King Of Hell (Harry Styles) √

King Of Hell - 28:

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Amora's P.O.V:

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"We commit her body to the ground; earth to earth; ashes to ashes and dust to dust."

Stepping forward, I take a handful of earth and cast it onto my Mother's coffin. I step back and her coffin is lowered into its final resting place.

Goodbye, Mumma.

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"Niall; I need that final estimate by tomorrow."

I tell him, scribbling down my signature on a document. Niall nods obediently and politely takes the document and quickly vacates the office. Moving on to the next bit of paperwork, I don't hear the door open.

"Ya need ta eat."

Harry says and places a plate containing a sandwich down onto my desk. Even the sight of it makes me nauseous. Sighing, I look up at Harry's concerned face and shake my head.

"I'll eat later."

"Amora-"

"I said later!"

My hands slam against the desk and Harry sighs heavily, obviously frustrated and storms out of the room, leaving the sandwich on my desk. I sigh guiltily and drop my head onto the desk, a bit too hardly. Tears cloud my eyes, causing blurring my vision.

I didn't mean it, Harry, I didn't mean it.

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I find him in the gym, taking out his frustration on the punching bag. Sighing, I cautiously walk up to him from behind, keeping a safe distance. He looks so angry and hurt. I didn't mean to snap, I hope he knows that.

"I'm so sorry, H."

I say quietly, not knowing what to expect from him. He immediately stops his assault on the poor punching bag and yanks off his gloves, discarding them to the ground. He doesn't turn to face me, though, so I decide to keep talking while I had the chance.