Remembering You

Chapter 1

Harry Styles

It's been 6 days since the funeral of Emilia Mae Rutherford. It's been 6 days since I've had a decent meal without throwing it up and 6 days since I've had a proper conversation. It's also been 6 days since I've left our room other than to use the bathroom.

In them 6 days all I have done is cried or thrown up. I know that all of this was not healthy at all because all I've received was pitiful and sorrowful looks from the boys. It was the last thing I wanted from them but I have simply had no energy to brush them off. They visited everyday to see how I was doing only to see I had made no improvement whatsoever. It had almost turned into a routine, one of them would open the front door and come into my room. They would then interrogate me with the same questions each day. "How're you doing buddy? Are you feeling any better?" To which I would just groan a response and go bury myself further into the blankets. I didn't see the point of them asking this, I mean do I look okay? No. I know that they were trying to help me but I just wanted to sleep all day.

There was nothing I wanted more than to switch everything back to normality but now she is gone I will never have any of that. She has taken a part of my heart with her that I know I will never get back.

I remember the day all too well, since it's a recurring dream of mine.

We were meeting at her favourite restaurant where I was going to propose after 3 years. It was a classy, elegant place with fascinating artwork on the tall walls that she loved to stare at. She had no idea what I was going to do but when she didn't turn up after half an hour I was scared that maybe Niall or any of the boys had accidentally let it slip and she had stood me up. After an hour without a text or a phone call and her not picking up my calls, I was becoming more terrified than anxious by the minute. I called her best friend Sophie, asking her if Em was with her but she said she had not heard from her. I rang Liam, he would have known what to do because he was always the most calm and smart in situations like this.

We both agreed for me to stay at the restaurant for another 15 minutes in case she had to stay at work for longer than usual while he would drive to the café where she worked to see if she needed a ride to the restaurant because maybe her car had broken down.

After 20 minutes or so I got a call from Liam. His voice was muffled and it sounded like he was crying. Instantly, my heart beat sped up.

"What is it Liam? Speak louder, I can't hear you." I demanded, hundreds of thoughts racing through my mind.

"Lilie, she's been in a car accident." He finally stammered out, it was then that I could recognise the sound of sirens faintly in the receiver.

"What?!" I spoke, my voice becoming louder. I hoped, no, I was praying that I had heard it wrong. I received a lot of glares my way for shouting but I ignored them, grabbing my coat off the chair before running to the car.

I quickly stuttered out a goodbye before hanging up the phone and chucking it onto the chair before speeding off to the hospital since I hoped an ambulance had taken her there already.

I can't remember much about the hospital as I had been in too much shock and denial to process anything. However, I do remember fidgeting in the uncomfortable plastic chair in the waiting room until I saw a grave look etched into the ageing doctors face coming towards me before hearing the words "We did everything we could but we were unable to revive Emilia. We are extremely sorry for your loss."

Everything after that was a mixed up string of memories. I couldn't distinguish dreams from reality but they were both haunted by Emilia.

A/N Hi everyone! This chapter was really short but I promise they will get longer. This is my first one direction fanfic and I'm super excited for it so I hope you like it!