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We pulled up to the church where the ceremony was supposed to be taking place. Groups of people dressed in black walked up to the doors, some looking unbothered and others looking miserably sad. Family I'm assuming. My face fell, sad for them.

"Show time." He said as he parked around a bunch of other fancy cars.

"Your parents will be here, and so will mine." He informed me and I groaned.

"You tell me that now? I would've stayed at the house had I known that." I said now annoyed that I'd have to see my mother.

"Just look happy yeah?" He said.

"We're at a funeral my friend, it would be very rude of me to look happy." I said comically and he rolled his eyes.

"You know what I mean. Come on." He said and we got out of the car.

Louis walked to my side and helped me out, closing the door behind me. He gave me his hand to help me out of the car but my hand stayed in his even after the closed the car door.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yeah let's—"

"Shit." I heard him breathe out, making me quickly look to him.

His eyes looked out into the distance, a troubled look on his face.

"What?" I asked and followed where his eyes were looking.

My shoulders dropped for him when I saw her standing by her car. Damn she looked perfect. Her makeup was beautifully done, and she wore a black dress. Her eyes were watery though and she looked back at Louis with a broken expression.

How could someone morning look so good, like she just walked out of a magazine. Seeing her suddenly made me feel underdressed. But Louis didn't say anything was wrong with my outfit. . .

"Louis?" I called his name to get his attention.

"Huh? Yeah?" He asked his eyes back on me.

"You good?" I asked, barely noticing how tightly he was holding my hand. I didn't mind though.

"Erm, yeah. Sorry, sorry." He quickly apologized letting go of my hand, but I held on. Louis looked to me surprised I wasn't letting go.

"It's okay." I said and smiled. "Don't give her the satisfaction of seeing you hurt." I said to him through a smile so she couldn't read my lips.

He nodded his head realizing I was right.

"Kiss my cheek." He said looking down on me with a look and smile that would make any girl in front of him melt at those piercing blue eyes.

I smiled and leaned my head forward leaving a lingering kiss on his cheek. I felt his cheek curl into a smile against my lips. As I pulled back, Louis let go of my hand to put his arm around my waist.

He didn't even bother to look at her after I kissed his cheek and just led me inside the church, but I looked back at her with a look as if to say you could've had this. Danielle stood straighter and looked down as she made her way to the church as well.

"Nicely done." I said to him as we sat down next to a family. "Why Mr. Tomlinson are you blushing?" I teased, and he rolled his eyes at me with a smile.

"Oh shut up you." He said and I chuckled as he rested his arm on the pew so his arm was behind me.

I looked up front to all the flowers and photos of the young man. He was handsome, but as I looked at those photos all I could think was Danielle slept with him too.

Colin Woodell. I remember Danielle saying his name when they argued at the wedding.

As she walked down the aisle to the front row, I wondered if she cared about Colin at all, or if the sad face she was putting on was just for looks. As she passed our pew, her head turned to us and she locked eyes with Louis. I almost wanted to smack his face to say not to give her attention but he couldn't look away as she passed us.

While the ceremony went on, tears and sobs filled the room, it ended and we were headed to the cemetery right outside for his burial. The sun was already out by now making it really hot in our black clothing. I took off my coat and began to fan myself with the brochure with Colin's face on it. I looked to Danielle who wiped tears from her cheeks as they lowered the casket into the ground.

"God it's bloody hot." Louis whispered so only I could hear.

I put the brochure up a little and began to fan him with it. He looked at me and smile, and I returned the smile back.

"There's a reception after. It's up to you if you want to go. I don't really care to be honest." He said to me.

I shrugged. "I don't care. I take it you don't want to see Danielle either."

He sighed and I saw he was looking at her. "She's crying. . .maybe she really did love the poor bastard after all."

"Doubt it." I said wanting to scoff.

"Can you keep it down!" The elderly lady next to us shouted to us in a whisper.

Louis and I both looked at her annoyed, and Louis pulled me in closer to him so my back was against his chest, further from the lady. It was so hot and being close to him made it hotter but I liked the feeling of being close to him, and if Danielle looked over she could see us.

Could he feel my heart racing on his chest?

"I say we skip out on it." He whispered in my ear, his head right above my shoulder.

His hot minty breath made the hairs on the back of my neck go up. I swallowed a lump in my throat, and nodded my head in agreement.

The graveyard workers began to cover up the casket with the dirt, and the crowd began to slowly walk back to their cars.

"Shall we go?" I asked him, turning around now that everyone was leaving.

"Yeah, can you wait for me in the car? I think I left my phone on the pew." He said and I nodded as he rushed back to the church.

But as my eyes left him I saw him.

My heart dropped, and so did my face as I saw those familiar brown curls heading to his truck parked away from all the fancy cars.

Harry. . .

He was just about to get into his truck when his eyes met mine and he froze. My heart began to race and a lump began forming in my throat as I looked to him. He didn't look well. . . I wanted to look away and I tried but I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

I ached to talk to him, feel him again, see him again, his scent, and his arms. . .

He closed the truck door instead of getting in, and began making his way to me.

I shouldn't have but I found myself meeting him half way. What was I doing. . .