. But still beautiful like always. Harry leans in forward, his pink lips so close to mine. His forehead rests on mine and he closes his eyes but I can't below but look at him; his perfection. Because he is perfect. And he always will be. I place my lips onto Harry's and kiss him and he kisses back. His lips lingering on mine more than needed but I don't mind because he gets my mind off of N- off of what happened. The tears are stained dry on my cheeks when we go back out of the room to comfort Grace and the rest of the group.

"She saved me, you know?" Niall starts as we sit around the fireplace, radiating heat and light to all our faces, "She spent her last moments saving me. Not that I deserve it. I should've been the one to die-"

"Niall," Harry stops him and Niall looks down, wiping his eyes.

"It is true though," Niall whispers but we act like we didn't hear because we can't deal with that type of thinking right now.

"I miss her already, is that bad?" Bec questions, chuckling with tears in her eyes. Louis arms wraps around her tighter as they lay on the couch. Bec and Liam are sitting next to them and Harry and I are sitting around the fire place with Niall.

"It's not bad," Jacinta says breaking the silence that had found itself between us, "It's normal."