Enchanted

Rest In Paradise

I brush the thought aside and place my palm onto the door handle. Wrapping my fingers along the brass knob, I turn it and open my door. I hear no sounds of presence and my heart sinks into my chest... a good kind of sinking. My lips form a smile and I walk through the door with Harry following close behind me. He shuts the door and I find myself unconsciously walking towards the fridge. 'This is NOT the time to eat' I silently say to my inner self and change my path so that I am heading towards my bedroom.

"I'm just gonna go upstairs and change" I call out to Harry, and I notice he takes a couple steps towards me.

"Can I come?" He has a cheeky smile upon his face and I can't help to chuckle softly to myself.

"Nope" I tease and walk a little more up the staircase. For every step I take, I can hear him mocking my movement to follow. I softly shake my head in realization that he is infact coming with me.

10 stairs and about 20 steps in the hallway later, Harry and I arrive at my room. The door is shut and I freeze in my tracks. All the posters that I have of One Direction are on my wall... Harry is about to walk into my room, and see his and the rest of the band member's faces on my wall just staring back at us. I can't help but to think how weird it would be for him, but there is no way that I can hide them now. I lightly sigh and open my door to reveal my personal sanctuary.

**

"I.. I just can't do this" I make out my words to Harry whose holding me tight in my arms. We are already at the funeral and both Libby's mother and father have spoken. I was asked to go next and instead of getting up to speak at the podium, I got up and ran out. Harry quickly followed me and found me in the hallway sitting against the wall.

"Why not?" He lightly asks. I sniffle and wipe my tears on my forearm.

"I just can't. Harry, Libby was my best friend. She was nearly my sister and now she's gone. I guess it never really hit me till now that she's never coming back. NEVER" I nearly scream and the tears begin to run down my face one more. Harrys grip on me gets tighter and I begin to scream in his arms while my emotions take the cruise to hell. I can feel my body begin to shake and all I want to do is run. I want to run away and get away from reality.

Harry continues to hold me, and after 10 minutes of my tantrum I begin to calm. I can hear in the background the ceremony continuing and I take a deep breath. The breath allows me to collect my thoughts, and gives me enough courage to return to the room. I can't do to the speech, I know that the words written on the piece of paper in my pocket will not leave my mouth, and I will merely make a fool of myself. Instead, Harry and I return to the ceremony and he holds me as we both watch Kerensa's presentation. Since I can remember, she's had stage fright, so instead of writing a speech, she spent the past couple of days creating a picture filled slide show.

The music playing in the background is soft classical music as pictures of baby Libby show up on the screen. Soon the pictures begin to age and it shows pictures that were taken in elementary school, and next were her middle school pictures. Eventually there are pictures that she had taken in High school and I noticed that Kerensa had added a couple pictures of the three of us. A picture of the three of us on my birthday at club Eliptical, a picture of the three of us when I was saying goodbye to them when they went off to college. The sight of the three of us brought tears to my eyes once more but I kept them there. I didn't want to cry any longer. I wanted these pictures to bring me happiness. These pictures remind me of the times that were some of the happiest moments of my life, the moments I had my two best friends with me.

The slide show ran for 10 minutes, and after the music ended and "Rest in Paradise, Libby" showed up on the screen the crowd clapped. We clapped because we knew that Libby wouldn't want us to be mourning. She would want us to be happy, and we all recognize the fact that she is in a better place now.

**

The moment the doors closed, I threw myself onto the hotel couch. Harry walked in the kitchen and I heard him fumbling with the cabinet doors.

"Do you want anything to drink?" He asked me as I heard him pour himself a glass.

"No thanks" I reply as I take off my black oxford shoes. One by one they fall onto the ground and I nearly moan in ecstasy with the feeling of my free feet. I've always loved my oxfords, but they cause so much pain to my feet.

Harry found a place next to my head and sat down while placing his drink on the side table. I crawl to put my head on his black pants, and he runs his hands through my hair.

"Have I ever told you that you have the most beautiful hair?" He asked me and I smile up at him.

"Not sure." I pause before I say thanks. I look into his green emeralds and we just sat there gazing at each other. Well, I was technically laying down... so I guess we didn't "just sit".

After what I found to be 15 minutes of wonderous gazing, I decide to get up and fetch myself something to drink. I noticed that it was already 4:00 pm and at that moment I hear my belly begin to rumble.

"What are we gonna do for dinner?" I call out to Harry and as I turn to look at him he has a half smile on his face and his dimples are in full form.

"I'm taking you out" He replies and I turn my head to the side.

"You're taking me out?" I ask him in confusion. How the hell does he know where to go... he's never been here before. Also... he's kinda Harry Styles... going out in public... as Harry Styles?

"Yeah, don't worry. Our ride will be here at 5:15. I hope that's enough time for you to get ready" He says to me and I laugh.

"It takes me less than 15 minutes to get ready" I reply to him and he smiles at me.