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

Part 33

(Dedicated to ellainwonderland -->)

*Liam’s POV*

Everything was hard and it always seemed to get harder but somehow we lived through it. I was still shocked that a year had gone by and nothing had changed, in fact it all seemed worse now.

It had been the anniversary of Emma’s death the other day and you could see it was bringing it back up a lot so we were all kind of sticking with someone all the time. Niall, Zayn and I all sat in Louis living room while Louis was in the back room with Louise while Malaikah had taken Eloise out for a bit to take her mind off things.

Harry however, well none of us had seen or spoken to him in a week now and after the biggest argument Louis and Harry had ever had I worried how long it would be before we would be able to see him or Rosie again.

Nessa and I hadn’t spoken in ages, we met a few times finally after ages but it was only brief we had both agreed finally we wanted to be together and to put everything behind us, or that’s what we wanted until I found out she was moving and only wanted to meet to say goodbye.

My heart broke again and I never told anyone truly how I felt. I left her that day angry telling her to stay away from me if she was just going to hurt more and since then I regret every word I said.

I missed her; I missed my old life so much.

Zayn flicked through the TV channels stopping occasionally ‘In other news fans of the worldwide famous boy band One Direction known as directioners are uploading thousands of videos and tweeting thousands of tweets in memory of Harry Style’s girlfriend Emma Tomlinson who was killed a year ago in a fire at the One Direction household, fans have…’ Zayn switched it over before getting up asking if anyone else wanted a cup of tea.

It had become a bit of a regular thing just ignoring the headlines every time they came on which seemed to be all the time “Sure I will.” I replied pulling my phone and logging onto twitter feeling like we needed to tweet some replies to people and say thank you.

‘Thank you to everyone for your support, it’s much appreciated’ I tweeted receiving thousand of replies instantly involving links to various fan videos, photos and sweet tweets brining back a thousand memories all at once. It was true Emma was famous with the fans she was always tweeting them facts and silly things about us, she was like an undercover fan girl to them that provided them with that new picture or cheeky video, or she did.

A light knock on the door attracted our attention. “Niall did you order food again?!” I turned to him and he blushed.

“Maybe, I’ll go see.” He got up quickly heading out of the room towards the corridor closing the door behind him, there was silence for a few moments then a sudden very girly scream closely followed by clattering of some sort.

“Of god has he bloody walked into that flipping coat stand again!?” Zayn muttered watching the kettle heat. I laughed before shouting out to him.

“Everything okay Niall?” I shouted stifling my laugh getting a bit of a stuttered yes in reply. “That boy isn’t right in the head.” I mumbled returning back to my phone scrolling though the tweets they really meant every word each fan sending round pictures of Emma along with pictures of us with her and of Harry and Rosie. The most recent ones from the past days where Harry looked beyond lonely and worn down holding Rosie protectively, he was a great Dad to her, no matter how upset or angry he felt he would never show Rosie that and he would do anything for her I knew that.

I looked closely at his face, he just looked lost now and he looked alone. Why was it so hard, why did this have to happen why couldn’t we just go back to before the show before everything, back to when life was easy?