That's when they took him from me. A Harry Styles Fan Fiction.

Thirty Seven - Funeral.

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They say that when you die, you’re happy.

So if I die, I’ll be happy right?

Someone make that happen.

It’s massive how big of an impact Niall had on everybody’s life.

How much he had an impact on my life.

Niall.

That’s all you had to say to remember the boy with those hugs blue eyes, flawless pale skin and perfectly tousled, dirty blonde hair. Then you’d remember all the memories that go with that boy. Then you’d start to cry because you’d never be able to relive those moments, those moments that he’d make perfect. 

I watched as an all too familiar looking black coffin, which was gracefully carried by Zayn, Liam, Louis and Niall’s brother, Greg float elegantly down the church isle.

The all too familiar sobs filled the room as we had to say goodbye to yet another person we loved. The room fell silent as the coffin was placed carefully down onto it’s stand. We all watched as the four boys tried to contain themselves as they walked back to their seats, trying to fight the huge lump that had built up in the back of each of their throats.

The priest began to speak and I lost attention, staring intently at the black box that held yet another lifeless body.

A single tear rolled out of my eye, and I recklessly wiped it off my cheek before anyone had the chance to see it.

Someone nudged me at my side with their elbow, getting my out of my thoughts.

Liam.

“It’s time for your speech, love.” He said softly, sniffing back the tears.

I nodded and stood to my feet, everyone’s eyes darted to look at me as I steadied myself in my heels. I looked around at all the people who filled this church, tear staining their cheeks, eyes flushed red. I made my way up to the altar, taking the microphone in my trembling hands. 

I hadn’t prepared anything to say. 

I took a deep long breath and continued to stare at the people who were sat uncomfortably on the simple wooden benches. I looked over at Liam who have me a reassuring nod, a tear streaming down his cheek with which he quickly wiped it off. My eyes flickered to Zayn who was sitting next to Liam, his head fell into his hands as he tried to hold back the sobs that were threatening to leave his mouth. Louis sat there, trying to prove to himself more than anyone that he was strong, but the way that his chin quivered gave it all away. Then I looked over at Niall’s parents, they had just lost a son and to Greg, who’d lost a brother. So I began to speak.

“Niall.” I paused, smiling at the thought of the blue eyed boy.

“See this is the effect that Niall has on people.” I pointed to my mouth.

“You smile.” I looked around and through all the tears, they were smiling too.

“For anyone who ever had the opportunity to meet this Irish boy, knew exactly how beautiful he was.” I paused, taking in a big sigh, trying to steady the tears.

“N-Niall.” I tried, but the tears became more frequent now.

“I’m sorry.” I breathed in, looking over to the coffin.