The Tree 》l.s *boyxboy* ✅

EXERT ~ Funeral

-Louis's POV-

Harry's funeral came  a week after his death. I still couldn't get over the fact he died. I still think he's working late at the shop and will be curled up next to me when I wake up, but I'm always left curled up in a ball with no one next to me. I've woken up with my pillow wet from crying, and my blankets wrapped around me in weird ways, because I can never seem to find a place I feel comfortable with. The only place I felt content with was with Harry's arms wrapped around me.

I had dreams of his death, multiple times. The way he was slowly drifting off into a deep slumber he would never wake from, the way his lips pressed to mine in our last kiss, the way he said he loved me, it was all on repeat in my head.

But today, today was the day I said my final goodbye. It was his funeral and I would be seeing him off today.

I walked out of my room, zombie like, and was surprised to see Jade cooking breakfast for me and the girls. She smiled sadly at me and wiped her hands on her clothes and walked over to me. I fell into her arms and hugged her as she hugged me back tightly.

"Today's the day" I whispered. 

"I know" she replied and patted my back. "How are you?" 

"Terrible. I still think he's going to walk through the door and hug and kiss me like he always did" she grimanced. "He's in a better place, one without pain" I forced the words out of my mouth. 

"No place was better for him than with you Louis, you were the best thing he ever had, as he was to you"

"Then why did he have to leave?" Jade kissed my cheek. 

"Because that's life, and life is a horrible thing" she wiped the tears off my cheeks and tried to smile. "Now, everyone needs to get dressed, I'm going to help the girls then I'll be in, okay?" I nodded and headed back to my room. I don't think I'd be able to cope at his funeral.

+ 

I walked through the cemetary with everyone, his family, and friends. Everyone was in black and crying because of the loss of someone special. My mum greeted me and the girls, which looked beautiful despite this sad time, and hugged me. After his death, when I finally got dragged out of the room I fell into her arms, she held me tightly and comforted me as if I were a child who just got bullied. 

"How are you?" she asked with a soft smile.

"Terrible" I said honestly. What's the point in lying? 

"It'll get better" she told me, but I doubted that, no one had loved anyone as much as Harry and I loved each other, it was just impossible. 

Moving on to the other people who came I talked to Liam and Niall, they seemed pretty down themselves. Jade and Connor joined our group and we chatted amongst each other until the funeral begun. 

After words from the priest, he called me up to make a speech, I hadn't written anything, I couldn't bring myself to write anything about our past. But when I got up there things just poured out.

"Harry was a great person, wonderful husband and a brilliant father. Though we spent five years apart, we made time up by spending nearly every waking moment with each other. The days we spent together we perfect, even when we fought I still loved him and couldn't wait until the moment we spoke again" every laughed at the thought.

"We-we had many good memories with each other, too many to list here today, but if you knew us, and most of you did, you knew we had many good times with each other. Harry was always happy, trying to make everyone happy, and one of my favourite memories of him was my proposal. I took him to the place we first met, after much convincing, I got down on one knee while he wasn't paying attention and popped the question. We kissed and like a movie, it rained" everyone had tears in their eyes.

"The birth of his daughter Mikayla was another great day for us, and when I look at her today, I can see Harry in her. She is like him in so many ways it's scary. Like I said, Harry was the perfect person and he didn't deserve to die, he was the best person anyone could ever ask for and I was lucky to have him as my husband. Anne, thank you for having a son as wonderful as him" 

I finished there and walked off the podium crying. Mikayla and Lexi walked up together with tear stained paper, they read their memories of him to the audience and everyone awed at them. 

Finally, it was time to lower his coffin. As it was lowered to the ground all I wanted to do was scream 'no' and jump onto the coffin and go with him, go with him to that wonderful place he was in. 

But I didn't, I just watched and cried, and cried. when it was lowered dirt begun to be shovelled onto the coffin and it was done. The funeral was over with and everyone was in tears because it was done, he was truly gone. 

The wake wasn't exciting. We held it at Jade's and Connor's because of their bigger house. Everyone was talking to people they didn't know and talking about Harry or about their own lives. I on the other hand sat alone in a chair with tears rolling down my cheeks, but just looking off into space. 

I had no idea where the kids were, but I assumed they were off together. As I looked off into space, I saw many people walking by, but one person caught my eye. It wasn't hard to miss a face like that. His curls, his green eyes, his dimples. Harry. He looked at me and smiled. 

"Harry?" I whispered. "Harry" I said louder, but as I stood up to walk over to him, he disappeared. 

"Louis" Jade's voice pulled me out of my trance. It broke, and I looked around, everyone looked at me. I looked down at Jade who looked concerned.

"What?" I yelled. "He was there! I saw him!" I shook my head, searching for his face again, but he was gone. "He was right there! I saw him" 

"Louis, sweetie..." I pulled away from her and ran to the closest room I could find. 

I entered and slammed the door behind me, I put my back against the hard wood and looked around, with blurry vision, what room I had entered. By the bright colours and pictures of Harry and Lexi, I knew it was Lexi's room. 

I picked myself up from the floor and walked around looking at all the pictures she had placed around her room. There were a few baby ones where Harry was smiling at the camera, his big goofy grin, while Lexi looked up at the camera curiously. 

Other's held her and Harry hugging, or at birthdays, or just ones I took without them realising. Tears welled in my eyes at the countless pictures of them, there was even one of Harry, Lexi and myself. I crumped to the floor, head in my hands and cried.

"Dad?" I looked up, Mikayla and Lexi were standing in the door. "What are you doing in my room?" 

"I-" how could I say to them I saw him. "I-"

"Lexi!" Mikayla snapped and walked over to me. She wrapped her arms around me for a hug and I hugged back. "I saw him too, last night before bed. He said goodnight" at that I let out a louder sob. "It's okay dad, we'll all be okay" 

But I knew we wouldn't be. I wouldn't be able to cope without him, he was the one that kept me sane. I agreed with her though, because we needed that reassurance right now. 

A/N I'm crying again. Okay someone comment some happy things for me to do, I'll be happy to think of something, or I might not even need too

I had to update again for you lovely people