It's Too Cold Outside For Angels To Fly ● A 1D Fanfiction - Mostly Harry Fanfic

Part 32

*Eloise’s POV*

I lay in bed, Niall had left now after thinking I was sleeping or resting. I knew I stressed him out with everything and he struggled but right now I just felt like nothing, I felt alone. Emma and I had this thing we just knew how to make each other happy we could just do whatever life threw at us when we had each other but when we don’t and I don’t now, I have no idea what to do anymore.

There is so much I wanted to still do and I wanted Emma with me the whole way for it. Them excited moments from the simplest things, them crazy childish moments where you just don’t give a care in the world because all you want to do is laugh and them great moments that you just want to have with your best friend when you grow up from telling them about your first kiss to you telling them about your husband, kids and grandkids.

I clutched my duvet tight to me and pulled out the picture frame I had hiding under my pillow, it was Emma, Louis and I on Emma’s 7th birthday. I had some damn crazy black wig on my head and a pinkish dress with a purple feather bow thing around me while showing a toothy grin while Emma had a long blonde wig with small knots in on with a tiara and pink puffy dress holding a fairy wand to match as we stood side by side grins matching. With Louis joining on Emma’s other side wearing some crazy pants pulled ridiculously high and some sort of cape the picture was made.

It was my favourite picture even though Emma hated it and Louis would probably kill me if he found it but to me it was special it just like showed our young friendship and every time made me smile. I heard a sharp knock on the door alerting me someone was coming in making me drop down and shut my eyes as quickly as possible hiding the picture quickly.

“El?” I heard footsteps walk and then the feeling of someone sitting on the bed looking down on me. “You know you’re rubbish at pretending to be asleep.” The voice chuckled; Louis, he pushed my hair back and I opened one blurred eye to see a sad expression on his face as he looked down his eyes really red and puffy from very recent tears that could still be seen glistening in his eyes slightly. I didn’t speak I didn’t have to Louis just looked at me and pulled me into a hug right to his chest. “You don’t have to hold it in El.” He whispered and I just let all my tears out onto him.

“I just don’t know Lou I miss her so much already, I don’t know what to do!” I pulled out of his hug to see I had soaked his shirt and left him with stains of black from old mascara.

“You don’t have to do anything El, listen things like this just happen they can’t be predicted they just do and we have to power through them, I miss her so much already and I know I won’t go a day without missing her but she is with us in here always.” He pointed to my chest smiling at me a genuine smile even though a tear spilt. “As well as Emma there you have me your best buddy, Niall and all the others and we’ll be here with you.” I smiled back at him wiping my tears I was so thankful for my friends.

He looked down and his eyebrows cross funny as he reached out towards the slim frame of the picture I had unsuccessfully tried to hide under my pillow. “Oh urm yeah that.” I blushed as he pulled it out his eyes widening as soon as he looked at it.

“Oh god what is this, how the hell have you got this?” He laughed looking at it and smiling. “Look at our bloody outfits! I think we should never show anyone this!” He laughed running his finger along the frame.

“We were the perfect three weren’t we?” I laughed moving my position to sit next to him.

There was a moment of silence. “We still are, Emma will be with us in our hearts but it will just be us on the outside with the others now and we can do that, yeah?” Even though it was hard I knew he was right Louis was nearly always right.

I nodded and smiled rubbing my final tears away it was going to be okay.

*1 Year Later*

*Zayn’s POV*

You think after a year it would be easy again, you think everything would have passed by now, we would be back to are normal routine still missing her of course but getting on with life, you think it would have happened by now but it hasn’t it’s just got worse.

I thought it would have been okay I mean everyone seemed to be coming around a bit and then Harry got worse he wanted to spend more and more time away, he would snap at everyone from the press to us, anyone who asked a question about Emma, he would snap.

We all got frustrated with him, the fact he wouldn’t let us help or sometimes even see Rosie just made it worse, especially for the people like Louis who was like Emma’s older brother not letting him see Rosie was hell and because of it if he ever got the chance he and Harry would argue big time.

It’s gotten to the point now that Harry stays away most of the time at Emma’s old house where we found out eventually he had been hiding or separate in his new flat for Rosie and him, we hardly ever saw him now.

One Direction is on a ‘break’ due to the happenings to get sorted and right now I couldn’t see us coming back from our break ever, especially with half of us not talking. The rest of us are still in touch and live in the same bunch of flats as Harry but in separate flats with our girlfriends except Liam who was not with Nessa at all.

Liam saw Nessa a few times eventually after but then one day they just stopped and Liam told us it wasn’t meant to be, yet you could tell he wanted it to be, he wanted to be with her.

Eloise and Niall went away to Ireland for a few months to get away from it all and to be honest I think it helped them a lot, they were struggling before but came back stronger and looked like even though it sounded cheesy but they looked like they were going to be together forever again. They managed to get through anything it seemed.

It’s just will the rest of us be able to?

*Harry’s POV*

I caught my reflection in the shop window after another rough night sleep. It was a year ago yesterday since Emma’s death and every single emotion was coming back. I now don’t remember the last time I had a good night sleep, smiled a true smile, or laughed with my friends because to be honest nothing seemed good anymore.

“Daddy can I have an ice cream?” Rosie asked looking up at me from her place on the ground holding my large hand with her small one, she was the only reason I did smile, the only good thing in my life, or well it felt like.

I nodded and walked with her over to the ice cream stand asking for her usual, a simple vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce and flake, bound to get all over her and to become a sticky mess but I couldn’t care every treat I could give her she deserved and got.

I handed the money over and suddenly heard a scream next to me and the feeling of Rosie letting go of my hand. I turned around quickly to see Rosie running towards a tall blonde women shouting, I dropped the ice cream and ran after her to hear what she was actually shouting “MUMMY MUMMY IT’S ME ROSIE! MUMMY!” She shouted reaching the women and grabbing her leg, my heart stopped the resemblance from behind was similar very similar but when she turned around you could tell it wasn’t Emma. “Wait you’re not Mummy!” Rosie let go, the disappointment breaking away the happiness instantly with the tears building up; this had happened a few times before.

I picked her up quickly apologising to the women who looked bewildered “Come on Rosie let’s go home.” I said holding her close heading back Rosie crying on my shoulder, I knew she hoped every day of seeing her Mummy again but every time it was a disappointment yet she always had hope.

Hope that her dreams would come true.