Creating Changes (One Direction )

Chapter 16: Dead Man Can't Talk

Aus's pov

I stood there. Watching his unliving body be taken away. Watching and waiting. Wishing I could take it all back. Wishing it was me, me who Harry was watching be put into the hard ground, not the other way around.

I felt a hand reach for mine, and I looked over to see a expressionless Louis. His hair was a mess, his eyes showed no emotion. But I knew how he felt in the inside. Hurt and pain piling on top of one another. The rest of his band mates the same way, except Niall.

Niall was on the other side of me. His eyes red, his lips swollen, his shoulders down. I tried for his hand, grasping it, but nothing held it back. He was in his own world, wanting nothing more than for his best friend to come back.

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The boys left, but me and Anne stayed and watched the stars.

"He loved you. He loved you more than anything in the world. He would want you to be happy. "

"How can I be happy, when my boyfriend won't talk to me, my best friends can't even look me in the eye, my parents didn't show up to their nephews funeral, and my cousin buried underground? This world is messed up, aunt Anne."

"Your parents....they never wanted to be apart of this family. When Gabe-"

"Gabe had nothing to do with it! he wanted my parents to be apart of this family! he didn't want it to be torn apart."

"I know baby. But your parents didn't think like that. That's why they loved Cam so much."

Cam's funeral....it was so much different. My parents cried the whole time. Wanted him back. Wanted him to marry me. And me, I was such a mess. I went to his funeral, but I wasn't there. I was somewhere else. In my own world like Niall.

"Gabe and Cam, Cam and Gabe."

"Brothers till the end of time. "

But oh how different they were from each other.

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I walked home slowly. The cold wind pushing me back and forth. Any minute it could blow me over.

I looked up, the city lights boring into the empty roads. Everything was different. Directioners crying. Coyotes howling. Cars nonexistent.

I sighed. When will this stop? When will everything be normal again? when will directioners stop blaming me for Harry's death?

I sat down on the cold sidewalk. My shoes sitting beside me. I Pulled my knees toward my chest. Rocking on my heels. Back and forth. Back and forth. It seemed as if everything stopped and nobody wanted to be alive. Everyone wishes to be dead.

Finally, footsteps came. Then they came faster and faster. Then they stopped. I looked up. He was sweaty like he's been running for awhile. His hair lay, stuck to his cheeks.

I reached for Harry's hand but he just kept running. Like he couldn't see me, or he didn't want to see me. What was I thinking? dead man can't help me. They're dead. I'm seeing things. But then he came back with a car. Picked me up and put me in the back and headed back to my house. Or we'll the boys house.

"Harry?!" my voice spoke.

"Shhh baby girl. They can't know."

I then realized the dirt on his clothes. Like he crawled out of a hole.

"How are you here?"

"I was never gone. "

"But I saw you... you were dead!"

"That's the thing. Dead man can't talk."

"How?"

"Well, first off, the dirt isn't what you think it is. My body isn't in that grave. It's a guy that looks like me. And that guy who told you he killed me killed the guy in my 'grave'. So I'm really alive. Let that sink in."

"DANG IT HARRY ITS BEEN THREE MONTHS!"

" I know I know. But I had to wait till tonight."

I finally let it sink in. Oh my god. It's really him. Like him him. He's not gone!

I started to cry as he drove into the driveway. He walked around to my side of the car and opened the door, taking me into his arms.

"The guys...they need to know."

"Not yet baby girl, not yet. "